No words can describe the laughter currently building in the innermost chambers of my heart.
Before taking two years away from basketball, Rasheed Wallace was old enough and fat enough to shoot 40.9 percent from the field and 28.3 percent from the arc (while shooting an absurdly excessive amount of threes-3.7 per game, in 22.5 minutes, by a brick-laying center). He also refused to make defensive rotations on most occasions and generally couldn’t be bothered to box out or hustle in transition. He played himself into such good shape that he eventually did improve by the postseason, when his PER of 10.4 was considerably less than the league average and his defense was slightly less deplorable than it had been during the regular season.
Have fun with that, Knickerbockers. Really, have fun with that.