The question is asked:
The evidence is provided:
No, JaVale McGee, I didn't know you could play piano. And to be honest, if I had known, I certainly wouldn't have expected you to play it so adeptly; I think I probably would have expected you to play a more aggressive, "pound the keys" style like a Jerry Lee Lewis, or perhaps Eddie Palmieri, who is apparently known as "The Piano Breaker Man," which feels like a nickname JaVale would appreciate. (Then again, maybe Pierre is the one with the aggressive tendencies.)
Either way, that was lovely, JaVale, and entirely appropriate, because it's hard to envision a song more tonally spot-on for the Denver Nuggets' wonderfully silly big man than one about beginning with a spin, seeing things that defy explanation, working to change the world because there's nothing to it, and being truly free if you wish to be. Also, I can 100 percent envision McGee making Gene Wilder's infamous introduction part of his pregame ritual prior to each Nuggets game.
Here's hoping that JaVale's got other hidden talents to share with us, and that he reveals one in each new episode of "Millionaire Mama's Boy," the reality show he and his mother Pamela have set up at Oprah Winfrey's cable network, which I mention solely to remind you that it is real and that you did not fever-dream it. If that happens, I think we'll all live happily ever after.
Hat-tip to Deadspin's Andy Hutchins.