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Losers: Dude, come on. Drake is out here in a long-sleeved, white OVO T-shirt with Terrence Ross’s name on the back. I’m glad he’s repping for T-Dot, but Aubrey is trying WAY TOO HARD to be the mayor of All-Star. Drizzy provided the greatest unintentional comedy moment of the week, when he decided his role as ball holder and hype man for Ross warranted a seat on the bench with the rest of the Eastern Conference’s dunk contest participants. It was some classic school-cafeteria shyt. “Yo, IS THIS SEAT TAKEN, MY DUDE?” Nobody budged, and Drake — platinum recording artist, NBA team brand consultant, and one of the most popular people in the country — was given room for only half a cheek. You could practically hear John Wall ask Paul George “Who invited this guy?” from the upper deck.
All that being said, Drake apparently killed the two shows he played last week. I love Drake. But someone on his team needs to get in his ear and tell him he’s coming off like the kid on the high school basketball team who was always too eager to be the official scorer. If there’s one thing I learned in New Orleans, man, you gotta let the game come to you.

