Enes Freedom is Jack in the Box

Fame-hungry and fading. Unknown and Dying.

Enes Kanter, later rephrased as Enes Kanter Freedom, has been in the spotlight for his actions at a highly-viewed Chicago Sky WNBA game. After years of missing the spotlight, he saw no other way to make waves, aside from being Fox News' token non-white, but to don a shirt with wording defining a woman, sparingly. Natasha Cloud, apparently an athlete in a Sky jersey, had taken offense at his self-sucking antics. These antics, including a recent switch to identifying as a female to declare for the WNBA draft (which we all now care about), have rubbed thin the patience of the world-class folks of the heavily subsidized, run-like-a-sorority-house operation that Cathy Engelbert somehow is still at the helm.

Who cares?

In the darkest corners of the plague ward, Jack in the Box lies gasping. Shuddering 100s of stores, selling Del Taco, and taking any deal that comes, the franchise that once was held in the heart tenderly by 10s of people has seen financial hardship that even the long-dead, non-existent (according to my wife) Helen Keller saw coming. A floundering fish begging for watery reprieve, but there isn't anyone to hear its tree fall in the woods. If there isn't an audience to mourn, who is the funeral for?

Enes Freedom was forgotten by the ball-watcher years ago. The boxed Jack is having his grave dug. Let the dead bury the dead.