Residuals (Why Paul George has been more of a problem than Lance Stephenson EVER was)

"You right bruh! I gotta get it together."

John Burroughs, the 19^th century nature essayist, once said, “A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.” Ralph Martson, the writer and publisher of the Daily Motivator, stood up and shouted, “Concern yourself more with accepting responsibility than with assigning blame. Let the possibilities inspire you more than the obstacles discourage you.” Then Khalil Gibran, the famous Lebanese poet, poured out a lil’ liquor for all the dead homies when he said, “If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.”

Well playboy…if Paul George were a responsible dude the wind wouldn’t keep revealin’ to the trees that he’s a hot mess. The latest out of the Paul George cycle of foolishness is that ole boy is refusin’ to pay child support for his five month old daughter that he had with a Miami stripper. Accordin’ to the New York Post this dun is pullin’ out all of the tricks tryin’ to avoid payin' the piper.

He even tried to get it moved to federal court! Whattt? Wheredeydodatat? Then he tried to get it moved to out of New York where the baby was born to Florida where the baby was conceived. Then when that blew up in his face he asked for custody all together but here’s the kicker bruh, he’s never even seen the freakin’ baby! That's like droppin' the baby off at the Kringles and puttin' a name tag on her.

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! For years I’ve been tellin’ you boyz that Paul George was the problem and not Lance Stephenson. However, you duns wouldn’t listen to me when I would say it because Lance was always easier to blame than anyone else sittin’ in the ride because he seemed a little too rough around the edges for you. All Lance ever did was come to work and give boyz the business on the floor. Now he was unorthodox in his approach; ok he was lil' ghetto in his approach but it worked. Did he not hold the best player on the freakin' planet to 7 points and 24 minutes in Game 5 of the Eastern Conference Finals last season? Who cares if he had to blow in a boyz ear to do it? He did his job!

He was gonna give you 13 points, 7 or 8 rebounds a night and just as many dimes. He led the freakin’ league in triple doubles for cryin’ out loud but boyz around here hated him. But the face of the franchise is out here tryin’ to pay strippers off to avoid havin’ a baby that he implanted and now he's refusin’ to pay child support for it. Not to mention, he's askin’ for custody when all else fails. Really?  

That dun must have thought that Edward Scissorhands and Stevie Wonder was sittin' on the bench! Here’s my diehard Pacers fan screamin’ from the roof tops, “Man why you are all in his business bruh? That’s a hater move! Leave him alone!” I’m not in his business playa I’m just a tree out here and the wind keeps blowin’ all of his foolishness my way. All he’s gotta do is stop pillow talkin’ to the wind and I wouldn’t know all of this foolishness.

Did I get in his business or did his business fall in my lap when he jumped in the freakin’ Bronco with O.J. a few weeks ago tryin’ to defend Ray Rice’s dumb butt with that ignorant tweet? And that’s the edited version! Did I get in his business when he took off all of his clothes, jumped on Facebook and started takin’ pictures of himself thinkin’ that he was hollerin’ at some chick that turned out to be a dude runnin’ game on him? Have I been responsible for all of the rumors floatin’ around about his antics with his teammates? Naw playa, that’s him pillow talkin’ with the wind and she keeps blowin’ his business into my face. At some point you knew I had to exhale.

It blows my mind how boyz out here will hate on Lance Stephenson for playin’ ball with an edge but continue to give Paul a pass because he’s the face of the franchise. Well let me say this pimpin’, somebody else needs to be doin’ his make-up because the face he's been puttin' on is terrible.

PG's baby momma: "Ladies this is what the retitement package looks like!"

Can you imagine if LeBron was out here doin’ the same foolishness that PG is on? OMG!!! What kills me is that cats hate LeBron but will defend duns like Ray Rice, Adrian Peterson and now Paul George. LeBron has been in the league for eleven years, was raised by a very unstable mother in the middle of the ghetto. He didn’t even know who his daddy was all while livin’ from pillow to post literally goin’ from coach’s house to his friend’s house just to survive and he’s never once been on the news for anything other than playin’ basketball.

But you duns hate him, love Adrian, Ray and Paul and Lance is still sittin’ in the blame box because in your mind he’s too ghetto. Ain’t that a blip! Well, I hope PG gets his act together, buy some condoms and take a long hard look in the mirror while he’s rehabbin’ this year because his reckless behavior will cost him big not only personally but professionally and financially.

