Indeed; it's players like Simpkins that singlehandedly keep the faint glimmer of hope that I'll one day be in the NBA alive.
Did he have ANY discernible skills? No post-up game, no quickness, no coordination, couldn't pass, couldn't move w/o the ball, couldn't set a decent screen. It's as if he was there purely for comic relief-- as if Chicago were so confident in their abilities that they were in effect taunting the rest of the league: "Hey, we'll even win the ring with THIS guy on our team!"
I swear, on one of the regular season games I have on tape, Simpkins gets inserted into the game during garbage time (I hesitate to use the term, because grouping Simpkins in with other "garbage time" players does them a disservice
![Stick out tongue :p :p](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
), and grabs an entirely inconsequential rebound; as he's in the air grabbing it, he lets out this roar, as if he was in heavy traffic against the old Celtics front-line in the NBA Finals, as opposed to boxing out Yinka Dare in a meaningless regular season game with the Bulls up 30.
![Big grin :D :D](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
I couldn't stop laughing-- it's like he was so INTO it. :lol