In response to Avery Bradley’s fantastic play of late, Simmons recently revisits his February prediction of Avery Bradley’s prominent potential;
I watched Trick or Treat Tony for the first five years of his career. I watched [Bruce] Bowen for the first three years of his career. Bradley is just as good of a one-on-one defender as they were at the same point in their careers. All Bradley needs to do is learn how to shoot corner 3s and he’ll have a 15-year NBA career and play a significant role for at least one contender. I swear, I’m not going Heinsohn on you.”
Solid prediction Simmons, but the girlfriend was all in on Avery Bradley the minute she saw his name. Once he took the floor my birthday present tickets became her treat. I sat back and let the magic happen. While she swooned, I marked the date in my Trapper Keeper. Finally, I have my basketball date.
Bros and doods you’ve been great, and the name of my forthcoming mixtape, but I always feel compelled to sit prim and proper with my pants all buttoned up when I’m with you. Avery Bradley I owe you a drink.
Simmons, though, is quick to temper his own not-so-humblebrag by footnoting to the same earlier piece;
If you think I’m bragging here, read the Rondo section of the same piece — you know, when I wrote, “For the first time, I find myself hoping they deal Rondo … he needs a change of scenery, and really, so might Celtics fans. I can’t watch another 84-82 game with his guy playing five feet off him. I really can’t. Enough already.” Don’t forget that I’m an idiot. Don’t forget this for one second.
Don’t be too hard on yourself Bill, the girlfriend could never be sold on Rondo either. Wait, am I projecting Simmons onto the girlfriend in some strange Freudian fashion? Wait, did I just say that aloud? Well honey if you’re listening I swear I don’t think you’re an idiot. There goes my basketball date.