Here’s a quick piece of advice lil’ homie, if the broad takes her clothes off for a livin’ that means that she’s in it for the money. Here’s how it’s supposed to work playboy. She gets undressed, you look at her, pay her and then you go home alone. That’s straight out of the stripper’s handbook playa as ridiculous as it sounds but that's how some duns spend their hard earned bread. It also says in Section 10, Articles 4 and 5 that “If you see a sucka that 6’9” or taller that seems to be extremely irresponsible and somewhat gullible take him to the crib, put that thang on him and hit the jackpot to cash in on the residual retirement package.” Now that Lance is in Charlotte, who are boyz gonna be the scapegoat now? I'm just sayin'! Stop me when I start lyin’!

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Getaway Car (Why Paul George decided to jump in the ride with Ray Ray the Puncher)

PG: "Yeah this makes sense to me so I'll hit the send button."

As I was standin’ out in front of the shoe shine joint and these cats were talkin’ about boyz mindin’ their own business. Ned the Whinno said, “My name is Bennett and I ain’t in it.” Big Momma adjusted her wig and said, “Mind yo own business then you don’t have to worry about anybody knockin’ on your door askin’ you questions.” Then Lil’ Miss Johnson from down the street stepped out of the buildin’ and said, “See you always stickin’ yo shovel where it ain’t no manure.” And that’s the edited version playboy.

Paul George needed to be sittin’ in front of Lil’ Miss Johnson when he pulled out his phone to tweet yesterday because she would have slapped it right out of his hand. As a matter of fact, she would have back handed that dun for even thinkin’ about it. This cat felt the need to send out not one tweet but three in support of Ray Rice and this foolishness he’s involved in.

Now all of the homies over at the Pacers organization had to dive into Olivia Pope mode on a Thursday durin’ the off-season to get this clown out of his own freakin’ way. Wheredeydodatat?

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! This dun is all the way out in California somewhere at the crib with his leg kicked up with nothin’ to do. So all of the voices in his head says, “Let’s go dive off into the middle of this burinin’ buildin’ that doesn’t belong to us and while we’re at it let’s put on some gasoline draws, smoke a cigar with lighter fluid in our pockets just to see what will happen. Yeah that makes sense.”

It’s like the dun that sees his boy robbin’ the bank down the street and he flags him down for a ride home in the getaway car with the police in hot pursuit. Please tell me why would you even think that it makes sense to latch on to somethin’ that is reprehensible to say the least that everybody and their momma knows to stay away from? Even other abusers aren’t standin’ up for Ray Rice right now bruh. He’s poison at this point and you decided that it made sense to catch a ride with him? He may as well have jumped in the Bronco with OJ and AC at least they were in California.

"Uhhhhhhh....."

PG has his own problems bruh. Did I mention that he’s tryin’ to heal from a nasty leg break that he sustained while foolin’ around with USA Basketball? That injury in and of itself changes his life playa because he still doesn’t know how he’s goin’ to come back from that yet. So his focus should be on rehabbin’ that leg instead of ridin’ around with ole Ray Ray the Puncher bringin’ negative attention to not only himself but his family and the Pacers.

You already know that the old sistas of the church are gonna be pointin’ and whisperin’ when his folks walk in on Sunday. “Um, I thought that they raised that boy better than that?”

I know Larry Bird was probably somewhere playin’ golf when he got the call and darn near crashed the golf cart in a retention pond. He was like, “Get that fool on the phone right now!” I bet he did an ole school Big Momma cursin’ out too. That’s when he curses up one side of PG and then slides down the other. I know that dun was HOT!!!!

The Pacers have absolutely nothin’ to do with this situation and now Paul George is in the news standin’ next to Ray Rice’s ignorant butt. And that’s the edited version.

Are we surprised though? Isn’t this the same cat that was rumored to have tried to pay the stripper off to not have the baby but the stripper knew how to count? She figured that she could make more bread with the baby than without it. She’s a stripper for cryin’ out loud pimpin’, she’s in it for the money! She’s not goin’ to take the buyout and she just got on the job.

Isn’t this the same cat that was all on Facebook earlier this year with his joint out kissin’ at the camera because some dude Catfished him? What kind of game does he have bruh? This cat is rich and famous and he’s on Facebook hollerin’ at women? Well…supposedly.

