Shooters (How Atlanta was pullin' up from Big Momma's front porch on the Pacers)

"You still want some of this bruh?"

Bertolt Brecht , the German Marxist poet, once said, “The law was made for one thing alone, for the exploitation of those who don’t understand it, or are prevented by naked misery from obeying it.” Jennifer Weiner, the famous writer and television producer, gave it to us like this, “Whenever people with money have power over people with less money, you have the potential for exploitation.” Then W.H. Auden, the famous poet, completely shut the buildin’ down with, “Almost all of our relationships begin and most of them continue as forms of mutual exploitation, a mental or physical barter, to be terminated when one or both parties run out of goods.”

Well playboy…the Atlanta Hawks seemed to never run out of wide open jumpers and three’s on a boy Monday night in Indy as they exploited the Indiana Pacers lack of energy and range. They beat the brakes off of them 108-92 shootin’ from everywhere includin' Big Momma’s front porch bruh!

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! The Hawks walked into the joint like the Secret Service, the local SWAT Team and any hood in America! They had shooters everywhere. Boyz were pullin’ up from the parkin’ lot without blinkin’. DeMarre Carroll was deadly when he stepped off in the joint knockin’ down his first three from behind the arc to get the ATL party started. Once he opened that can of worms it was on and poppin’ for the Hawks.

Boyz had a license to pull up and there was absolutely nothin’ the Pacers could do about it! In my Bernie Mac voice, “Nutin’! Nutin’!” Jeff Teague went to work on these boyz with 21, Kyle Korver unleashed 13 and Carroll finished with 12. Here’s the problem though playa, because they were so deadly from long range, boyz had to respect it. That’s when cats startin’ climbin’ through the window. The Hawks punched the back door in as Al Horford got loose with a game high 25 and the Hawks as a team scored 48 in the paint.

The Pacers were runnin’ around all night lookin’ like a boy had stolen their bikes and broken into their gym lockers. Three cats finished the night in double figures; both Rodney Stuckey and C.J. Miles had 15 and Luis Scola 12. Miles seemed to find his rhythm late in the ball game after a boy had already pillaged the crib and pawned Big Momma’s silverware.

They’ve got 48 hours to find some energy and buy some defense because Chris Paul and Co. are in route playboy. Up next the Clippers and please stop me when I start lyin’!

P.S.: For a behind the scenes look at the Pacers from this ball game check out "Pacers Cred: Behind the Scenes with Ya Boy! (Hawks 108 Pacers 92)"


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