â†µIn typical playoff fashion, this cheery event overshadowed all the more substantive ball he'd been playing thus far. But eff it, now he's a legend. So as his cult of personality rises high into the sky like a funeral pyre, let us add to the heap with this glorious video evidence of just what a lovable, squeeze-able, goofy, friendly, possibly short-lived American hero this young, nimble, rolly-polly man from Baton Rogue has become. He sings, he dances, he bangs and shoots, he sinks BBBB's (Big Baby Buzzer Beaters, patent-pending), dolls are rolling off the assembly lines, and soon, you'll be smashing your commemorative coffee mug out of sheer overkill. Let us not dwell on the future, though. Instead, enjoy the man in his element -- singing bad karaoke and wiggling his sizable frame. Because that's what he gives you on the court. All day and all of the nights. â†µ
â†µ(H/T: This Is the City Line)â†µ
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