Isn’t this the same cat that was in the middle of all of the rumors and foolishness that disturbed team chemistry last season? Now granted it was all rumors and innuendo but like Big Momma used to say, "If yo name keeps poppin' up then everybody ain't just sittin' around lyin' on you."

So why are we surprised that he had the capacity to jump in the ride with Ray Ray the Puncher for no apparent reason only to jump out of the car two blocks later apologizin’? "I'm sorry dawg! I was just tryin' to get a ride to the crib." Whattttt? He doesn't even live in your neighborhood.

As a rule, the NBA and the NFL should ban all of these cats from social media because they can’t help themselves. It’s sad that you need to punish everybody but there are way too many boyz out here that don’t think. Because they’re on their phones, somehow they think that they’re just textin’ their boy and they’re talkin’ to the entire world. This dun has more than 800,000 followers and he’s reckless with it. Now granted, he’s only 24 years old but that’s old enough to know better. Stop me when I start lyin’!

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Street Walkin' (How the Paul George injury finally exposes the USABasketball pimp game)

"And for what dawg?"

As I’m waitin’ on a cab outside of the Bellagio I hear these cats arguin’ about takin’ risks. Anais Nin, the famous author, said, “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” Jim Rohn, the author and motivational speaker, pulls up in the funky Phantom and says, “If you are not willing to risk the unusual, you will have to settle for the ordinary.” Then Jean-Jacques Rousseau, the 18^th century Genevan philosopher whose political philosophy influenced the French Revolution, took a cut in line with, “Every man has a right to risk his own life in order to preserve it. Has it ever been said that a man who throws himself out the window to escape from a fire is guilty of suicide?”

Naw playboy, but a professional athlete that plays an unnecessary pick up game for Team USA and gets seriously injured is guilty of not thinkin’ about his career. On Friday night Paul George (PG) snapped his right lower leg involvin’ both the tibia and the fibula while tryin’ to block James Hardin’s shot. It was unreal bruh!

He was rushed immediately to the hospital where he had surgery to repair the bones. Ole boy will remain in the hospital for at least two or three days.

Now that we’ve got all of the freakin’ preliminaries out of the way. Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! I’ve been tellin’ boyz for years that it makes absolutely no sense to play for Team USA if these duns aren’t payin’ you your full NBA salary. Pull the tape bruh! I’ve written it, said it and screamed it. I was on Dan Dakich’s Show here in Indy on ESPN’s 1070TheFan and the big homie Kent Sterling's joint on 1430 CBS Sports Radio just two or three weeks ago tellin’ boyz how foolish it was for D. Rose to be out there and now PG goes down.

Why take the chance of gettin’ hurt for something that means absolutely nothin’? Who freakin’ cares about USA basketball bruh? It’s like watchin’ that kick ball tournament boyz were fakin’ like they were interested in this summer. Now this dun may have literally ended his freakin’ career or at the very least stalled it over what was essentially a darn pick-up game. And that’s the edited version.

It was dumb when boyz panicked and started usin’ NBA players in the Olympics in the first place. After the Dream Team was assembled in ’92 and destroyed the world, America, as usual, start feelin’ itself. We proved that we’ve got the best players in the world by beatin’ duns by 40 and 50 points every night. There’s nothin’ else to prove homeboy. Put some D-league cats out there that are still tryin’ to make it or go get some college boyz and keep it movin’. But why in your right mind would you as an NBA superstar take the chance of endin’ your career or even stallin’ it for something that means absolutely nothin’?

That’s like a race car driver enterin’ an all out race for charity driven’ at the same speeds he does durin’ his real races for free. Why? Because somebody told him that it was an honor to do it. How much is honor goin’ to pay PG if his darn career is over? How much is honor gonna pay the Indiana Pacers for coverin’ his salary? Better yet, how much is honor gonna pay the insurance company that has to cover this foolishness? Not a darn thing! And that’s the edited version!

 Everybody’s sittin’ around pissed this mornin’. Even the dun that’s about to get laid off because Bankers Life Fieldhouse won’t be sellin’ out in February. They've got these boyz out here street walkin' makin' money for USA Basketball sellin' tickets, jerseys and ad space and their tellin' them it's an honor to put on the uniform. While Coach K is gettin' paid because you can bet your bottom dolla like Don Cornelius up in this piece that he and Jerry Colangelo ain't workin' for free. 

