by Micah Hart
Blake Griffin is like Conan O’Brien — he can’t stop. He’s going max effort after the ball all day every day, and if that means ending up in the seats, well, so be it:
I don’t think I’d ever get food if I were sitting courtside. Too much can go wrong. I gotta say though, the woman who absorbs the bulk of the collateral damage reacts infinitely better than I assumed she would.