Watching the draft last night, I was struck by how few players we saw get kissed by their women. Their girlfriends all seemed so bored and uninterested. Some of them gave the appearance of having no real clue what was going on. Most of them barely seemed to even like their players, much less be in love with them. Here are the only two exceptions I could find:


I can't help wondering: are those tears on the cheeks of Wilson's girlfriend because she's excited for him -- or because she's worried he's going to say "Peace out, bitch!"?

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Reminds me of a blurb from Bill Simmons' "The Book of Basketball" when he describes being a kid near the family section for Celtic players and how observing wives help connect the dots on players. Of note is what Simmons writes about Dee Brown:

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Might as well add this to the collection, even if it's practically from another era:

Incidentally, they got married the following year, and they're still together.

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