If I’m a GM and I see a fucking 6’9 270 pound two-way machine that can do everything and also be the most athletic freak on the court at all times should be quite obvious pick unless you’re a dick sucking hater
there’s a point in your 30s when you realize hosting BBQs and dinner parties is the new club scene and high key better without the randoms, overpriced drinks, and terrible DJs still playing Dreams and Nightmares