Kris Humphries knows something about losing.
Oh, sure, the Celtics this season may be testing his ability to handle it, but he plays like a saint. On a team that seems doomed to go to lottery heaven, he has been a bastion of integrity.
Hump likely learned how to deal with loss and pain through his late, lamented and lamentable marriage to that harridan now associating with Kanye West, or is that Beyonce’s husband? We can hardly keep track of these inside track shenanigans and hooligans.
Once upon a time, Kris Humphries had nuptials to rival King Farouk. Lately he has slumps to rival the Amazin’ Mets.
You can’t blame Humphries personally. He has been stalwart in his play, likely with an eye toward being sent packing sooner or later. What a shame.
We think he’d match Rajon Rondo with the Celtics for grand old men of the team over the next five to ten years.
Humphries may be the piece to settle down the youngsters name Jelly O’Sully. Jared Sullinger and Kelly Olynyk need a big brother to show the way—and there is no one with more patience than Kris Humphries.
Drama queens do not send him round the bend, which probably explains why he has come to détente with Rajon Rondo just a year after their catfight at the TD Garden.
We fear that if we become too attached to Kris, he will be dumped faster than you can say ‘Kardashian-your-hopes.’
He already had a marriage for worse.
He deserved better then—and surely he deserves better now.