ESPN Bill Simmons – And … action: Draft Diary XIV (Rob Mention)

One night before the 2010 NBA draft, I was reading mock drafts and Googling various prospects when the Sports Gal casually asked, “You care if I pay-per-view something?”
Before I knew it, she was ordering Robert Pattinson’s movie “Remember Me.” She loves Pattinson. So does my daughter, who brings a “Twilight” lunchbox to school every day with his face on it. My house is all Pattinson all the time. When I’m away, my wife and daughter lie in bed and fall asleep to “Twilight” every night. I stay out of it. I’m in six fantasy leagues; it’s not like I can make fun of someone else’s obsessions.
Just know that I’d never seen Pattinson act until “Remember Me.” He’s like a cross between Keanu Reeves, Tommy Wiseau and every athlete who ever made an “Entourage” cameo. He’s fantastically, historically, mesmerizingly bad. He’s so bad at acting that I couldn’t stop watching the movie. I found myself rooting for him. Come on, Pattinson, you can pull this off — just give us one scene. When the movie mercifully ended, I had the following exchange with my wife.
– Me: “You realize how terrible an actor he is, right?”
– Her: “He’s young. He’ll get better. He has potential. He’s like one of your NBA picks.”
Not a far-fetched analogy. According to her logic, Pattinson is like Derrick Favors: young, raw, all the physical tools, no polish at all. I see him more like Wesley Johnson: a fifth-year senior who can’t get much better than he already is. Only one of us is right. You don’t know for sure. You can’t know for sure. That’s the beauty of the NBA draft. If only she had said that Pattinson had tremendous upside. Without further ado, Draft Diary XIV.

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Carrie