Joel Embiid's Night: Lonzo Ball's Night (in a nut shell, but a nutshell is all it needed):
I have to be honest. I wish this tweet from Joel Embiid was a genuine acknowledgment of the style of basketball played by Lonzo Ball as opposed to a semantically questionable pun made at the expense of an insanely inaccurate performance that ultimately got the latter benched...
If the following Instagram post is any indication then that couldn't be further from what it was, but - considering their developmental curves are heading in completely opposite directions - Joel Embiid shouldn't be wasting his time swerving into the oncoming lane of a career path that is already veering wildly downhill... If Lonzo's last name wasn't Ball then it would actually make more sense for Joel Embiid to throw him a pity post instead of hammering him over his brillo head with a troll job, because this is online attack is the equivalent of a wolf howling loudly over the top of the corpse of sheep whose guts he's just ripped out. That's why this has to be a "thanks a lot, DAD" moment that would rival the most uncomfortable of parental walk-ins. I know Lonzo has taken a lot of LaVar's stupidity in stride, but it has to suck to have your ashes put out as the butt of the joke immediately after coming out on the ass end of a historical performance. Last night Joel Embiid solidified himself as someone whose only competition on the road to generational superstardom is his own health, and - due solely to vicarious living - the first target of the best trash talker in the league was a guy whose jumper helps Ricky Rubio sleep better at night. With a never-before-seen stat line, the Sixers center had his come to Jesus moment, but amidst him basking in the bright light of what stands to be a florescent future, he felt it necessary to trash on a guy whose preseason promise has gone straight to hell. Personally, I think Lonzo Ball will figure his shit out and - sooner rather than later - become an above average NBA point guard. However, I certainly don't think that getting dunked on by a player whose name he should never share a breath with is helping him get over a hump that makes the hitch in his jump shot look like a minor speed bump. The 'Big Baller' is currently playing small ball, and it's not the type that has Steve Kerr sleepwalking through the regular season. Wouldn't it be great if he could do so without drawing the ire of a 7 foot freak that protects the rim like he's 8 feet tall and handles the ball like he's 6 feet tall? Process? Right now you can't help but trust it...
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