So at what point do we acknowledge the quasi-homoerotic relationship between Quentin Richardson and Darius Miles manifested in their for-us-only headbop?
Just kidding. I'm not calling out Q or D. I'm calling out that headbop. I mean really, what is going on here???
Is this cute?
It was one thing when both Q and D were on the Clippers and it showed how tight they were. But now that Q's on the rise in Phoenix and D's...well, D's in Portland, it just makes me sad. I read on a review for The Youngest Guns DVD that Q and D don't talk that much anymore. (Brandy. Slut.) That was after the initial shock of actually seeing a DVD on Q or D. But beyond that, the headbop just looks stoopid stupid. Minus the millions of $$$, the muscles, and the skillz, this is what the headbop truly looks like:
It ain't pretty.
So until Q and D are doing their Jay and Silent Bob thing again, NO MORE HEADBOP!
See, it really does exist.
Link to article on The Youngest Guns:
Monday, December 27, 2004
Posted by Courtside at 2:20 AM