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Bodhidharma, the Buddhist monk regarded as the first Chinese patriarch, once said, “The ignorant mind, with its infinite afflictions, passions, and evils, is rooted in the three poisons. Greed, anger, and delusion.” Richard Dawkins, the English ethologist, jumped up and said, “A delusion is something that people believe in despite a total lack of evidence.” Then the famous writer, Christian Nestell Bovee, leaned back in his chair, poured out a lil’ liquor for all of the dead homies and said, “No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.”
Wrapped up in this complicated word we call “delusion” we find sudden Brooklyn Nets fans gassed up by this foolishness playboy. On Thursday the Nets mortgaged their future to pretty much sell tickets on hype alone. These duns gave up the entire farm for a plate of vegetables today. No, they sold the entire river for some of Big Momma’s cooked salmon after church. We’ll it wasn’t salmon, it was fried catfish if we’re talkin’ about Big Momma but you get what I’m sayin’!
They gave up Gerald Wallace, Kris Humphries, Kris Joseph, Keith Bogans, Reggie Evans and most importantly, first-round picks in 2014, ’16 and ’18 to Boston for Kevin Garnett, Paul Pierce and Jason Terry. So they went and got 2 OLD starters and a role player. Wheredeydodatat?
Now don’t get it twisted, KG is my favorite player of all-time simply because of his tremendous worth ethic. He’ll play a Tuesday night in February like it’s a Saturday night in June in the Finals. However, this dun is on his last leg bruh. The Nets pulled a crack-head move with that one playboy. They all but cut Boston’s glass for $1.73 and then shoveled their snow for $ .38. Naw bruh, Boston came through and bought their 60” flat screen joint for $26.57 and some old school food stamps!
I realize that they want to win like now bruh but this ain’t how you construct a winner playa! Sure, they’re gonna sell tickets and it’ll be a star studded event until the wheels start falling off of that joint. In early November you won’t be able to get a seat up in that joint. By early February, with the right pair of sneakers on you’ll be able to get 25 minutes of playing time and a dunk guaranteed. By game 40 them duns will be looking every bit of an NBA alumni team playing for charity in Little Rock! They have no bench bruh!
Not only do they not have a bench they’ve got a rookie coach that just pulled his jock off a month ago. He’s now coaching his peers! Wheredeydodatat? This ain’t 1958 when boyz used to have player coaches! Jason Kidd will be coaching not only cats that are Hall of Famers but cats with very strong personalities. How in the world his he gonna get their respect in a locker room when he just jumped out of the shower too?
Here this fool comes again that is always srcreamin’ from the roof tops, “Mark Jackson didn’t have any coaching experience either and he’s done just fine.” You’re absolutely right playboy! However, let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! Mark is 48 years old and was out of the league for 7 years working as an analyst before he jumped in head first. He had time to breathe and look at the game from a completely different perspective for a number of years and none of his homies are on his freakin’ team you idiot! Deron Williams, A.K.A. the coach killer, is Kidd’s boy!
So having no bench, some old legends, a rookie coach that knows nothing about MANAGING PEOPLE and a coach killer spells disaster in Brooklyn bruh! Look at it for what it is and take off the clown glasses for 5 minutes bruh and you can see it! Stop me when I start lyin’ playboy!
Holla At Ya Boy!
Jay Graves
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