my stance has always simply been he's a goat scorer who's in a goat situationAll that nonsense you posted about Steph has gone up in smoke. It was fun while it lasted.
The GOATs have spoken, your takes on Steph can go sit at the end of the bench.my stance has always simply been he's a goat scorer who's in a goat situation
placed in a different situation let's say one like ai in phila he'd still be an all-time bucket
but nowhere as decorated
makes perfect sense
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The GOATs have spoken, your takes on Steph can go sit at the end of the bench.
the takes don't conflict so no i am starting i am the #1 option & anybody say anything you getting choked like spree did p.j. carlesimo*8. What do y’all think about these Super Teams? Or should I say these Coward Teams?
HA! I’m just playing. I’m playing. Jokes, man, it’s nothing but jokes. I’m not going to be that cranky old vet who doesn’t want their sport to evolve. Plenty of ways to build a team.
Just me personally though….. I liked our way. I liked being that rock star, that little General — and then everyone else, welcome aboard, salute, they’re my soldiers. I liked our continuity we had. I liked how I was building these relationships with these dudes. And my dudes could PLAY. They could flat-out play! People, these days, they all forget that. We won 56 games in ’01. Had it cooking on both ends of the floor. But now everyone thinks they can just run some numbers, do some trade machine, and figure out how a team gets better?? Nah.
I’ll tell y’all about one time. They traded my boy Vernon Maxwell. They really went and traded my main man Vern. I walk into the building one day, and I’m like, “Where’s Max????? Where’s Max?????”
“He gone.” And then that was it!
Listen……… you did NOT want a piece of me that day. You did not want to look at me funny on the day they traded Mad Max. To this DAY I hate that trade! Why’d they have to do that to us? Some calculators said so? Man, forget these calculators! Alright — and then tell me this: Can these geniuses find the stat about how Vern’s tough as NAILS?? Or about how the guy had our back, every night, no matter what??
Straight up, no b.s., this is one of the biggest lessons I’ve ever learned: Not everything has to be measured — and not everything was meant to be! That goes for hoop, or life, or whatever. Can’t wrap your brain around the whole damn universe.
Some sh*t, the way things work, it’s just a mystery on purpose.
@Gil Scott-Heroin
my ignorance is righteous & endorsed by the goats never speak to me again okay p*ssy you're welcome
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excuse ai he's been drinking you know how it goes*
extract the wisdom & truth from the foolishness & falsehoods you simply have not reached enlightenment yet i pull the precious gems out that mud you just can't grasp it yet you are pardoned
The MJ diksucking is unbearable at timesThis is a dope article. Wow.
That story about Mike before the All Star Game
Here’s my best Mike story — it’s not much, but it doesn’t have to be. So it’s 2003, and we’re all in The A for his last All-Star Game. And you know I’m Reebok for life….. but occasions are occasions. And I’m wanting to pay my tribute to the man. Pay homage. So I find one of those classic MJ throwbacks, then bring it home and cut out the little swoosh on it, and then I rock it — plus a Bulls fitted — on my way into the arena for All Star. And I’m proud as hell. So now I just have to find Mike.
I go into the front of the locker room. “Any of y’all seen Mike?” Nothing.
Go into another section of the locker room. “Any of y’all seen Mike?” Nothing.
Another section. “Mike?” Nothing.
Then finally I make my way to the coaches’ office. Figure they’d have to know where the man is. Open the door…….
But there’s no coaches in there.
It’s just Mike.
t’s just Mike, and man….. you wouldn’t even believe this. You wouldn’t even believe what I’m seeing. It’s Mike, and he’s got his uniform on……. and he’s in one of those reclining desk chairs, leaning back in that thing like he doesn’t have a CARE in the WORLD. In the world. Got his feet kicked up like he’s on some beach! And then to top it all off?? He’s smoking one of those big-ass Mike cigars.
And he just looks at me — looks over my fit for a second — and he smiles.
Nods.
And then he goes right on back to puffing that cigar.
ARE YOU SERIOUS!! Man, I think I’m a cool guy. I’m alright. But Mike is the only person I ever — I mean ever — met who can be so effortless in his cool that he leaves this…. GLOW. It’s almost like I’ll remember the details about that moment and then I’ll get worked up from remembering it, just thinking about how cool that man is, you know what I’m saying?? I mean, he….. Y’all! Y’ALL. He’s smoking a CIGAR, with his UNIFORM on…… before the NBA ALL-STAR GAME. And man, he’s in the COACHES’ OFFICE. He’s in the coaches’ office. You’re smoking your big-ass cigar in the coaches’ office, in your damn uniform, with your feet kicked up like it’s nothing, before your very last All-Star Game?? Man — you run everything. You run EV-ER-Y-THING!!
Y’all I’m begging you, just stay humble on this one, and don’t question it. PLEASE.
Not when it comes to Black Jesus, that man, walking among us.
Not when it comes to Mike being the GOAT.
