You'd think it'd be tough to injure your shoulder when you're all heart.
Michael Kidd-Gilchrist, for all intents and purposes, is that ever-beating heart for the Charlotte Hornets. Well, not just the heart — the size of which is Grinch-esque (post-Cindy Lou Who) — but the freaking pulsing aortic valve of a team he joined just a short three and a half seasons ago. A heart that’s provided a largely dormant fan base with blood, more than enough sweat, and now some figurative tears. A reality which has been all too literal for a Charlotte fan base that had just finished dabbing (apologies) their blubbering eyes from a blown Super Bowl — not to mention a traumatic aftermath that has seen a depressing amount of blowback towards, and questioning of, the exact heart-size of the city’s greatest current athlete.