I know Nets games are about as exciting as going to a Latin Mass but if you’re sitting courtside at any NBA game, how douchey is it to be texting during play? Hey, bro, next time you get tickets, feel free to give them to your buddy, Keith Stone. Of course, the first thing he does after he gets hit is call somebody up. Or maybe this is just what the Nets need. The Knicks have Spike. The Lakers have Jack. The Nets can have Phone Guy getting balls in his face 41 games a season! Next stop, Brooklyn!
P.S.: For sure Clyde loved the fact that this dick got hit in the head. Phoning and moaning!
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