Kemba Walker authors the long-awaited sequel to Nick Young’s celebration

Nick Young is a polarizing player. Many laud him for his unique zest for life, while other find his on and off-court antics childish and similar to that of a buffoon. But no matter what your opinion of Nick Young is, it’s difficult to argue he’s not unique. Well, it was difficult until Kemba Walker did this:

It’s too late. He’s already dead.

But what is dead may never die. Or something. These are the moments that will live on long past our own transient time in this cruel universe. Nick Young’s missed three celebration will live forever.

And now Kemba can join him in eternity.

In my experience being immortal, it’s a cold, desolate place. It’s like that vision Hugo Weaving had of Liv Tyler’s life after Viggo Mortenen dies in The Matrix. Everything collapses around you. There are just monuments of your outstretched arms while the basketball behind you goes somewhere bad.

That’s okay though. These monuments are not for you. They’re about you, but they’re a reminder of important moments. These things bring joy to people. Just like drugs.

I will too, Chris. We all will. Kemba himself may be the only exception.

But while we wait for the statue to be erected, we should make the most of this moment. Here’s one idea:

I for one support the notion of celebrating infamy. What’s the point of being infamous if you can’t profit off it in some way? It worked for Trump.

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That might be a sign we’re overdoing this, actually. It’s possible this is just a silly thing that happened, won’t happen again, and shouldn’t have happened in the first place. That’s fine. The fact is that it did. It was extraordinary. Watch it again. It just gets better. Recommended accompanied listening is “World’s Greatest” by R Kelly.