Thug Motivation
So I’ve started playing basketball again and I’m totally psyched on it. I used to be totally psyched on it when I was younger (it was pretty much my life from the age of 0 to 15), but then I started skateboarding and thought that anti-establishment was the new black and team sports were for assholes. As it turns out, most team sports are for assholes with basketball being the primary exception due to it’s hip-hop presentation, the iconic athletes it has produced and the memorable signatures shoes THEY’VE produced.
Anyway, as a result of my return to the game one of the teams I play for will naturally be in contention for a championship ring during tonight’s Grand Final. I’m not saying we’ve got it in the bag, but we’ve definitely got it in the bag. I’ve been psyching myself up all day by watching this Blake Griffin guy straight embarrassing anyone cursed with the task of defending him, and anyone within that defender’s radius as well. If I can somehow do a million push-ups and grow about half an inch between now and game time, my teammates will be made privy to a similar display of athleticism. Otherwise, we’ve got it in the bag regardless.
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