The Fredette brothers have demonstrated an admirable (and comical) dedication to pursuits not typically reserved for white guys from upstate New York. Jimmer, for example, signed a contract drawn up by his brother T.J. four years ago to promise that he would "do the work and make the necessary sacrifices" to eventually play in the NBA. He's now a Sacramento King, which is close enough.

T.J., meanwhile, is still pursuing his incredibly misguided rap career. He was the halftime entertainment for a streetball game at Dyckman Park in Manhattan last night, and he was received with what we'll call tolerant indifference. We hope there's no contract involved for the elder Fredette. To borrow from Jay-Z, we've seen rap dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight.