â†µI mean really, what player of that era makes less sense in this context than the proud, stoic, countrified Malone? David Robinson was the universal good sport; Hakeem, you would've felt like he'd been duped; Jordan would've started wailing on his fine, furry friends. I've got to say, this was a inspired behind-the-lines choice -- and call me crazy, but Karl appears to be enjoying himself a little, making me wonder if this isn't a form of self-discovery. Like the psychotherapy where they lay out a bunch of stuffed animals and tell you to rescontruct the world as you see it. So really, folks, this isn't exploitation, masterful casting, or outright sillness. It's a window into a man's soul that happens to make a goofy commercial. The NBA is so deep sometimes.â†µ
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