Michael Wilbon is befuddled, flummoxed and dare I say a tad discombobulated by this computer thingy, so he needs some help.
That assumption is made easier when the classic voice of Bill Simmons booms from behind the camera, "Wilbon, you can't even fill out your own ballot?"
Unfortunately, we cannot see whom the commentator is picking on the screen, but we can certainly guarantee the choices of potential Sixth Man of the Year are far easier for him to grasp than that scary keyboard and the "Internet" it connects to.
Let's assume for a second that Wilbon came in and saw the man referred to as "Alvin" sitting at the computer and was too lazy to kick him off. One quick, "Wanna help me with my ballot?" suggestion later, and he has himself an NBA ballot Sherpa of sorts.
There have been plenty of times I spotted a friend on the computer, only to ask them to look something up for me, so we give Wilbon a little bit of credit.
However, the columnist starts the entire hilarious exchange with, "I don't know how to type, I don't know how...I don't know how to send it!"
This is when the entire Internet slaps their collective foreheads.
Either the NBA has some pretty big virtual landmines in their ballot process, or Wilbon approaches the interwebs with the same caution I do when traipsing across dark alleys.
The mere sight of a log-in process must send him into a fit not unlike when I walk through a spider web—complete with flailing arms, loud screams and minimal (if not a real measure of) tears.
The other big news here is that Jalen Rose doesn't get a say in your season's award winners, which makes the voting criteria as mind-boggling as this world-wide-web guff.
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