High Fives for the Frank Hive

There was only one man who played NBA basketball last night, and his name was Frank Ntilikina. Today, we show the love.

Four years.

We’ve waited four years for him to shut everyone the hell up.

Four. YEARS.

Of arguing. Of believing. Of pleading patience. Of pointing to digs and hedges and high hands and close outs and all the other little things that only a fan base as educated as this one could ever possibly appreciate to this degree. Of being convinced that when he was f…