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Years ago
NBL's All Time Super Villains (aka The List)
On a boring Friday afternoon with little else to do, here it is; The List.
Mike Dunlap for cutting Rob Rose and destroying my faith in my most beloved of franchises, you sir are the Devil.
Shane Heal no explanation necessary. The Hammer is a tool.
Damon Lowery you make my beloved Italian soccer team look like amateurs when it comes to flopping.
Brendan Joyce being stuck for an actual basketball coach is no excuse for shaving down an mountain gorilla and handing it a clipboard. Central District supporters have more class and a wider vocab.
Phil Haines the English language isn't expansive enough to convey my rage.
Simon Kerle it's not your life style choice (you posed in what magazine?) , it's just&well&everything. You're like Diet Heel same awful taste in your mouth, half the calories.
Grant Kruger every movie super villain needs a right hand uber thug (like the second to last guy you fight before you finish an Xbox game) but typically, they have some talent or other to back it up. You and Mark Davis in an cage = ratings.
Mark Bradtke Time has heeled no wounds, you gargantuan Judas. Take your silver pieces and never return.
Caroline UsedToBeGillespie Pray you never run into Darnell alone.
Michael Butler one of the most nefarious fiends ever to sport the livery of an NBL official.
Chris Anstey punching Brett Maher barely lost out to 'coveting thine neighbours wife' in the original list of commandments. You may as well throw a haymaker at Mother Theresa as far as your popularity goes.
Larry Abney The Sixers doctor recently described to me what Hill's train wreck of an arm looked like after you tried a UFC style flying arm-bar. Barely kept lunch down.
Adonis Jordan nobody spits on a Sixers court. Period.
Jason Williams - When I get the DNA tests proving you're in fact Volde's love child, the reasons for you ever seeing agonizingly painful court time will surely be clear.
Joe Ingles Heal is contagious and there is no inoculation. You know you caught it down South. That sh*t is for life man.
Brian Goorjan love to hate the man. Nobody plays a better villain than Dr. Diet Coke. Secretly, deep down, we're all glad he's here. But until he retires, we'll hate him as much as he loves to be despised.
Julius Hodge "mad J skillz, yo" is no excuse. Stop talking.
The Melbourne Tiger that broke Mark Davis' arm in the finals series on an outlet pass. Was is Thomas? I may have forgotten your name, but I haven't forgiven your heinous assassination attempt.
Fisher, Grace, Vlahov, Crawford, Cattalini and Ellis all have to get a mention. The "stacks on Jo-Jo" incident is one of history's greatest blemishes. Scarred me for life, clearly.
I'm sure there's more, but I need a nice cup of tea to quell the rage.