Love is... You have officially been Jimmered.

Let's face it world... You've been Jimmered because you can't help but shake your head in amazement as Jimmer banks a shot like he doesn't even know 24 NBA scouts are there. You've been Jimmered because you can't figure out how the guy doesn't change form based on whether he's 2' or 40' away from the basket. You've been Jimmered because whatever fan base you belong to, you know what being Jimmered means.
So, to put it frankly and blatantly, who cares what the guys birth certificate says? A rose called by any other name would smell just a sweet... And so would victory. So here's to you poor sports at work and on facebook, who love to tell me that Jimmer Fredette is really James Fredette. I guess that's probably the worst thing you could say about someone who scored 47 points on your team. It's cute really... And I wouldn't want you to choke on your own vomit by giving BYU a compliment. So you keep complaining about James. And I'll keep cheering for Jimmer. I have a feeling I'll be the one smiling in the end.
The fact that a piece of paper says James is irrelevant because either way... You're Jimmered.