If the argument is that it is corny and/or childish for a professional athlete to engage in the the type of distractions you'd expect to see from a curvaceous, scantily clad coed playing beer pong then I would be forced to agree on one condition and one condition only. That condition is that it doesn't work. Whatever Reggie Jackson lacked in professionalism he more than made up for in his commitment to winning, and I say that solely because you can make the case that his immature tactics led directly to his team's victory. If Jimmy Butler's free throw had casually made it's way through the net then the Pistons' guard would look no better than a persistent fan trying to make an impact on a close game by way of the desperate banging of thundersticks, but as soon as it rattled violently off the side of the rim he became an expert in the art of chicanery. Who's to say whether or not Jimmy Butler would have missed regardless? Gamesmanship is to be judged on the result of the game so the benefit of the unknown goes to Reggie Jackson, and - in terms of competitive, collegiate binge drinking - he remains on the table with bragger's rights as a triumphant asshole that prioritizes winning above being liked. Considering there's something more important than a fictitious sense of personal pride on the line during a professional basketball game, I actually think an NBA arena is more respectable place for this type of behavior than a fraternity basement.
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