Bitch-ass Ball #2 to the Lakers.
Stupid dad got what he wanted, and I fear we may be headed back to Foolish and Wretched One-Dimensional Ballhog Land.
Because now we're going back to people being able to make demands and threaten so much money for their little precious meal ticket that the next Super-Team might be the Lonzo Angeles Balls.
The first thought one might have, especially with the history of the Showtime/Magic Lakers, is: What the fuck are they thinking?
Valid question.
Unfortunately, I fear the reality of a league in which you need a team with at least three ultra-stars to even be RELEVANT anymore is going to mean that Magic himself is going to put his pride on the shelf and, to deliver a proper Hollywood product to the masses.
My friend, a long-time and probably-now-dormant and disgruntled Lakers fan, said two very good points.
One, what Pandora's Box has been opened to the league?
And now you have the situation where any little shithead can go ahead and draft his team. with a big enough mouth and enough money behind him (or proposed-as-such)...
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