1. Some things are so entertaining that they agitate me. Like, when I watch a particularly great episode of 30 Rock, I don't just enjoy it; I feel slightly jealous that I didn't get to help make it. That's how I am with Kristaps. Watching him excel somehow isn't enough. I want to be part of it. I want to go to the gym and rebound for him. I want to watch tape with him and hit rewind over and over again and point stuff out for him. I want to bring a ladder to shootaround and whisper affirmations in his ear while he warms up.
I love Kristaps Porzingis
