In other words, if I told you to close your eyes and imagine what would happen if Tiago Splitter tried to dunk on LeBron James, that’s what happened. LeBron met Splitter at what for Splitter was the mountaintop, but for LeBron was something like the second shelf from the top in his cereal cupboard, and sent that thing away with the businesslike disdain of a Foxconn employee taking a scratched iPhone screen off the assembly line and tossing it into a trash bin.
The only intuitive interface is a nipple.
St. Matthew’s 2012 Auction (by Jeff Paulson). Featuring my friend Sarah.
2:50 — Twitter has already blown up about Blake’s dunk. @Jose3030 gets the video up in eight minutes. Dozens of players have stacked exclamation points and every courtside reporter has quickly tweeted off his best approximation of orgasm-by-140-characters. The first animated GIF makes the rounds before five minutes of actual game time have elapsed. By the two-minute mark, hundreds of eulogies for Perkins have been written. Somewhere, a twee blogger who values his childhood too much is writing a series of haikus. The Blake Show doesn’t air on ESPN or KCAL9 or Prime West Ticket. It airs on social media.