JR Smith Is Not An International Superstar

Okay, landed in Vegas after an abysmal delay in Dallas. Meeting other bloggers is strange, because we know each other, but we don’t, you know?

Anyway, most of my summer league stuff will be at Ridiculous Upside and FanHouse, but I wanted to pass along this gem.

JR Smith was at a game yesterday, and the story is about him making rookie Sonny Weems his little cadoodle.

The best part, though? Emphasis mine:

“After settling into a seat five rows off the floor on the baseline (following a boot from the usher when he tried to sit courtside), Smith yelled down to Weems…”

That’s right. An usher told JR Smith to back up. You know how this exchange went down.

JRS: “Yo, little pig, little pig, let me in.”
Usher: “Not by the creepy mini-goatee on your chinny chin chin.”
JRS: “I’m a Nugget, man.”
Usher: “You certainly are.”
JRS: “Do you know who I am?”
Usher: “Who are you?”
JRS: “I’m JR Smith.”
Usher: “Exactly.”

Man, undersized semi-starting combo guards that shoot too much can’t catch a break in this town.

Final note, this now confirms that JR Smith and Darius Miles are in town.

Duck.

Hardwood Paroxysm