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Well playa…the Indiana Pacers in spite of all the obstacles just keep perseverin’ and winnin’ games that boyz keep countin’ them out of. On Monday they rolled into Big D where nobody and their cousin Pookie gave them a hood rat’s chance at a debutante ball of survivin’. When the joint was over the Pacers ran out of the buildin’ with a 111-100 win over the Mavericks and a hand full of ole dull Mark Cuban’s tight butt t-shirts bruh. And that’s the edited version.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! If you’ve been watchin’ this team play this year you can’t help but to love them. Talk about boyz on a mission! Like I’ve said before, they are a mobile mash until right now but they just keep findin’ ways to win.
Check this out bruh, Paul George (fractured leg), George Hill (bruised knee) and David West (ankle) have yet to put on a uniform this season and then it’s been a revolvin’ door of boyz just tryin’ to keep the water out of the boat. They finally got C.J. Miles and Rodney Stuckey in the ride at the same time.
On Monday Big boy Roy had a legitimate reason for not gettin’ out of the car because of a sprained left ankle that he injured on Saturday night. So boyz didn’t trip on him eatin’ Skittles and listenin’ to Luther with his feet hangin’ out of the window.
When the ride pulled up in Dallas with Indiana plates Donald Sloan was the first dun to jump out on a boy in the middle of the street. He didn’t even bother to turn the joint off or close the door because it wasn’t goin’ to take long. He hit them up for a cool 29 points and 5 dimes to get the party started. Then Luis Scola came out of the passenger seat and caught a boy sleepin’ at the light with 14 points as he got off into his pockets for 11 pieces of glass. Rodney Stuckey slid out of the back seat on them and hit ‘em up for 12 and 5 dimes! Then Chris Copeland and Damjan Rudez came out of the bushes with 11 apiece.
The Pacers unloaded a season high in points and equaled their season high in field goal percentage as they shot 50 percent from behind the arc. These boyz weren’t playin’ down there bruh. Now they’ve got to show up in San Antonio on Wednesday with their gonads on their shoulders talkin’ a $100 worth of noise and bitin’ like a pit bull!
You’ve got to be a complete sucka not to ride with these cats right now. They’re givin’ you everything they’ve got and that’s all you can ask for. A hustla is not the one that wins every night. It’s the one that out works a boy every night. Over a period of time the hustla always wins more than he loses because the hustle simply takes over. Stop me when I start lyin’!
Holla At Ya Boy!
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