— Barstool Temple (@BarstoolTU) June 15, 2017
I’ve got to be honest– If I had Joel Embiid’s money or earnings potential, or even half of it, I’d secure myself behind so many velvet ropes and handlers that you, the common peon, wouldn’t even be able to peep me, let alone walk up and touch me. I’d have my elbow cocked at such a sharp and distinguished 90-degree angle that flight bugs would clear my airspace long before I even approached. A flick of the wrist would signal my every whim:
But not Jojo. Like Jason Kelce and perhaps Pat Burrell before him, he’s a man of the people. A true proletariat type. If he’s not spontaneously balling in South Philly, he’s chillin’ at Morgan’s Pier or getting swarmed at Sips. He has a chance to redefine our fandom… if he’s healthy.