Let’s shout at the NBA League Office for a few paragraphs. LET THE GOD KING OF REDNESS, SIR MATT BONNER OF CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE SHOOT UNTIL HIS HEART’S CONTENT.
SO dangerous. Let him rain threes upon the weeping heads of all those who would dare bet or cheer against him. Let him torch the skies of Houston with his perfectly arced Heaven bombs. May he bring the past three point kings to their knees. May the Legend himself, Lord Larry Joe Bird of French Lick, Indiana, tip his cap. Lord Bird shall look upon The God King of Redness and say unto him, “I see in this man the same soul that lives within me.”
There are none more automatic than he, for The God King of Redness is more automatic than a sunrise.
You know how Allie could trust Noah implicitly after she saw that he’d built the house he promised her he’d build for her with the blue shutters in the psychological action thriller The Notebook? That’s how much you can trust that any shot The God King of Redness puts up into the air will fall through the hoop without even breathing on the rim.
There is a movement happening. It started in the Northeast and has moved to the hearts, minds, and souls of all those that love pure joy and rightness. That movement is #LetBonnerShoot. Luke Bonner, Matt’s brother, and some friends (Shouts out to Patrick Earls), started it.
The goal is simple: Get Bonner in the three point competition over all star weekend. They have gotten serious, soft, sweet, delicate love from several publications, most all of which have been super big time and way bigger of a deal than us here at Ballerball, but we still want to do what little we can to help.