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Darko Milicic on E:60 this Sunday looks interesting.
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Imagine thinking melo would go to Cleveland for one year just to be spurned by lebron and stuck in one of the ****tiest cities in the world. Melo might as well retire a knick and leave the NBA as a "what if"
How old are yall? Always some ppl in their 40s hooping with teens at my gym.
He would be stuckHe wouldnt be stuck. He has a player option. A player option and a NTC![]()
Nvm i go to a white gym. Alot of 40+ year olds on HGH. Keep hooping and get stem cell injections.
theres always the same grandpa at my gym on sundays.How old are yall? Always some ppl in their 40s hooping with teens at my gym.
what is wrong with wife beaters . i wear nothing but at the gym or when im balling. always take an extra one cause after a few games my shirt is soaked.
same... Ain't trying to play with dudes that can't ball and if you lose its an hour wait...If the gym is packed and like a 3+ wait, I'm choosy as hell. I won't even lie about having 5, I'll just say "no"
I straight up gave up and just pulled the chair bruh was stinkyAt least you do, most people I know don't bring a second so when it's soaked and they post up, it ain't pretty.
you byke home ?anybody in here hoop from the south bay area in cali? looking for some other places to run besides 24 in hermosa beach and carson
you byke home ?
Michael Jordan needed one last round. It was late, maybe 12 hours after his now-famous last cruise out of the MCI Center, riding solo in his dark Mercedes coupe. As he walked up the back stairs of MCCXXIII, away from the velvet ropes and the crowd of diplomat kids, Jordan turned to Mike, the bouncer escorting him, and blurted: "There's a whole lot of hot-*** *****es here."
Salud. Another round. Luke, a tall no-nonsense waiter, is Spank's best, the one always deputized to fetch Jordan's entourage all their comped beverages. He's waited on Jordan, by his estimation, 30 to 40 times in the past three years, and, he says, never gotten a tip. This night, as on every night, Luke was working for Jordan, for $1.88 per hour. (Jordan could not be reached for comment on his nightlife activities.)
Luke says he's always had trouble relating to Jordan on a personal level. But with each Cape Codder that night, Jordan came closer to resembling just a guy who had lost his job.
The lights came on at 2 a.m. The diplomat kids looked that much more desperate, the fake breasts looked that much more fake, and Jordan looked that much more hammered. "I've never seen him more drunk in my life," Luke says. "He normally stays here 20 minutes to an hour. But he stayed 'til closing. That never happens. And he still didn't tip me."
Jordan shot pool at Dream in front of a throng of devoted women. He crashed Ozio with Oakley at 3 a.m. after jetting back from a win in Boston. And he often closed out Cafe Milano, holding court at the most visible table. There, all he had to do was smile and, sources report, the ladies would queue up hoping for more than just an autograph.
"He was always with weird-***-looking girls," recalls Ahmed, another Spank bouncer, disgust in his voice. "I would not even look at them."
Ahmed and another Spank source agree that Jordan especially had a soft spot for "chubby blond girls." ("They do look a little plain-janey, homely-looking," concurs a frequent clubgoer named Tiffany, describing Jordan's hangers-on at the V.I.P. room of the VIP Club one night this spring.)
Jordan didn't go for the Benetton Girls Gone Wild: the fake tans, the anorexic birds with enormous breasts, the ones grinding with every son-of-an-attachÈ. When the daughter of a local hairdressing magnate showed up, Jordan was quick to recognize her and offer his sincerest "What's up?"
But it wasn't the "celebrities" who fill Spank that he was interested in. "He got it bad, bad," Ahmed says of Jordan's taste in Lane Bryant models. "I've seen him with girls I would never look at....Not just chunky blondes. I seen him leave with a dark-skinned Indian girl." More disgust.
Standing at the entrance, scanning tables, I quickly spot Christine—eating at a round table ringed with six big men. That's really all I notice—that these guys are big. She's talking, laughing, oblivious to my arrival.
"Great," I mutter, wanting to spin around and split. Still, I'm anxious to catch up. So I suck in a deep breath and beeline for her, hoping she'll jump up, throw her arms around me, and, after a quick adieu to the big boys, sashay off to another table with me.
"Hey, Christine," I murmur.
Christine's caught off guard. Her wide-eyed expression seems to say, Oh ****! I forgot about you! She doesn't stand.
"This is my friend Greg," she announces timidly, flipping her hand at me. Silence.
"Hey there," I mutter, smiling meekly and nodding toward the men. No response.
One guy—a burly bald man who reminds me of Russian-mafia thugs I encountered during a reporting stint in the former Soviet Union—shoots me a sustained "get the **** out of here" stare. Another man, curly-haired, scurries away to summon the manager.
Christine is flustered. "Grab a seat," she says, even though there are no chairs available.
Suddenly, I realize that one of the men sneering at me, the one seated to the left of Christine, is Michael Jordan.
The restaurant's manager sidles up and whispers: "Sir, if you could, please move away. The gentlemen want to conduct some business."
I look to Christine for a clue. Her eyes dart towards Jordan's, then back at mine. She grins sheepishly.
we get a local rec gym every other week or soyes sir
A melo wit da hoodie.
we get a local rec gym every other week or so
ill hit you on IG when we go again
What kind of dumb *** games are these?![]()
everything goes back,even airballs, game point wins by 2.........thats the mention of the +1 not being enough to win........gp+1 .......
where yall playin ball at, i thought that game point rule was universal....
do yall have the rule when youre playing a hustle/21 that if you tip in someones shot you drop their score back to zero/eliminate them ? we do that down here, hustle/21 with tips...
you almost have to call offensive fouls sometimes. And I know I can be a guilty of it too sometimes. Dropping the bron shoulder and just trucking dudes in the lane. But some dudes be reckless af. Stiff arming and elbowing, hip to thighs..thats not basketball.Y'all be calling back courts? Offensive fouls? 3 second violations? Shot clock violations?
I had one cat that called a 24 second shot clock violation last week.
This other cat, said it was their ball after he just made a shot... we asked why? He said because we weren't out of bounds to inbound the ball.