There’s a new statue of an athlete, which means there’s a new terrible statue of an athlete. This time it’s Ja Morant, who Nike decided to immortalize in the most unsettling way imaginable.

It’s so difficult to pinpoint the worst element of this. Is it the blank, emotionless stare of a haunted ventriloquist doll? The fact it seems Nike only had a head and arms made, then decided to glue them on a linebacker’s torso? Is it that this is supposed to be Ja Morant, but actually looks like J. Cole instead?

How many times do we need to go through this? Athlete statues are regularly, consistently horrific. Nobody really enjoys them, nobody thinks they’re cool — the same way nobody really thinks going to a celebrity wax museum is awesome.

Things like this need to be left where they began: In the planning stages, and never advancing a step further, because someone stepped in and said it was a bad idea.