Watching him lumber up and down the court—fingers flared out in his peculiar overexaggerated running motion, snarl affixed just below tufts of wilded-out and sweaty curls—doesn’t bring to mind elegance. More like guts.
Watching him lumber up and down the court—fingers flared out in his peculiar overexaggerated running motion, snarl affixed just below tufts of wilded-out and sweaty curls—doesn’t bring to mind elegance. More like guts.