Yeah, we’re still quite sure that, even dressed like this, Blake Griffin would dunk on us, shatter the backboard, and force us to eat the shards from the floor if we dared to mention it.
Oh my.
Um…
Please don’t kill us, Blake.
Somewhere in a lonely bath house in eastern Europe, a page for John Amaechi just arrived…
(h/t The Shiver from The Lost Ogle)