I'm sorry, did I miss something here? Are Jimmy Butler and Marcus Morris lifelong buddies or something? I thought the first rule of being a Morris twin was only respecting those that literally came out of the womb with you, and I certainly didn't think that anyone outside of the brotherhood could get away with mocking them to their face without - at the very least - the need for an ice pack. Either 'The Bash Brothers' aren't nearly as tough when they are split and can no longer egg each other on, or we just got a look at Chicago's undisputed alpha. We probably should have known that Jimmy Butler was running the show with how dominant he has been on the court. However, having the massive balls needed to sarcastically poke fun of a Morris brother while he's within an arm's length is characteristic of the type of person that takes a beak seat to no one. If Jimmy G. Buckets wasn't definitively in charge of that locker room before then he is now, because having the league-wide clout to confidently fuck with one of the most intimidating presences in the entire NBA without even mildly fearing redemption means no longer having to concern yourself with subordination. Lesser men could barely survive sending Momma Morris a heartfelt text, but Jimmy Butler now carries the prestige to turn her baby boy into a punchline without getting deservedly bludgeoned. That's almost as much of an honor as being just outside the periphery of MVP chatter.
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