Oh yeah i plaued against dudes that said that same thing but I would just roll the ball over their block attempts. They would get mad and foul me hard everytime since it hurts their ego to see a wetback looking unathletic dude make them look silly. And since their ego is their life they can't look silly and be ok. That is a demon. I go all doc holiday for demons. From zero to 60 i become a Satan to a demon. And my weak shit becomes like a fullback going up the middle jumping straight into the post defenders chest forcing him to ground himself if he wants to keep his gravity the next time i blow through him. I'm a walking scab. I'm not afraid of pain but tough guys at the basketball park are fags who don't like it when you play hard. They gotta look good the next day at their job. I grew up playing where dudes went to their car to get a pistol if you offended him on the court. I used to play with plenty of 60 year old white guys. I played in the fireman's league for a few years in irwindale and my team lost in the semis to the eventual winners who were all 50 plus. Excellent mid range shooters, passers and cutters. Was like playing the Celtics from the 40s. I can barely walk for 15 minutes before the top of my right femur slides into my pelvis. One day I ran into a guy who was into karate and I learned fighting was dangerous. Unfortunately my crippled ass got more crippled. Too crippled to run without hurting myself after. Then again I've also flipped my truck and flown about landing on my ass several times. And been in more fights than those fake hardasses that always talk about their street fighting days lol. I grew up fighting on my way from school every day since I was 5. I sent my dad to the hospital, my mom called 911 because I broke my dad's back when he slapped her around. I was like 7. My uncle's and cousins are all bigger older and stronger and I had to remove their salvie animal instincts so they could live in society. They took out all their social anger on me and I became much better for it taking all those punches in the head. My brain swells andy skull moves and my jaw don't close on the left side. I'm half Mexican which salvies hate because they had to come through mexico and racists Mexicans to get here. But racists aren't racists in a bubble. Y'all know what I'm talking about. Salvies went around raping stealing fighting and killing. While intimidating to the locals and a the same time claiming holier than though and victim refugee status. Pure Evil. Like what Trump said about Mexicans. Most of these Mexicans trump talked about are animalistic salvies. You offended them by daring to fight back. If you bring a knife to a fight they bring a hand grenade. They like to end things quickly. They have no taste for the fight. They are bullies. They fall down like pancaking towers. Because their whole everything is a facade. Even their muscles are all water covered by thin skin. People who love their own flesh so much are ego driven liars. So all their defenses can be swum around easily. Specially if you ever played on the offensive line and learned their secrets. Linemen are the best dudes on the team. They never got a reason to lie. They don't care what anybody thinks about them. They just gotta always be the best. Every down.
I would play you a rolling stones song but you might take the joke too literally and I don't want to hurt your feelings. But suffice it say that this old man only yells at the storm cloud he created. Thanks for listening. I do it for you. For you to do the same. Help electrify the cloud. That's what it's for. Go ahead and yell at my cloud. You are safe. Because I don't sell my clouds data. Or monetize my cloud. There is no google trackers. No cyber goggles looking over your words parsing your thoughts to feed your desires. I'm from the 90s. Where we love people who look like drug addicted whores. But hate nice people just as much as mean people. Both equally suck. Nothing more whorish than being a sellout. And no greater drug than your own farts. You don't want to be silent but deadly. Wrong type of cloud. So go ahead, yell at the cloud. It does old men good. And that's why I made it for you.
I was reading a story with an interview with Bob Melvin where he is openly declared that his team is gobbling balls and totally folding in the playoff race. Color me fully erect at hearing that story.
