LeBron James and Kevin Hart hosted the NBA All-Star All-Style Fashion Show over All Star Weekend, where players competed for an award for being Best Dressed. This was widely considered an embarrassment to the NBA and the male race as well by everyone except those involved including those of us within ear shot, or close to a muted TV in a sports bar that didn’t know better. I get it, you guys are into fashion. I’m a fan of making sketches while birding in my neighbor’s sanctuary but I don’t make it known because it would make me look like a pussy. Of all the arenas in which one could take pleasure such as cinema, the cosmos, archaeology or the quest to break the land speed record, you’re interested in different kinds of shirts and pants. That means you’re super fucking dull if not easily entertained to the point of being dense. Which is fine. Nine year old girls aren’t out solving the traffic grid. We also aren’t televising the tea parties they hold with stuffed animals under the kitchen table. Stop encouraging these fuckers. They currently lack perspective. Some day LeBron will look back on this and cringe while getting his balls licked on a custom armoire.