Tristan Thompson is a useful player.
He rebounds the ass out of the ball. And for a man of his proportions, he can really slide defensively on the perimeter.
But I think the Cavaliers center may be overrating his ceiling just a teensy-weensy bit.
“[Thompson] feels like this could be a great opening and opportunity to where he could become a superstar in the NBA,” a source “close to” the big man, whatever that means, told HollywoodLife.com of LeBron’s departure from Cleveland.
Ah yes, and not just any superstar. The NBA’s first superstar who can’t dribble, shoot, pass, protect the rim, or get his own offense. Unprecedented, that Tristan Thompson is.
Good thing he didn’t bother launching into stardom when LeBron really could have used another superstar teammate.
Thompson’s delusions should no longer shock us.
This is the guy, after all, who excused his unsubtly cheating on Khloe Kardashian by saying his friends had pressured him to get it in on the road.
“Tristan explained to Khloe that there were women constantly throwing themselves at him,” a source told Us Weekly in May, “and he felt pressure to not refuse them because it’s the unspoken rule in the NBA that players hook-up with groupies on the road.”
Where’s Marcus Morris? His services are needed.