I am not Jake Gyllenhaal

Reminiscent of the time someone back in Sophomore year tried to convince me over IM that I was Jake Gyllenhaal ("Do you go to Columbia? Yes. You're Jake Gyllenhaal. No. Yes you are!") but more productive is this account of social engineering used to rattle the USC point guard. The scary part is that this sort of thing would probably work again and again (hopefully not on the same players); guys are like that. How long until Mark Cuban starts handing out Sidekicks instead of ThunderStix and encourages fans to IM the next opponent's best shooter?

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