Nate Robinson Capturing the Moment With Method Man in Amsterdam Ain’t A Good Look

You know how I’ve been applauding Nate Robinson as deserving of a long term deal with all the fixings because his stigma as a ongoing antic/nuisance is not as prevalent as many might expect? Well, scratch that and call me a naive asshole. Look, I’m not trying to do any social profiling here. Nate very well could have been, like, on his way out of a sneaker boutique, ran into Meth, said hello, chunked a couple deuces and was out. Nonetheless, when anyone snaps a photo with Mr. Excuse Me as I Kiss the Sky in Amsterdam the inevitable assumption here is there was a sequential hang out session involving the Devil’s lettuce. No if’s, and’s or but’s. These guys got stoned. Am I trying to be a Melvin about Nate Robinson blowing smoke in Amsterdam with a Hip/Hop icon? Hell no. He’s swangin’ (remember, not swagin’), he’s crushing Instagram, he’s on his stupid noodle fraiche game. There’s no real harm done. But this is professional basketball. And with regards to perception as a professional, a GM looks at this and says, “Hey, so, huh, we’re living under an infinitely more financially stringent new NBA. That being said, locking ourselves into a four to six million dollar a year deal for multiple years with a guy who blatantly smokes pot isn’t a good look for us. Glad we let his market value fizzle and nab him at a bargain before letting any future buffoonery. Holler.” Remember, the secret to basketball is that it’s not about basketball

Lastly, what I’ll say is this: There comes a point in a man’s life where he realizes its time to either stop or, better yet, hide one’s idocy. Its image counseling 101, dude. Want to smoke weed all while keeping the haters in charge of handing out JR Smith money at bay? Smoke in privacy. Keep the memories to yourself. Don’t be a social media whore about it. Who gives a flying fred about making every one else give a flying fred that you were kicking it in Amsterdam with Method Man. Yea, its awesome, its “super chill,” its a great way to bolster your following and “market” yourself elsewhere. But put one thing into perspective: there’s a difference between making money off a “following” and making ACTUAL cake i.e. reeling in bank from one of America’s more booming, perennially steady–for the most part (suck it, Billy Hunter)–corporations. The N fucking BA. You’ve not only made it, but you’ve also put yourself in a position statistically to make anywhere from $12 to $20M over a three to four year deal. Convincing, say, DJ Drama that you’re an ideal advertiser of his bullshit new clothing line is irrelevant. No need to marginalize the opportunity costs of such a blessed career path using Instagram. I sure as hell know I wouldn’t.

Ultimately, for Nate, its his “blip” in character that GMs are looking to get over, not size, and surprising neither volatility nor possession compromising looks (just open an account with Synergy Sports and you’ll see. As Ceddy Bu once eloquently stated with a Donkey Rope around his neck, “Dumb Shit” (that came out a positive when intended to be negative, but I’m keeping CeddyBu because CeddyBu gets it in).

Oooo Kill Em: Nate Robinson Crossing Up Old People at an Airport is My Favorite Instavid

Nate Robinson for President. Loved the when the old lady reached. KILL ‘EM!

As far as my daily side note goes:, however, I’m over all of the State of Nate stigma. Of course, if he plays for a cellar dweller like Charlotte where accountability doesn’t exist, he’s bordering a disaster. On a team that has to win now?  You’ve reeled in a bonafide top five competitor, established winner who gives one marginally worse production (or better given the category of statistic i.e. efficiency) than Brandon Jennings, Jeff Teague, and Jarrett Jack (that stat exists) and an “annoying” high energy that no one has a problem with once the god damn lights are on all while saving 21M (in reference to Cleveland). Believe me, I’ll take on Jack any friggin’ day. But if I can take on anywhere from 80% to even 100% of Jack’s on court value for someone who’s purported character issues really haven’t been a thing since New York at four less million per year, I’m pulling the trigger.

Not to mention the boy is one of the single game greatest playoff performers in NBA history. Those 23 mind-boggling 4th quarter points have to count for something, right?

NBA Shop Talk: Jordan Crawford Rocks Sexy (Pause) JORDAN 14′s…Ya’ll! And Video Appreciation of AB’s Defense

1.) Feet Heat! OWWWWW

If you haven’t yet noticed, there are three things Jordan “I Once Hammered a MEASLY One On The King” Crawford brings to this “down” but not “out” Celtics squadron: firepower, ignorance, and SWERVE. And tonight, against Evan “I Speak Like a Dyslexic Alien” Turner, Spencer “I Once Looked Like Dwayne Schintzius” Hawes and the rest of Philly’s bums (excusing Jrue, of course) J-Crawfish’s feet heat was on full blast. 12 points, 4 rebound and 3 assists in sixteen minutes? I’d say the efficiency MUST be in his light graphite/chartuese Jordan 14′s. Keep helping Boston post 100 or more, you herky-jerky son of a bitch (for those of you dubious ruffians without the chops, Boston is now 18 and 4 when scoring 100 plus)!

2.) Appreciating Avery Bradley’s Defense

So after AB added ferocious bite to his pitbull bark and locked Golden State’s Baby faced Assassin into the quietest 25 points these eyes have ever seen (let us also not forget that he heavily contributed to Jarrett Jack’s 1 for 9 performance), Boston sports writers have been sucking his defensive oriented teet without rest. And I ain’t hatin’, because we are undoubtedly watching the best on ball defender since The Glove Gary Payton. Bold assessment to compare the former #1 player in the class of 2009 (wow, that makes me feel like shit) and once upon a time next Monta Ellis to the consensus choice as the best defensive guard in league history? I’ll gladly tell that noise to go royally fuck itself. But for now, let us not get lost in the comparisons, bask in the glory of this near 8 minute  highlight reel of defensive prowess that I could watch for hours on end, and acknowledge that he’s allowing a league second best 0.678 points per play. Bravo, Avery.