…and I’m not even mad about it. Not one bit. If all of Violet Palmer’s missed calls came on plays like this she’d be my favorite referee of all-time. Unfortunately they don’t and she totally sucks, but that’s another story. Anyway, DeAndre Jordan reached high above the square to toss a Mike Conley floater that was clearly on its way down, but his gravity-defying swat seemed to leave the officials in a state of shock that rendered them incapable of blowing air through their whistles. Check it out…
Michael was “Air” Jordan. I’m about to start calling DeAndre “No Air” Jordan because last I heard there was no motherf@cking air in outer space. DeAndre is a space traveller, and to rob basketball of its equivalent to a moon landing on account of some technicality would’ve been wrong. I mean, all that was sacrificed here is one Mike Conley field goal. He’s got himself a big ol’ contract; shooting a career-high 45% on the season. I think he can swing it for the greater good of NBAkind.
For making this determination on the fly, Eddie F. Rush, I applaud you. Marat Kogut, I’ve never heard of you but I applaud you too. Violet Palmer… your imcompetence is much appreciaqwerubigufbfvgcb I can’t even say that without squirming.
