Quincy Miller Will Destroy You If You Bring Up ‘The Crossover’

Mar 1, 2014; Portland, OR, USA; Denver Nuggets small forward Quincy Miller (30) saves the ball from going out of bounds in the first half against Portland Trail Blazers at Moda Center. Mandatory Credit: Jaime Valdez-USA TODAY Sports

The internet can have a long memory if it so chooses, and apparently it’s in no hurry to let Quincy Miller forget about the time that Andre Iguodala hit him with a nasty crossover.

I’m sorry, Mr. Miller, but for educational purposes, I have to share the video one time for those who are unaware of this particular play.

It’s pretty damn filthy, but frankly, Quincy Miller is a little bit sick of hearing about it. And for everyone who keeps bringing it up on twitter, Miller has a word of advice. Story time!

A simple enough beginning. The stage is set, and our narrator makes a humble request. Seriously, stop bringing it up on twitter, you heathens.

There’s a lesson to be learned here. You can get away with mentioning something embarrassing to a professional athlete once. Most of them are big enough people (figuratively) to laugh it off. If you decide to keep poking at that wound, however, all bets are off.

THAT’S WHAT YOU GET. Seems like a fair outcome. If you’re going to talk trash to Quincy Miller about the time that Quincy Miller got crossed over, then you better expect to be dealt with on the court like a man. Like. A. Man.

…like a man!

That poor child. But at least it was probably quick and painless, and Quincy’s obviously just having a good time with the story. Call it poetic license. Tell the story how you want to tell it, sir. After all, I’m sure Miller didn’t do anything to rub salt in the wounds.

Oh, Ekpe, no. We don’t need to know the gruesome details.

Well then!

Moral of the story: keep the smack talk to twitter, if you’re so compelled. It’s really hard for a professional basketball player to dunk on you there. And if you do talk trash, prepare to be dunked on, regardless of your age.

Andrew Lynch

When God Shammgod created the basketball universe, Andrew Lynch was there. His belief in the superiority of advanced statistics and the eventual triumph of expected value-based analytics stems from the fact that he’s roughly as old as the concept of counting. With that said, he still loves the beauty of basketball played at the highest level — it reminds him of the splendor of the first Olympics — and the stories that spring forth from the games, since he once beat Homer in a game of rock-paper-scissors over a cup of hemlock. Dude’s old.