Brainsplosion: James Posey Edition

Really?

I'm going to try not to freak out.

I'm not going to go into all this again. I just can't do it to myself. It's bad for the heart. I just felt like I should capture this moment in time. The night I was working on some homework and I skipped over to ESPN.com to be greeted with this feature.

A feature about James Freaking Posey. A guy who has a career average of 9.2 points per game.

The picture makes him look like a Don. Go ahead, kiss the ring. What's that? You don't think the Hornets are a mortal lock for the championship? Please.

James Posey is the spoon that stirs the drink. He's the bee that pollinates the championship flowers. He is the twist tie that helps keep your bread fresh. He is the bottle opener on your friend's key chain that you really need when you're drinking Sam Adams because you left your keys at home because your roommate drove.

He is the final piece in the championship puzzle. He's the guy that goes out there and plays because you should really have 5 players at once. He's my new favorite player.

This has been another ringing endorsement.