I-95 (Why Roy Hibbert never got out of the limo in Miami. Pacers 94 Heat 97)

"Watch out young fella! I can still do this with one ankle bruh!"

I got to Miami early on Wednesday so I ran through the Pork N Beans Projects to shoot some dice with the homies before the game. All of a sudden I hear these cats in the back room plotting revenge. Marcus Tullius Cicero, the ancient Roman philosopher, said, “Those wars are just which are undertaken without provocation. For only a war waged for revenge or defense can be just.” Confucius got way too deep on boyz when he said, “Virtuous people revenge themselves for the constraints to which they submit by the boredom which they inspire.” What?? Then William Shakespeare shut the game down with, “If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?”

Well… the Miami Heat came in the building looking for just that on Wednesday night against the Indiana Pacers after boyz completely embarrassed them a little more than a week ago in Indy. However, they had to put the dice down and put in mad work to knock off the boyz from Naptown 97-94 in a thriller on South Beach.

Ole smoke breakin’ Dwayne Wade never went to the parking lot to kick it with the fellas like he normally does as he put 32 points in the kitty to lead the Heat. LeBron went to work on boyz even on a bum ankle and dropped off 24 just to let cats know that he’s still the best on the planet.

Will somebody please tell me why Udonis Halsem looks like the old cat at the crib that's been working at the steel mill for like 35 years that sleeps in his work clothes? That dun was out there last night looking like he had on some old school Das EFX Timberlands bruh and his name was Cleotis.

Now don’t get it twisted, the Pacers had these duns tied up in the basement for 98% of the ball game! The Heat lead 14-13 midway through the first quarter and didn’t get out of the trunk of the ride until they went on a 10-0 run down the stretch when Ray Allen connected on a 3-pointer to put them up 95-92 late in the fourth.

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! This morning those boyz are telling cats that they never panicked when Biggie had them tied up in a Brooklyn basement but we all saw LeBron snap on Rio during a timeout. It’s called panic playboy, when you try to eat your young. If we gone talk, then let’s talk turkey or better yet pull the tape because the film doesn’t lie.

Just say that these Indiana cats had us on the ropes for a minute. It’s cool! Boyz will respect you in the morning. They’re a good team. It’s not like the Charlotte Bobcats came through and had you down 15 points in the third quarter playa! The Pacers had the best record in the league (20-4) coming into the joint so don’t lie to the fellas that saw you strapped belly down on the floor for most of the night.

We all saw these cats pull up in front of the joint, get out with tall swagger, walk up to the bar and take your girl! We saw the henchmen Paul George, David West and Lance Stephenson hit you with 25, 23 and 13 respectively. We also saw Roy Hibbert hiding in the limo too. That dun was scared to get out of the ride because of a bad experience he had last June at the same club.

How can you be 7’2” 290lbs and finish with 6 points and 2 rebounds in a game like this? He destroyed the Heat last week with 24 points and now he’s shivering in the back of the whip trippin’ off of some chick? Roy, the freakin’ ball is going to hit you in the face at least 7 times on GP coming off of the rim because you’re taller than everybody on the floor.

I know that boyz took your girl in Game 7 last year but you gotta get over that bruh. You can’t leave your homies hangin’ because some broad broke your heart in June. On some real talk, the best man always wins in the playoffs. Ain’t no flukes come playoff time playboy because it’s the best of 7. You showed up, didn’t listen to R. Kelly and “cuff yo chick” and the Heat took Beyonce's advice and put a ring on her. It was just that simple!

It’s a new season but the championship still goes through Miami pimpin’! You still gotta get on I-95 and head south if you wanna even smell diamonds and when you get there you gotta get out of the ride and fight. Forget what you heard, they still have the best player breathing and he’s got shooters on the roof at all times like the Carter. So before boyz start anointing the Pacers to win it all understand that King James went to work last night on an “I’m Gonna Get You Sucka” ankle and went to the crib with the chick the Pacers came in with. I’m just sayin’!

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