There are so many ways to write about loving JR Smith. But this piece is so cliche and lazy it offends me as a New Yorker (check it out to see why). I wonder how it got through the editing process at…wait for it…Grantland.* On second thought, maybe I can.

*There’s a lot of great stuff at Grantland. But every now and then I read something truly bad. This is one of those times.