OAKLAND, CA. — Grenville Kleiser, the author, once said, “By constant self-discipline and self-control you can develop greatness of character.” Alfred Lord Tennyson, the British poet, broke it down like this, “Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.” Then Joseph B. Wirthlin, the famous poet, put it where the goats could get it when he spit, “Self-control is one mark of a mature person; it applies to control of language, physical treatment of others, and the appetites of the body.”
Well playas…neither Tristan Thompson nor Kevin Love showed the mark of a mature person on Thursday night in the closin’ moments of the game. Tristan physically assaulted Draymond Green after wrongfully, in my opinion, bein’ ejected for foulin’ Shawn Livingston for takin’ a shot with 2.5 seconds left. Then Kevin Love stepped onto the court when the duns started squabblin’ after ole boy pushed the ball into Day-Day’s (Draymond) face.
Now they both could face a one-game suspension from the league for essentially not havin’ the self-control it takes to play in the darn Finals. It’s a “Po Pimp” Do or Die situation bruh and the Cavs need every man and all hands on deck every night in order to at least hold on to the knot at the end of the rope in this series.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! Nobody gave these duns a shot at winnin’ this series. However, without JR Smith completely goin’ JR Smith with 4.7 seconds left in Game 1 they had a real shot of hittin’ a lick in Oak-town.
So with that opportunity dead and gone after Golden State exploded in overtime to outscore the Cavs 17-7. Boyz have to be disciplined enough to know that this game is a loss and now it’s time to start thinkin’ about Game 2. Yeah, I know that LeBron dropped 51 on a boy and if anybody had a right to just snap it would have been him. However, he’s got enough sense to understand that his team needs him for the remainin’ games even if the outlook is bleak.
Tristan Thompson scored 2 darn points (and that’s the edited version) and grabbed 5 rebounds and he’s got the nerve to be upset because a boy took a shot to rub the loss in their faces? Are you kiddin’ me? He’s got no equity in the game with 2 freakin’ points. With 2 points it shouldn’t have mattered if Livingston had pulled his pants down and shot the ball off of his bare bottom. C’mon bruh!! Draymond knew exactly what he was doin’ to win the next game by aggravatin’ him enough for him to react. Day-Day is tryin’ to win bruh.
Now LeBron’s got to show up potentially without two of his starters, find a way to put up another 50-plus points and pray that he can get double figures out of some cats that haven’t done it consistently all postseason. And oh yeah, he’s got to hope and pray that the Golden State Warriors all get arrested on their way to the game on Sunday for bein’ basketball players in the city limits.
For all of the cats that will be hatin’ on that Philistine today, if you watched the game it’s impossible to hate on him this mornin’. It never makes sense to hate on him but I’m specifically talkin’ about Game 1. Don’t play yourself because you will look like a complete fool puttin’ that loss on him and you will prove to everyone around you that you are a bonafide hater. And YES George Hill has to knock down that free throw because if he’d done that we wouldn’t even be talkin’ about this foolishness today. 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) Put it where the goats can get it: verb phrase – to make it as elementary as possible. To put it at ground level so everyone can understand it.
3) Ole boy: noun – the person that I’m currently talkin’ about.
4) Po Pimp: noun – song recorded and performed by the rap group Do or Die.
5) Lick: verb – to steal something or to come up on an unexpected reward or money.
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!