Yeah, I'm 32 years old. Sure, I've spent almost a dozen years in the L. But look at me. Do I look like one of those chumps who sit in front of their TVs munching on Doritos while having a Coke? Do you think there's an ounce of fat on me. None. Zero.
You know why? It's because when I'm on the court, I play my heart out. I run. And run. And run some more. I don't stop. I don't quit. I attack. And slash. And zip around the court like a two year-old who drank too much soda. You slow getting back? I'm going to get to the basket before you can say "defense."
Billy King, that retard who basically forced me to ask for a trade, felt that rebuilding was the way to go. That there wasn't any point in building a team around me, because I'm not the sort of guy you build teams around. Even though I got us in the Finals in 2001 with a bunch of chumps. Imagine what I could've done if you had given me a big man who could catch the damn ball (Sorry, Deke) or another consistent scorer to keep those defenses off me.
So rebuilding around the other AI is the answer, huh? How old is he? 23 years old? What do his stats look like? Just under 19 points, 4.7 dimes, 2 steals a game?
Me? I dunno, man. I'm pretty old. I'm a f*cking senior citizen in the L. I couldn't possibly be averaging more than 25 points a game. But guess what? I'm averaging just under 27 a game. While dishing out a shade under 7 assists. And playing D that's good enough for 2.4 steals a game. I'm 2nd in scoring in the NBA. Eleventh in assists. Third in steals.
Guess we know which AI still brings the sh*t, eh? Guess we know who The Answer really is, right?
Know what other stats matter? 109-96. That was the score today when we Nuggets whipped your asses. 21-12. That's our record right now.
So Philly, thanks for the memories. And for trading me. I'm definitely happier where I am now.
Allen
You know why? It's because when I'm on the court, I play my heart out. I run. And run. And run some more. I don't stop. I don't quit. I attack. And slash. And zip around the court like a two year-old who drank too much soda. You slow getting back? I'm going to get to the basket before you can say "defense."
Billy King, that retard who basically forced me to ask for a trade, felt that rebuilding was the way to go. That there wasn't any point in building a team around me, because I'm not the sort of guy you build teams around. Even though I got us in the Finals in 2001 with a bunch of chumps. Imagine what I could've done if you had given me a big man who could catch the damn ball (Sorry, Deke) or another consistent scorer to keep those defenses off me.
So rebuilding around the other AI is the answer, huh? How old is he? 23 years old? What do his stats look like? Just under 19 points, 4.7 dimes, 2 steals a game?
Me? I dunno, man. I'm pretty old. I'm a f*cking senior citizen in the L. I couldn't possibly be averaging more than 25 points a game. But guess what? I'm averaging just under 27 a game. While dishing out a shade under 7 assists. And playing D that's good enough for 2.4 steals a game. I'm 2nd in scoring in the NBA. Eleventh in assists. Third in steals.
Guess we know which AI still brings the sh*t, eh? Guess we know who The Answer really is, right?
Know what other stats matter? 109-96. That was the score today when we Nuggets whipped your asses. 21-12. That's our record right now.
So Philly, thanks for the memories. And for trading me. I'm definitely happier where I am now.
Allen
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