No, that's not a look of deep thought and appreciation for being drafted number 1 in the NBA. Thats an internal *sigh* of pre-meditated failure. Not much else comes to mind when staring directly at a L.A. Clippers jersey. The only thing worse than being a Clipper player is being a Clipper fan. They are like the Lakers ugly step sister that no one wants to date regardless of how hard she tries to be appealing. While the Lake-show pulls in the stars such as Jack Nicholson, David Beckham, Will Smith, and ______ (insert smoking hot celebrity girlfriend/wife/babymomma) the Clippers crowd will get the likes of Carrot Top and the Shamwow guy. One of the most losing franchises of all time, they just can't shake that curse. This is a team that had a promising outlook with Lamar Odom, Elton Brand, Andre Miller, Q Richardson, and D Miles (they were good once upon a time) and still found ways to fuck up. Blake was the future, the glimmer of hope. Then he pulls a Wheelchair Jimmy Drake and fucks up his knee before the season even starts. Broken kneecap? Damn homey, in high school you were the man homey. Good luck Blake get well soon, the Clippers need you sorely in their eternal quest for mediocrity.
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