The Cavs look a Hot Mess right now bruh. On Saturday OKC came in, took everybody’s sneakers and jewelry off of them, slapped Big Momma and ate all of her sweet potato pie she was savin’ for Mr. Willie down the street. They gave up 148 points in four quarters of basketball! This foolishness didn’t go into overtime. It was over in the second quarter but NBA rules says that you have to finish the darn game.
So they went through the motions and got beat 148-124. They’ve been atrocious since Christmas Day goin’ 3-9. Everybody’s been bullyin’ them in the hallway, knockin’ their books out of their hands and when they bend over to pick them up they get kicked in the butt. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! LeBron is out there by himself and boyz are lookin’ at him like he’s supposed to be able to beat an entire team by himself every night durin’ the regular season. Nobody’s playin’ a stitch of defense and Ty Lue looks like he’s always looked. Like a deer in head lights. That dun has been hidin’ behind LeBron coachin’ the darn team since he took over and now it’s evident that he doesn’t know what he’s doin’ because they’re playin’ so bad.
After the game LeBron had this to say, “Playoffs? We can’t even start thinking about that, not the way we’re playing right now. We could easily get bounced early in the playoffs if they started next weekend. Haven’t even began thinking about the postseason.”
They should have asked ole boy Jim Mora about the Cavs chances in the playoffs because his response would have been better. “Ah — playoffs? Don’t talk about — playoffs? You kidding me? Playoffs? I just hope we can win a game! Another game.”
The Cavs look like they’re just showin’ up for the check at this point bruh. Yeah and I know that it’s just January and boyz really don’t start clickin’ until after the All-Star break but somethings gotta give. If they don’t start lookin’ like a basketball team in a minute it’s gonna be bad come April. I’m just sayin’.
I know that LeBron can carry boyz around on his own but he’s gotta have somethin’ to work with. Back in 2015 when he drug them to the Finals with Kyrie and Kevin Love hurt he at least had some duns that wanted to grind with him. He had the ole hard workin’ coal miner, Dellavedova, puttin’ in crazy work with him and even cats like JR and Shumpert were fightin’ like some soldiers after they BOTH had been traded for a second round draft pick in 2019. That dun is still in high school bruh. Think about that. Now he’s got a bunch of cats just showin’ up for roll call.
Whatever has to happen better happen in Cleveland because LeBron’s got no reason to stay once his contract is up this summer. Dan Gilbert’s probably in a panic right now because he knows that dun has one foot out of the door and there’s nothin’ he can do about it.
And please don’t start tellin’ me what the old school cats didn’t do. They didn’t do it because they didn’t have the luxury of free agency the way they do today. Boyz can sign huge one or two year deals to give themselves options sooner rather than later. It’s the American way. It’s called business and they’re businessmen. They aren’t fans. They’re gettin’ this money in their own terms. The front office no longer dictates what superstars can and can not do. I’m not mad boyz at all for bein’ able to control their own destiny. Stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus:
1) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.
2) Ole boy: noun – the person that I’m currently talkin’ about.
The G is excluded from the endings of all words because the G is near and dear to my heart because I’m from “The G” which is Gary, Indiana. So I only use the G when I’m talkin’ about “The G!”
The caption under the photo isn’t real but its real talk!