Just saw folks buzzing about Jaylen Brown’s flat earth nonsense again. Figured I’d dig in myself. Woke up early, made coffee, and plopped down at my messy desk. Grabbed my laptop, cracked it open. Started where everyone does – Twitter. Scrolled like crazy searching his name + “flat earth.” Man, my thumb hurt.
The Rabbit Hole Begins
Found one shaky video clip. Guy was talking courtside, mic picked up something about “curved water levels.” But was it real? Spent the next hour hunting. Watched 3 other versions of the same clip. Zoomed in on his lips like some detective. Useless. Every site claimed “exclusive” but just replayed the same dang footage.
Felt stuck. Decided to look at his actual socials. Scrolled through his Twitter feed for ages – mostly basketball stats, sneakers, and workout pics. Zero about flat earth. Checked IG Stories. Zip. Nothing but gym videos and sneaker ads.
Getting Nowhere Fast
Thought maybe forums had clues. Hopped onto Reddit. Big mistake. Page after page of folks arguing. One dude claimed Brown confessed in a deleted tweet. Another said it was a locker room joke. Third guy blamed “NASA shills.” Zero proof. Just keyboard warriors yelling. Closed it fast. Headache brewing.
Checked his official site. Clicked “Press,” “News,” even “Blog” – dead links everywhere. Felt like a wild goose chase. Even skimmed ESPN and Bleacher Report. Same tired recycled articles saying “he commented, but no context.” Frustrating.
The Weird Politics Part
Then things got political – weird. Some conservative blogs started blasting him as “ignorant.” A few progressive sites argued his words were “taken out of context to smear a black athlete.” Felt icky. This wasn’t about basketball anymore. Saw tweets calling him a hero for “questioning.” Others wanted him benched. Total mess.
Calling It Quits
Gave up after 4 hours. Leaned back in my creaky chair. Realized: Nobody actually has the truth. Just recycled rumors. Feels like a waste of time tracking this circus. Brown’s camp stays silent. Media milks clicks. Fans lose their minds. Deleted my browser tabs one by one. Done wasting my morning chasing ghosts.
Headed to the court myself. At least bouncing a basketball makes sense.
