Finally. My Successor.

Sometimes I look at the NBA and am disheartened to see players playing the game "the right way": hustling on defense, passing the ball to teammates, and busting their asses to hit the boards hard. So it's refreshing to finally see Blake Griffin playing the same way I did back in the day: above the rim, making sure the opponent smells your balls as you embarrass him in front of the world, then run into the bleachers and urinate on his family, rubbing his wife's tits with your dick, taking a cab to his house and burning it down to the ground, riding back to the game in the cab and running over his foot after the cab cuts a few doughnuts at midcourt, making him sniff your balls again, then maybe finish things up with a few minutes of doing the worm. It's called basketball, not cotillion class.