I was at Merrick Inn tonight with some of our suppliers that were in town from Charlotte. We're sitting at the bar in the back, around this little fire-pit, and none other than Enes Kanter comes strolling in...with some little short Turkish talking man on his hip.

This kid is FREAKIN HUGE...

They sit down at the table behind us and Kanter orders a water. (I listened - Wondering if he would be drinking booze. lol) They were jibbering in Turkish, when Asst Coach Antigua comes walking in and sits down...also a pretty big dude himself.

I seriously want to know who his Turkish sidekick was.

One of my buddies, who had obviously been over-served, starts mouthing about how "There's that SOB from Turkey or wherever that's costing us the National Championship...all for a measly $30K...stupid blankety blankety blank."

He wasn't quiet about it either. I grabbed him and shut him up...told him that if I'm going to take a punch for him, let's not make it from a 7-footer with the wingspan of an Boeing who will be throwing elbows in the NBA next year. LMAO Not sure if Enes heard him or not, but he probably did.

Man, if that kid was playing...

I almost couldn't finish my drink for fighting back the tears.