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Well… on Friday night the Indiana Pacers looked like they had definitely learned the rules and played better than the Houston Rockets as they beat the brakes off of them 114-81. After losing two straight they weren’t trying to be dull for the third night in a row.
The Pacers got bullied this week by Detroit at their own game then went to South Beach and let the two time defending champs off the hook late in the fourth quarter. They literally had them on the ropes staggering and foaming at the mouth and let ‘em go. So boyz weren’t trying to let Houston come in, drink up all of the liquor and holler at all of the women just because they’ve got some superstars and travel with their own groupies like Miami and the Lakers do. Naw playboy, not tonight, not in this joint!
These duns showed up driving a Western Conference Maserati, parked it in front of the club sideways so nobody could park next to it and went in without paying. They figured that it’s just Indiana and we can easily take over this joint on GP.
As soon as that dun posted up in the VIP and started ordering bottles. Paul George knocked the table over with 24 points and grabbed 9 boards from the bar while Lance Stephenson brought some Brooklyn flavor bumping that Biggie with 16 points and throwing 6 dimes. At that point it got “Turnt Up” even though Dwight Howard tried to fight these cats off with 19 points, 12 rebounds and 5 blocks.
While Paul was stinging ‘em on offense he was a beast on D as well as he locked “The Beard” James Harden down and wouldn’t let him get a clean shot off all night. He held him to 3 of 14 shooting for only 12 points. So he barely tasted that bottle of Patron that they ordered before their spot got turned out.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! It got stupid after a while bruh! The Pacers ran out of the joint and sped away with a season high 12 3-pointers, a season high point total (114), their largest margin of victory (33) and their second best field goal shooting percentage (53.1).
Even though six players scored in double figures ole dull Roy Hibbert did it again. That dun stayed in the limo most of the freakin’ night and only put up 9 points, 6 rebounds and had 1 block. So essentially he jumped out of the whip and threw a few punches once they had boyz on the ground. He’s the cat that runs up kicking folks in the head after they fall. Everybody has that dude in the crew. You can’t get around it bruh. It is what it is. You gotta let him role because he looked out for you in third grade and you owe him a solid, plus every now and then he’ll show up and be a beast.
Even ole banged up Danny Granger jumped out of the whip and contributed to the beat down. I mean he was 1 of 7 shooting but he at least attempted to throw some punches. What did you expect from a boy that hadn’t been out in more than a year? He only hit the club 5 times all last year. So you know he was gonna be rusty trying to spit game and fight at the same time on his first time out.
You know how it is bruh? You gotta have your swag on 10 to step to these broads in the club because if they’re rolling with a crew they’re gonna clown a boy real quick. Then you got duns fightin’ in VIP too! That’s a bit much for a stud to handle on night one back out with the fellas! Give him some time to get his rhythm back and he’ll be just fine.
If Frank Vogel can pull a “Zen Master Type” performance the rest of the way and keep everybody focused on “T.E.A.M.” this could be a dangerous unit come playoff time playboy! Stop me when I start lyin’!
Holla At Ya Boy!
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