Brown Baggin' (Heat 92 Pacers99)

"All knotted up now playa! Let's do this maaaaan!"

Steve Garvey once said, “You must be passionate, you must dedicate yourself, and you must be relentless in the pursuit of your goals. If you do, you will be successful.”  John F. Kennedy threw the dominoes on the table and shouted, “History is a relentless master. It has no present, only the past rushing into the future. To try to hold fast is to be swept aside.” Then Big Momma took a squig of her gin and said, “I bet you better watch what you throwin' in my house or Ima be relentless on yo butt!”

The Indiana Pacers came into game 4 of the Eastern Conference Finals down 2-1 and desperate playboy. A loss at the crib would be fatal. So Big boy Roy Hibbert playing in front of his Georgetown head coach John Thompson III, in whom I had to dap up pre-game for those bangin’ shoes and the nice seersucker jacket he was rockin’, went to work and put up 23 points and grabbed 12 boards in route to a 99-92 win.

"We're never going to give up. We're relentless!" said Hibbert after the game. All of those guys in there, they believe we can win. No matter what the analysts or whoever says anything, they count us out, those guys in the locker room were ready to play and we went out and played our hearts out."

 Once again the entire starting 5 for the Pacers brought double figures to the party and dessert pimpin’! Lance Stephenson brought 20 of Big Momma’s sweet potato pies, George Hill stopped over in the hood at Long’s and got 19 glazed donuts, David West picked up 14 Bar-B-Q Rib tips from the Kountry Kitchen and Paul George swooped up 12 large pizzas from Pasquale’s. They call that brown baggin' where I'm from bruh because everything comes in a brown paper bag. Now you know if a boy eats all of that he’ll be sick! So you completely understand why LeBron and the Heat were nauseous flying back to South Beach last night.  

Not only did everybody show up with food, they completely destroyed the Heat on the glass 49-30. That means that the Heat got very few second chance shots playa! The game plan was to attack the Heat in the paint and it worked like a charm. The Pacers outscored them 50-32 in that department.

The crazy thing is, when you look at the stats of points in the paint, rebounds and field goal shooting percentage the Pacers should have won this joint by 20 but that didn’t happen playboy. Why? Because they were playing the best team in the league! So even when you’re killin’ ‘em in every statistical category and can’t get pull away from them it tells you something. You gotta bring Big Momma’s cookin’ or some good ole brown bag to the joint every night in order to beat them.

It’s the NBA son! You don’t get props for winning 1 or 2 of those joints you gotta win 4 of 'em. So know that it’s all knotted up, boyz gotta put on their big boy pants and sneakers going forward.  I’m talking about both teams bruh! In my Puff Daddy voice, “It’s real in the field now!” What are you gonna do with the opportunity?

What I couldn’t understand for the life of me was why LeBron didn’t attack boyz like he did in Game 3? He kept putting his back to the basket and was settling for jump shots or passing that joint off; even when he had one on one match ups with boyz that he could clearly beat to the rack. Wheredeydodatat? I'm just sayin'!

Maybe Big Momma’s cookin’ is finally starting to effect these Miami boyz or is it the NBA trying to get 7 games out of this joint because the Western Conference Finals were a joke and got no ratings and made no bread.  I’m just sayin’, because it’s fishy when a boy fouls out that has only fouled out  of 5 games in his career and only twice in post-season play.

On some real talk, he was doing what he always does but in Game 4 those joints suddenly became REAL fouls. They've been fouls all year but boyz have looked the other way. Now that Memphis has laid an egg it's gonna cost LeBron. I understand that these duns gotta get paid but when it becomes obvious that’s where I draw the line! If you’re gonna rip me off at least wait until I go to sleep and then put my wallet back because it’s a hassle standing in line down at the BMV.  Stop me when I start lyin’ playboy!

Holla At Ya Boy!
Jay Graves
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