Oh man, to be a fly on whatever shit that guy was selling. I don't know what was more obnoxious, the "we've known each other for years" shoulder punch or the egregiously close talking. What I do know is that guy sleezed his way into those court side seats. There's not a doubt in mind thats someone else's money paid for that ticket. Maybe I shouldn't be judging a book by it's cover, but the over-the-top mannerisms of the dude in the non-matching blazer with the slicked back hair gave quite the predictable context to what was seen on the surface. I don't know what the topic of conversation was, but Devonta Freeman seemed way too entertained by the snake who I wouldn't even let show me a used car. Truthfully, I'm glad he never made eye contact with the guy who was one more exaggerated laugh from sitting on his lap, because I'm pretty sure his eyes possess some evil enchantment that makes people trust him with their finances. He's like Medusa except one look at him inevitably turns your bank account to stone. As if having some outgoing asshole incessantly babble into your ear for the entirety of a playoff game wasn't bad enough, Devonta Freeman had to humor the type of chatterbox that doesn't shut the fuck up until he talks his way into your wallet. P.S. Totally possible that that is Devonta Freeman's agent, and - in that case - everything I said still stands. Perhaps more so.
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