CLEVELAND, OH. — Unless you’ve been livin’ under a rock for the past year and especially durin’ these Finals nobody gave the Cavs a suburban valedictorian’s chance of survivin’ in at a ghetto public school’s graduation of winnin’ that series. Once they went down 3-0 to Golden State it was a wrap and it was almost guaranteed that they would lose Game 4 in a sweep.
LeBron’s not crazy, so he knew that there wasn’t a chance of comin’ out of the joint alive. So that’s when ole boy should have made up his mind that if he had to go down, he was goin’ down like a straight up G!! If he’s gotta get swept and go down with a bunch of cats that wouldn’t have even made the playoffs without him he’s got be a savage in the end. He had respectable numbers in Game 4 finishin’ with 23 points, 8 assists and 7 rebounds. However, the dun only took 13 shots and attempted only 1 three-pointer. C’mon bruh!!! Now the dun averaged 34 points, 11 assists and 9 rebounds for the series which is NUTS!!!
However, I was expectin’ that dun to show for Game 4 up lookin’ like Bugaloo from Above the Rim with googles on, a mouth piece with lip protector, with his book bag on in the front and some darn hikin’ boots. He should have put up 70 points, grabbed 35 rebounds and threw NOT one assist!!! I wouldn’t have passed nothin’ but gas.
Not only that bruh, I would have exhausted all six fouls, cursed out everybody on both teams, got two technical fouls savin’ the last personal foul for firin’ on JR Smith and knockin’ all of his teeth out. Then I would have pulled a Charles Oakley when they’re tryin’ to remove me from the floor!!! I’m fightin’ security guards and valets on my way out of the joint. C’mon bruh!!!
I’m goin’ out like Tony Montana in Scarface at the top of the banister. I’m goin’ out like Maximus in the Gladiator!! I’m goin’ out full steam ahead like Cleo (Queen Latifah) in Set It Off. They would have literally had to drag me off of the court on a stretcher with an IV in both arms playa. That’s how a G goes out. I wouldn’t have had any friends this mornin’ either because I would have been fightin’ all of them too.
We found out after Game 4 that ole boy has been playin’ with a broken hand after puttin’ it through a whiteboard in frustration of the overturned block/charge call, the foolishness of JR Smith and boyz not usin’ their last timeout. So you’ve got to respect the dun for continuin’ to play the other games and puttin’ up crazy numbers.
Everybody knew that he had no shot but it’s the fight boyz were lookin’ for. And I get that he was mentally over it. He’s so ready to get out of Cleveland that he doesn’t know what to do. He’d already essentially drug two teams to the playoffs in one season with this organization this season. But I would have loved to have seen him in the ’64 Impala hangin’ over the driver side door as Golden State celebrated on his home court. Stop me when I start lyin’!
Of course I’m being facetious. You’ve got to give LeBron tall respect for playin’ three games in the Finals with a broken hand. TALL RESPECT!!!
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!