I don’t care who you marry, what you buy, where you live. You’re a basketball player, not my personal example of how to live life. I love this game in its entirety; the nuances, the movements, the situations, the poetry and majesty of every step, every dribble, every release. I love how you play the game, don’t ever consider that to mean I love you. I don’t know you. I may respect what you do with your fame and fortune, I may be at times entertained by your public persona, but my love of the game and how you play it will always remain on a court.

Any court.

My apologies, Kevin Durant. You are exempt from this rant. You, who went back to the Drew League, again, and played hard. Who is organising streetball royalty to clash in DC. You who has played in more Leagues this year than most players have had training sessions. You, Kevin Durant, putting in work at Dyckman, Rucker, Drew… You, Kevin Durant, who reminds me why I love this game so much, every time I see you play.

KD is preaching. Bow your heads and say Amen.