But even after it was clear Bradley's skinny shoulders couldn't carry the weight of expectations -- and it took me a long time to come around -- I still pulled for him. In part because Bradley was something of a patron saint of uncoordinated tall guys, of which I am one.
Shawn Bradley didn't ever have a fair shot? That stupid motherfucker was SEVEN FEET AND SIX INCHES tall. When you're that tall, you don't have to jump to dunk the basketball. That's not fair, but not in the way this dumb fuck is thinking.
Then he goes on to talk about how the 76ers did all this different stuff to try to improve Bradley's piss poor game, but none of it worked, and it was more torture for Bradley then anything else. Whatever. That's really fucking easy for a Philadelphia fan to say. Obviously you haven't had to watch Bradley in Dallas for the past 9 years. Fuck you, Bill Syken. Here's an idea: punch yourself in the face as hard as you can 82 times a year. Because that's what it's like watching Shawn Bradley play basketball. He deserves no sympathy. If he was a horse, they would make him into glue. Hell, I think we should try making him into glue regardless.