Everybody had an arch nemesis in high school. Maybe it was some dude you didn't really know but he talked to the girl you were crushing on for a half hour at a party at your boy Evan's house while you were running things at the beer pong table and everyone saw and that shit doesn't fly. Maybe it was the kid that hit you so hard in the stomach during a game of dodgeball in PE that you had to crawl to the sideline because the wind got knocked out of you. Whoever it was, and whatever he did to become a villain, he was the one kid that you always thought to yourself, if push came to shove, yeah, I'd step to him.
But you know damn well you wouldn't step to this guy. He's bigger than you. He's more popular than you. And you've never been in an actual fight since elementary school when you accidentally ran into Brett, so he kicked you so hard in the groin that you usual walk home from school turned into the Trail of Tears. Inevitably, though, you get caught in close proximity to your nemesis one day, whether it's in the hallway at school or in line for the bathroom at a party, and he bumps into you. He doesn't apologize, just glides right along, and you're like, man this is it. I'm finally gonna step to him. So you nuzzle your chest into his shoulder, playing it off like you don't even know you're doing it, but then he turns around.
"What's good?" he yells with a face full of rage.
"Nothing, man, you ran in to me but it's not a big deal, it's fine," you reply, because you're really not about that life in any way, shape or form.
"Right," your enemy says, with a look on his face like "the hell is going on?" You turn and walk the other way in silence.
That's what Draymond Green pulled after he nut-tapped LeBron James last night. He knew he'd done something incredibly petty, didn't think LeBron would respond, and when LeBron did, Green had no backup plan. He half-heartedly swung his arm like he was trying to slapbox a longtime friend to save face, then acted confused when LeBron stepped to. Green's life flashed in front of his eyes, as if he'd just seen the end and it involved being ingested by one of the greatest NBA players on Earth. He couldn't even look LeBron in the eye.
We all know who you are, Draymond. As the great Prodigy of Mobb Deep once said, there ain't no such thing as halfway crooks.