One short plane ride to Vegas later:
If there is one thing you can definitively say about JR Smith it's that he is never not himself. The emotional rollercoaster he took for a spin last night is straight out of his very own amusement park. Not only that, but it was eerily reminiscent of his play on the court. It was up. It was down. It was bad. It was good. In fact, the only thing that ever remains constant about it is that it's always thrilling. I'll tell ya this, I wasn't interested in watching the reality show people were crucifying him for promoting during the NBA Finals. However, if going from an inconsolable ball of tears to dumping full bottles of champagne on unsuspecting women is in any way a preview then I should have programmed the DVR yesterday. Guy couldn't go more than a handful of hours without taking people's feelings about him and tossing them in a mixing bowl, but at least it's a sign that he always stays true to who he is - even if it does ignite the fuse of every single self respecting woman from sea to shining sea. Only JR Smith could tug on every last one of our heart strings and only be a puddle jumper away from needing a teammate to apologize for him. Only he could go from making us well up right along with him to making us scream "no, NO, NO!" at a moment's notice. Trust that there is a very good reason his daughter is so proud of him for simply not getting kicked off the team.
P.S. Props to RJ for jumping in their and providing some savvy veteran leadership, because that girl was NOT happy to get drenched in tens (hundreds?) of thousands of dollars of bubbly. A little blame has to fall on her shoulders though. As they say, never turn your back on the shirtless guy in the club - whose eyes have been stoned oriental - when he has an open bottle of liquor in his hand. If that's not a Chinese proverb waiting to be published then I don't know what is.