Here's my naïve fan screamin', "Jay you sound crazy! He could have injured himself in the gym workin' out or runnin' a regular pick-up game. Shoot, he could have just fallin' down the freakin' stairs bruh!" Here's the difference playboy, USA Basketball and all of the ancillary cats standin' around were gettin' paid and Paul George wasn't.

The duns selling hot dogs, beer and $10 nachos wasn't workin' for free either. The cat parkin' cars out front wasn't workin' for free and neither were the hotels, restaurants and bars around the venue. So why were the products that everybody was payin' to see workin' for free? They don't need USA Basketball! USA Basketball needs them. That's real talk playboy. So if he was gonna get hurt he didn't need to be puttin' bread in everybody else's pockets in the process.

I bet Derrick Rose sprinted to the airport butt naked after he saw that bruh. It absolutely made no sense for him to be in the Las Vegas city limits playin’ anything. That dun hasn’t played but like ten games in two and a half years and he’s out there runnin’ around for free on two repaired knees? Did you see his face when PG went down? He looked like he had seen the boogie monster naked.  

Ay dawg, I'm goin' to the crib! Make sense to me! Me too!"

As a matter of fact, all of the those cats should have stripped down and bounce last night. Why? Because honor doesn’t pay the bills pimpin’! Honor and country is for the dun that doesn’t have anything else to do with his summer playboy. These cats should be about their bread and not provin’ to the world that they can beat a boy by 50 points in a tournament that means absolutely nothin’.

How do you walk in the house and tell your wife that you probably ruined your career playin’ at essentially the freakin’ Rucker against some cats that have never left the projects? Because playin’ in the World Cup of Basketball is exactly what these cats are doin’.

We haven’t even thought about how this impacts the freakin’ Pacers! Larry Bird has to be as sick as dun watchin’ his ex-girlfriend show up for the first time after the break-up with a new cat with his hand on her butt palmin’ the joint. You already know how fine she looks the first time you see her after the break-up bruh.

Look, Larry Legend can’t keep anything down this mornin’ either! He’s thinkin’, No PG! No Lance! And all he can picture is ole dull Roy Hibbert sittin’ in the ride listenin’ to some Luther and Katy Perry while the rest of the team was puttin’ in work last year. He’s like, “Damn dawg! I ran Lance off tryin’ to be a hard nose when I should have paid him his bread and treated him better in the process. Jay told me that I fell for the banana in the tailpipe messin’ with Bynum’s gettin’ over tail and now this.”

The freakin’ Pacers are gonna look like the Shanghai Sharks takin’ the floor next year bruh. Think about it! Boyz are now relyin’ on Roy Hibbert to carry them and that dun, ninety percent of the time, refuses to get out of the car. Yeah I know that he’s workin’ with Kareem but Kareem ain’t the Wizard of Oz playboy. Roy needs a heart and if ole Kareem ain’t in the transplant business now he’s wastin’ his time and Roy’s.

Again, every dun on that USA Basketball roster should be back at the crib this mornin’ with a whole new outlook on their careers. Playin’ in a tournament that means jack squat should be the furthest thing from their minds forever.

Did y’all see how pitiful Mike Krzyzewski and Jerry Colangelo was lookin’ at that ignorant press conference afterwards? They were lookin’ like the babysitter that allowed the freakin’ kid to jump off of the banister head first and now they’ve got to face his parents at the hospital.

First of all, you didn’t need to do a press conference because nobody had any answers to the dumb questions that these media type cats were askin’. You make a statement of, “Thinkin’ about PG and his family and we’re headed over to the hospital right now. When we know somethin’ you’ll know somethin’.” And who were the idiots askin’ all of the dumb questions anyway? Interviewing 101 rule freakin’ 1 says, "Never ask a question that doesn’t have an answer to it!"

Every agent, general manager and team executive worth his or her weight in their salaries should be puttin’ the breaks on boyz playin’ in that foolishness from now on. It’s way too much bread on the line for the player, the team and the freakin’ NBA! Do really think duns are gonna pack Bankers Life Fieldhouse to see Roy Hibbert next year? They better have a helluva half-time show playa! That's all I gotta say because they couldn't sell it out every night when they were the No.1 seed bruh. Stop me when I start lyin’!

 

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