There’s a brand new statue of an athlete, which suggests there’s a brand new horrible statue of an athlete. This time it’s Ja Morant, who Nike determined to immortalize in probably the most unsettling approach possible.
It’s so tough to pinpoint the worst component of this. Is it the clean, impassive stare of a haunted ventriloquist doll? The truth it appears Nike solely had a head and arms made, then determined to attach them on a linebacker’s torso? Is it that that is presupposed to be Ja Morant, however really appears like J. Cole as an alternative?
How many instances do we have to undergo this? Athlete statues are repeatedly, persistently horrific. Nobody actually enjoys them, no one thinks they’re cool — the identical approach no one actually thinks going to a celeb wax museum is superior.
Things like this should be left the place they started: In the planning levels, and by no means advancing a step additional, as a result of somebody stepped in and mentioned it was a foul thought.
