Congratulations, you were right about Zion Williamson

One of the craziest things about take culture is that people want to be right so badly that they end up leaving everything else behind. If your reaction to Zion Williamson’s latest, depressing injury update was, “I told you he was made of glass,” then I don’t have the time or energy to entertain your delight.

It’s not surprising that Williamson’s hamstring injury – which has blossomed into a two-month saga with no end in sight – has persisted. He’s had health issues at all cup levels, and some people’s bodies are built in such a way that once the string is unfolded, there’s no way they’ll ever pull that tight again.

Nobody wants that for Zion. No single player, not even LeBron James at this point, has the appeal of Williamson. When he plays, NBA Twitter cheers up like your dog does when he hears Kibble hit the bowl. We get intoxicated, and nothing pleases tireheads more than when a great bowl of Zion falls to the ground.

And I don’t blame anyone for inhaling every junk as fast as they can, because — unlike a dog who treats every meal like his last — every game we get with Williamson feels like it really can be his last. I can understand if the obsession put people off. Sports fans as a whole have spent infinitely more time talking about Williamson than watching him play.

While I agree that any talk of Williamson’s potential as the NBA’s next superstar is inadvisable — let’s not exaggerate a guy who can’t get through an NBA season even with stress management — there’s nothing quite like seeing him , how he do some shit, and then baptized him in the rivers of Zion.

So please, please, please don’t celebrate the confirmation of your Williamson attitude. First, it’s not groundbreaking to say that a pro athlete will fail, and second, it’s un-American to resist Zion dunks.