What a joke. What a goddamn joke. Does Darren Rovell even know who Kristaps Porzingis is? He probably read up on him in some press release about Porzingis from the draft on his private ride over to the court as he set the game of basketball back 100 years. Meanwhile I flew Aeroflot AKA Syria’s favorite target over to roam Latvia for a few days and learn about Porzingis’ past, then fly Uzbekistan Airways back. Blog on nights and weekends trying to spread the word of Godzingis. And I can’t even get a Like, Favorite, or God Forbid a Follow from the guy. smdh.
I am running out of ideas on how to get my idol to notice me. Latvia obviously didn’t work.
I read about a girl that asked him to prom.
Which he of course responded to.
But I ask him for a Follow and it’s nothing but crickets.
I even went the #Me7o route and dropped a few cryptic tweets on him. But nada.
I don’t know what else to do. I mean he played against a noted fat shamer in Rovell. I don’t think my weight should play a factor in this. In fact, I think a guy like me could help my little Latvian Angel gain some weight.
And you KNOW I would have given Porzingis an actual game. The Mega Bus may run out of gas after the first three or four points, but he neverrrrr gets backed down like some chump.
Luckily it wasn’t a complete washout for me, because I can watch Darren Rovell get #boomroasted like this forever.
Also I hate that this kid got to play Porzingis, I hate that he scored, and I haaaaaaaate that he dabbed.