Let he who has not momentarily lost it sitting near the front of a descending rollercoaster/attraction cast the first stone. I feel you, Robin Lopez. I also feel the pain of knowing that your brother saw your freak out like this while maintaining his own calm, and thus knowing that he will make fun of you about this relentlessly for the entirety of your trip to the local amusement park. As they say, btb. I know you're probably going to swear this was staged, but c'mon, Robin. Tell the truth and shame the devil.
I can only hope you take solace in the fact that you've been better than many expected in your first six games with the 3-3 New Orleans Hornets, posting career-high defensive rebound and block rates while looking sound enough at defending the post and pick-and-roll in backup minutes for Monty Williams' 10th-ranked Hornets defense. Cold comfort, I realize, but at least it's something.
The only thing less than delightful about this photo? Knowing that somewhere in the DMV today, a single tear will be rolling down Emeka Okafor's cheek. We know, 'Mek. Life is unfair.
Hat-tip to Chris Ryan at Grantland.
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