|PG: "What you doin' bruh? Hibbert: "Uh, I thought..."|
Ole girl must have been talking about Roy Hibbert because that dun continues to act like he’s scared to death to get out of the ride when boyz pull up to get it in. The Indiana Pacers barely got out of Philly alive on Friday night with a 101-94 win over the dull 76ers. While all four of the other starters jumped out of the whip and put up double figures this dun, Hibbert, reclined the seat, put on some Luther, stuck his foot out the window and went to sleep.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! The Pacers ran up on some clowns that were the second to the worse team in the freakin’ league with a record of 15-50, a now 19 game losing streak and knocked their books out of their hands. Initially they did what everybody does to the cat in school that won’t stand up for himself, took advantage of him.
The Sixers are so bad that ole boy Tony Wroten's shoe decided it had had enough and just quit on a boy. The sole of his shoe just came off in protest of this foolishness. Nineteen what? So he had to go get the trusty Jordan's because that dun is gonna ride as long as somebody is paying or he's gettin' some free marketing!
The Pacers at one point were up by as many as 17 points in the first half on these duns. Boyz were handling their business like real G’s. Paul George put up 25, 6 and 4. Lance the Don Dada, Mr. #BornReady himself, delivered the crisp double-double with 13 points and 12 rebounds. D. West threw 18 in the kitty with another 7 boards and George Hill added 14 points, 6 rebounds and threw 9 dimes.
Then the green elephant showed up playboy with his cat Mr. Turnover Tom! Hibbert finished the night with 4 freakin’ points and 3 measly rebounds. Now he did offer up 5 blocks but still bruh, 4 points and 3 boards and you’re 7’2”? C'mon bruh that’s a problem!
Then the cat just took over joint with 21 of them that turned into 20 points for the 76ers. That’s a persistent problem that nobody wants to address playa and like I keep saying that if they’re going to slay that Philistine down in Miami, it’s gotta be fixed.
You can beat up on duns with pocket protectors and high water pants in Philly every night with 21 turnovers and Roy sittin’ in the ride. But duns like that aren’t going to be in the playoffs.
When the playoffs roll around you gotta run up on some cats with tattoos on their necks. Not just regular tattoos bruh, jail house tattoos! You gotta run up on cats with their paints halfway down their legs named Lil Mook and Killer Tone. They aren’t just gonna let you show up and drop weight all over the floor and noticeably leave your biggest boy in the ride with a water gun sleep.
Naw playa, if you do that against them they’ll have you strapped belly down on the living room floor with duct tape on your eyes and mouth cleaning the whole crib out. Then depending upon who you’re affiliated with will determine how you’ll die. Oh yeah playboy, you’re gonna die but will it be with a bullet through the heart or the back of the head. It's win or go home! That’s how real it gets come playoff time pimpin’.
On some real talk, the Pacers aren’t any better now than they were in late December that’s why boyz are giving them the problems that they’re giving them right now. Hibbert and the cat are the ruptured Achilles and until it’s corrected they’ll continue to get pushed around by duns that shouldn’t even be on the floor with them.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Detroit gives them problems tonight. Why? Because it’s the second night of a back to back and the freakin’ starters had to come back out to finish the game against the dull 76ers last night.
It’s time for boyz to start kickin' Hibbert in his butt and for the whole team to start wearing some old school stickum like Lester Hayes because that freakin' cat is completely outta control! Stop me when I start lyin’!
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