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Can’t wait for the season to start, but I sure as hell can do without the NBA post-game pressers.  Especially those conducted by fashion plates like D-Wade, a.k.a., Mr. Potato Head.  Just looking at him in those stupid glassless frames is enough to drive me over the edge.  It’s not cool, not cute, not sexy.  It’s completely annoying if you ask me.  Those specks are the kinds of things that would get his ass whipped back in Chicago’s South Side hood.  For real.

Gimme a break, Dwyane.  You’re better than that.  Don’t dress it up all square like, plaids and bow ties in full regalia, and then top it off with those lame glasses.  Fashion faux pas, bro.  Worse, let’s hope you don’t rub off on your bench-warming backup, Ray Allen.  Sugar Ray shows up in a pair those frames and I’m going to throw up in my mouth.

Wait, I’ve got an idea – why don’t you come out wearing nothing but a barrel and suspenders?  Or maybe a lamp shade?  Or how about getting a new tattoo on your forehead while you’re at it – a big letter ‘L’ works for me.