Dwyane Wade called it a ‘punk play’. Beauty, my friend, is in the eyes of the beholder. Where you see punk we see poetry. We also see pot calling kettle black, m’man. Wade, you are a chump on an epic scale, a supremely talented whiner and complainer, a dude who tries so hard to be liked, to have that squeaky clean image, to appeal to as many demographics as humanly possible that it’s almost sickening.
Wait, correct that – it is sickening.
Oooh, look at how cute D-Wade is! We just love Dwyane Wade! I don’t know whether to hug him or adopt him!
You’re killing me, cutie pie. It’s no small wonder that half the Heat season ticket holders aren’t diabetic, that’s how sweet Wade tries to be.
Give me Rajon Rondo any day of the week. I want my superstar guard a little on the prickly side. I want him to keep it real. Rondo isn’t make believe or made up, Rondo is legit and real and organic. He’s a dude that doesn’t care about image, and he doesn’t think twice about delivering a clothesline to a dude who dislocated his elbow a couple of seasons back.
So get over it, faker. Rondo will gladly pay the fine and do the time.