Well, well...Mr. Bieber. We meet again.
Just when I thought we were rid of you for good, you slither back into your courtside seats, garbed in shrink-wrapped skinny jeans and gold chains, baying for attention. I thought I had you in Norway, but it would appear that glass door didn’t finish the job.
You’ve been a busy bee, Justin. I’m told one of our people chased you down with a hybrid midsize and you fled like a child. I also hear you’re a Los Angeles Kings fan. Again.
Well, I’ve been keeping notes. You’ve been interloping in the world of sports for far too long, meddling in our affairs and trying to be a part of it all. Clearly revolving doors and water bottles aren’t going to end this.
So here’s the deal, we’re going to look back and see who has gotten the better of these exchanges between you, Justin Bieber, and sports. I don’t care if it’s petty and pointless, Justin! We’re doing it.
May the least universally hated contestant win.