Now that NBA free agency is pretty much in the books and everybody and their baby’s momma got paid through the nose, now what? Nobody cares about what the dull Knicks are goin’ to do with themselves! Who cares what happens to Melo at this point. Wherever he lands or doesn’t land won’t make a difference at all. He’s still gettin’ his bread and is GUARANTEED not to play a lick of defense. Again, now what?
All we’ve got to watch now is the NBA summer league and Lonzo Ball is hurt. Well…he was at least hurt on Monday night against the Kings when everybody wanted to see him play against D’Aaron Fox for the third time. Now we’re down to darn baseball bruh! The All-Star game is tonight in Miami and the duns in Miami aren’t even tryin’ to watch it. Watchin’ the Homerun derby last night was like pullin’ teeth with a hammer.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! Until football season starts we’re literally waitin’ on some dun to get arrested or to do something stupid like Floyd Mayweather not payin’ his taxes. That’s what we’re down to homie.
This time of year is the worse. Hoop season and free agency is over and football season is still two months away. America’s pastime is no longer relevant and as a matter of fact it’s past it’s time. The only reason boyz gave two dead flies smashed about baseball last year was because the Cubs were winnin’ and now they suck again. Well…relative to last year. There’s no buzz in the air about them and who cares it’s freakin’ July?
Holla At Ya Boy in September, that’s if they even make the playoffs. I’m a sports junkie and I don’t even wanna watch baseball. It’s like watchin’ paint dry with someone scratchin’ the chalk board with shoes on two sizes too small.
So now we’re down to waitin’ for somebody to do something stupid for the next two months. Bring on football season! Stop me when I start lyin’!
1) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.
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!