After his childish little temper tantrum yesterday, Chris Brown went to the basketball courts on West 4th street in New York City, and I don’t have the box score in front of me but I get the feeling he’s not as good as he thinks he is. And by that I mean he’s a fucking spaz.
If you don’t know anything about basketball, just take my word for it when I say that your legs aren’t supposed to be doing this when you shoot. The best defense against a player like Chris is to just stand there and wait for him to fall down. Number 2 decided to D him up anyway, and hopefully that girl in the scarf got a cool picture of the ball rocketing over her head. As it cleared the buildings, due to it’s fiery tail, many thought the ball was a comet.