Anthony Edwards is officially the latest NBA star to be disqualified from end-of-season awards because he didn’t meet the league’s strict 65-game minimum requirement. He got hurt, missed a few games, and now the NBA is basically telling him he doesn’t exist. I completely understand how he feels. The universe treats me like I don’t exist every single day, and I haven’t even missed any games. I’ve been sitting on my couch consecutively for 800 days in a row.
The Cruelty of Minimum Requirements
This 65-game rule is a nightmare. It puts so much pressure on these guys to perform through pain. Do you know what my minimum requirement is just to get out of bed? It’s astronomical. I have to convince myself that going to the kitchen to get a glass of water is worth the physical exertion of moving my legs. If the NBA monitored my life, I would be disqualified from receiving the “Participant in Society” award by the second week of January. I am perpetually on the injury report with “DNP – Generalized Existential Dread.”
Justice for Ant-Man
Anthony Edwards was playing out of his mind. He was dunking on people so hard I had to look away from the TV because I felt bad for the defenders’ families. And now he gets nothing? Just a pat on the back and a “better luck next year”? That is exactly what my high school guidance counselor told me when I applied for college. The system is rigged. The system hates talent. I am going to buy an Anthony Edwards jersey and wear it while I cry in the shower.
Kip Drordy is 234sport’s most anxious and overly dedicated sports columnist. He approaches every match—preseason or otherwise—as if the fate of humanity depends on it. When he’s not writing 2,000‑word essays about bench players, he can be found refreshing live stats at a medically concerning pace. Kip believes every substitution is “season‑defining,” every corner kick is “a turning point,” and every reader is a potential friend. Please be his friend. Follow Kip on Facebook
