Today’s players are too soft. In the 80’s, you could punch the ref’s mother without getting a technical. I remember when Rick “Armwrestle” Blatkin finished his preseason debut with one detached testicle dangling out of his short shorts. Rooster Withersby used to play with a gun tucked in his shorts, but he was white, so it was a second amendment thing and nothing to get riled about. He always gave guys a running start.
We used to send players to war. Players used to die, on beaches and in trenches and in various aircraft. Now players get their loads managed. Buddy, that used to mean something different in my day.
And if you think pretty French boy Victor Wembayaya could win a jump ball against a fully armored paladin, then you don’t know shit about the rigors of medieval combat.
Ultimately, you know who nailed the sickest crossover of them all?
[flips chair around and sits backward on it]
It wasn’t Alan Iverson. It was our lord and savior Jesus Christ.
We used to send players to war. Players used to die, on beaches and in trenches and in various aircraft. Now players get their loads managed. Buddy, that used to mean something different in my day.
And if you think pretty French boy Victor Wembayaya could win a jump ball against a fully armored paladin, then you don’t know shit about the rigors of medieval combat.
Ultimately, you know who nailed the sickest crossover of them all?
[flips chair around and sits backward on it]
It wasn’t Alan Iverson. It was our lord and savior Jesus Christ.