Great PR by James Harden here. What’s the best way to make people forget that you went from an MVP candidate and the Western Conference Finals to dating the black swan Kardashian girl and got swept out of the first round of the playoffs? Pick on the fat kid at camp and make him look like a goddamn dope while you get celebrated like you hit a game-winner at the Rucker. Or at least more of a dope than he already looked like. I think we can drop a few of the sweatbands, pal.
Then again, guarding any left-handed trickster, especially one with moves like an oiled up ferret like James Harden, is no small task. Worst defense I’ve seen, since, well….