Griffin on Jordan saga: 'Like the end of Reservoir Dogs but in a really tastefully designed living room'

Now that a few weeks have passed, the figures involved in the DeAndre Jordan Texas two-step are flocking to tell their stories.

That's not a bad thing, either, when you consider the quality entertainment being provided. Early Tuesday morning, The Players' Tribune posted the account of Jordan himself, and not long after, they released an article by Los Angeles Clippers teammate Blake Griffin.

Griffin downplayed the tone of the events of July 8, saying Jordan just didn't want to disappoint people with his decision to jilt the Dallas Mavericks. But what really doesn't disappoint is Griffin's account.

In regards to the "date" between Jordan and Griffin on Tuesday, July 7:

DeAndre just wanted to clear the air and talk with everybody - which is something we should have done a month ago, but that's life. Sometimes you don't say what should be said. Everybody was scheduled to come to Houston the next day for a meeting. We went back to DeAndre's house and watched "Shallow Hal" on basic cable (shout out Tony Robbins) and then went to bed.

The next day, when the rest of the Clippers landed for the recruitment drive and all hell broke loose, Griffin said things were pretty laid-back inside Jordan's Houston home. Until a dreaded leak.

After a while, I hopped in the car and drove aimlessly around Houston for an hour just to kill time. When I got back to the house, we were sitting around waiting for 11 p.m. so DeAndre could officially sign. That's when someone read a tweet that shook us to the core.

"Yo … Hold up. How do they know we’re eating Raising Cane's?"

Raising Cane's is a fast-food restaurant that specializes in chicken fingers, crinkle cut fries and Texas Toast. It's incredibly delicious. This is not sponsored content. I love it. DeAndre's mom picked up like 50 bags to feed all these people who were lounging in her house. (Clippers owner Steve) Ballmer gave us his credit card and was like, "Alright, anything you guys want. Anything."

So, naturally, we picked chicken fingers.

Some ace reporter got a hold of this red-hot information and passed it along to their Twitter followers. It was unbelievable. Impossible. How could they know something like that? We all looked around the room. The call was coming from inside the house. Allegations flew around. Peoples' phones were inspected. It was like the end of "Reservoir Dogs" but in a really tastefully designed living room with a bunch of dudes wearing sweatsuits. In the end, we all decided to eat some more chicken and let it slide.

Not mentioned by Griffin: The photo of the chair in front of the door from that night, which whispers now suggest he Google-imaged.

For a squad that supposedly disliked each other last season, the Clippers truly come off as a close - and incredibly funny - team.