Kyle O’Quinn doesn’t scowl very well.
At least it’s not his natural disposition, he’s typically jolly. A broad smile stretched across his bearded face, paired with a chuckle reverberating from his throat. He’s like Santa Claus if Santa Claus was a physically intimidating 6’10” center who earns his paycheck battling with the bruisest bruisers the NBA has to offer.
When he’s mad, he rarely looks angry, more disappointed than anything. I guess it’s impossible for a man of good humor to not get at least occasional frustrated grappling for the rebounds that he has to grapple for.