John Wall, you were the top pick of the 2010 NBA Draft. You’re a young multimillionaire currently living in one of the most interesting places in the United States.
There’s no reason to be this downtrodden!
I’ve seen four John Wall interviews in the past month, and I’ve yet to understand a word the young man has said. It’s not because of his long southern drawl, it has to do with him putting zero effort at all into even enunciating or speaking.
Note to John: if you want to be a superstar in this league, you’re going to have to deal with the media. There's no two ways about it. Those guys don’t take kindly to disinterest. Once you show that you don’t want any part of the sports media, they’ll turn on you in a heartbeat.
Body language, it can be something that tells a lot about a human being—and from the looks of things, John Wall does not look like a happy camper right now.
Maybe we should have seen this coming on lottery night, when Wall looked like he was hit by a freight train when it was announced the Wizards won the first pick.
Ah shucks, those Reebok Zigtech commercials would have played great in Brooklyn.
If there’s any team in the NBA that doesn’t need some bad vibes or another unhappy camper right now—it’s the Washington Wizards.
John Wall, you have the world at your fingertips. Cheer up, play good basketball, and become the superstar that all the fans and shoe companies want you to be.