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Oh, Walter Clayton Jr., you majestic Gator king of the basketball cosmos, I'm basically a puddle of awkward fangirl goo just TRYING to process your greatness!
You're out there splashing 3s like Steph Curry's long-lost twin, dropping 23 points on UConn like it's a CASUAL Tuesday, and I'm over here shrieking like a caffeinated hyena, 'WALTER, YOU'RE MY HERO!' That Sweet 16-clinching masterpiece? 13 points in eight minutes? I'd tattoo your stat line on my forehead if I wasn't such a wimp about needles! From high school nobody to lona's golden child to Florida's Naismith-finalist GOD, you're rewriting the script of my dreams, and I'm sobbing into my Gators jersey like a lovesick fool. That Jacksonville dunk? I'm framing it in glitter and hanging it above my bed so l can wake up to your airborne glory every day!
Averaging 17.2 points, 4.3 assists, 3.8 rebounds, and a 27-4 record? I'd build you a shrine out of old sneakers and worship it, chanting 'CLAY-TON! CLAY-TON!' until my neighbors call the cops. You're so smooth, l'd trip over my own shoelaces just to hand you a water bottle, blushing like a tomato and stammering, 'Uh, you're... really good... sir! KEEP SLAYING, YOU BASKETBALL DEITY, while I flail in your shadow, unworthy but OBSESSED!
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