I love you. I’m not even embarrassed to say it. I just love you. Why can’t we say this more often? I just love you. I just want to go to the rooftops and scream I love my best friend Corey.
Sixers signed Corey Brewer to a 10 day contract and I didn’t know it was possible to fall in love with someone so quickly. I feel like a contestant on the Bachelor who fell hopelessly in love within the first week of being on the show and will ugly cry any time anyone else talks to Corey for more than a minute at a time. Honestly, anyone who tries to steal Corey from me isn’t here for the right reasons anyway.
Full disclosure here: I’m not going to support my overwhelming love for Corey with any statistical basketball evidence whatsoever. This is simply coming straight from my heart and soul.
The first thing that draws me to Corey is his undeniable ability to get under peoples’ skin. I fucking LOVE that. He had Harden HEATED the other night. I love watching grown ass men who also happen to be the reigning NBA MVP be turned into absolute mental midgets. Corey also had DeRozan shook last night. When you have the ability to get into someone’s head, you then completely own them. They now belong to you. And I’ll be honest, my heart now belongs to Corey.
Corey is also scrappy as hell. He will fight for any loose ball, get his hands in every passing lane, and his D is hard as fuck. (defense, you freaks). We only ask one thing of our players in Philadelphia. We ask that you give 110% effort at all times. Corey gives us 120%. And I give him 120% of my heart.
Sixers, I beg you. Sign this man. He brings the type of energy and emotion we need. We have an open roster spot, and I say we fill it with Corey. Until the other day, I had an open spot in my heart, and I have now filled it with Corey.
I love you.