Sweet Potato Pie (How the Pacers are gettin' it done and keepin' Big Momma happy)

"That's what I'm talkin' bout playa!"

Marcus Garvey once said, “With confidence, you have won before you have started.” Ole dull Joe Paterno gave it to us like this, “When a team outgrows individual performance and learns team confidence, excellence becomes a reality.” Then Eleanor Roosevelt shut the joint down with, “You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along’.”

Well playboy…the Indiana Pacers must have been listenin’ to the First Lady because their confidence has gone through the roof now. On Wednesday night they climbed out of a 20 point deficit to eventually beat the Charlotte Hornets 88-86 off of a Solomon Hill tip in at the buzzer.

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! The Pacers have been showin’ up lookin’ like a mobile triage unit with so many cats injured. They’ve had the usual suspects Paul George (fractured leg), George Hill (left knee contusion) and David West (right ankle sprain). However, other cats like Rodney Stuckey (foot) and C.J. Miles (migraines) are rotatin’ on and off of the Pilgrim Missionary Baptist Life of the Living Water and Bread Episcopal Peter’s Rock New Beginnings sick and shut in list. It’s been tough to even have a consistent group of boyz playin’.

However, this team has found a way to gain confidence from some of the dull near misses at the start of the season. Now they’re closin’ joints out primarily because they believe that they can win with whoever is on the floor. The Pacers couldn’t hit an elephant in the butt with a base fiddle last night bruh shootin’ 37-86 (43%) from the field and 5-14 (35%) from downtown. At one point they were 1-9 from behind the arc and simply playin’ in traffic blind folded.

To win ball games when you’re not particularly shootin’ well comes down to confidence that a boy can win no matter what. That credit goes to Frank playboy! He’s doin’ a helluva job of keepin’ the water out of the boat when everybody and their momma’s momma thought they’d completely fall apart with all of these injuries and no Lance.

He’s even figured out a way to get Roy out of the ride darn near every night. I thought that the dun would roll up in a blanket in the back seat and put on some Maxwell ‘Urban Hang Suite’ on a boy and close his freakin’ eyes with the beast, Al Jefferson comin’ to town. I don’t know what Frank told him but he was out of the ride at the tip bangin’ with A boy. Now Al got his 28 and 8 but ole Roy walked out of the joint with 18 and 11 and his dignity. That’s solid work pimpin’!

Once boyz saw Roy runnin’ alongside of the whip their confidence increased. The homie, Luis Scola, dropped off 15 and some Dulce de leche. For all of you uncultured duns out there that’s the popular Argentine spread used to fill cakes and pancakes playa. Then both Donald Sloan and Rodney Stuckey threw 11 in the kitty for some of Big Momma’s sweet potato pie next week. And if you bring your white friends over for dinner they better not call it pumpkin pie or it’s gonna be a fight! Big Momma is like Homie the Clown, she don’t play dat!

So give the Pacers mad props for findin’ ways to win with a hole in the bow of the boat. Just think of how deep this team will be once boyz start gettin’ healthy. Up next Phoenix and stop me when I start lyin’!

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