"Wow, Fat Albert is here for 80's night! Oops, that's Ray Felton." (Tonight is 1980's night at the game.)
Hey Felton, put down the fork. Hey Felton, it's called a salad. Hey Felton, it's called 'work ethic'. Hey Felton, you suck.
"Felton, the NBA's version of the Fridge". Gave that idea to my brother but not sure if he made it into a sign or not.
DEAR RAYMOND FELTON, YOU REALLY HURT US LAST YEAR WITH YOUR LACK OF EFFORT AND FREQUENT TURNOVERS CAUSED BY YOUR LARGE FRAMED BODY. I KNOW YOUR METABOLISM IS SLOW AND YOU WERE PROBABLY THE LAST ONE PICKED ON THE PLAYGROUND, BUT I JUST MADE THIS SIGN TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I DISAGREE WITH YOUR LIFESTYLE (NO HOMO). SO, IF YOU SEE THIS, I HOPE YOU FEEL BAD, BUT I WOULD STILL ORALLY SERVICE YOU IF GIVEN THE CHANCE. YOUR MUSE, SLY POKER DOG, ESQUIRE.