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celts in 7
No reaction to the jazz rebrand 😢
Isaacc makes more Tatum excuses then anyone I've ever heard. He be slurping up on that man
I think Luka trying to iso vs Horford is somewhat of a trap. Obviously Luka has the advantage but he's not a player who has insane speed to blow by guys and Horford is smart, strong enough to not get bodied, and moves well enough to not give up easy looks constantly
Who the fuck was cooking with the graphic of nba players
Where is Yao Ming?
Comment of the day and Mo-Ment of the week have been more inconsistent than Ant in the WCF
2 things 1: Do a draft with players who do not have an e in their name (preferably first and last name) 2: I request next weeks pod to be extremely long because I have a 3 hour flight next Friday. Have loved this pod ever since I found it around episode 30, thank you for providing this entertainment for me ❤.
Where’s the Kum Bucket 😤😤
Best Draft Edition of all time.❤
I picked Celtics in 6 before the series but it might be 5 if pj hardy gafford don't step up and luka and kyrie don't go off I don't see how they WIn I mean the celtics are stacked jayson jalen kp white jrue ... Like c'mon man they a superteam
hating the celtics is like hating the warriors IMO, ive had this team winning because they are made to and the talent is off the charts. I didnt grow up with any celtics hate and ive had this team winning the chip for 3 years now. Luka is MY MVP and i would love for him to win as well but i think the Celtics have shown they are just better than one guy. i wont be mad either outcome but watching the celtics is a real treat.
Tatum did not play a great game. I watched the game i saw the turnovers, I saw the shots, and I saw that stats. No saying he is a bad player but if you try to defend him and say he played a great game you are lying.
Honestly, there is no need to worry until game 2. If the Cs win game 2, then it’s trouble.
What's crazy is Boston was shooting AVERAGE from deep. This wasn't even a stellar shooting performance from them
great pod 🫛 loved watching it 🧑🏿🧑🧑🏿
“zip it” is a double entendre
Kyrie Russ and pg and kawhi should be s teir
Mo looking sexy today
least sus td3 comment section
Issac’s team is insane 😂
Not having the white cavs jersey on this list is insane
The people that select All defensive teams made Jaylen brown turn into the DPOY
Why everyone looking so submissive and breedable today 😩
Unfair to say just because those three are in their prime and being older than most on the list
Tatum and Lukas gap in how good they are not nearly as big as people think to close the gap with the rest of the lineup
Celtics win game 2. Mavs win game 3, Celtics win 4, Mavs win 5, and Celtics take it in 6
Doesn't help when Nobody other Luka could shoot for shit
Did Mo's rats break his camera why is his video at 240p
Kyrie shot Juneteenth numbers last night
I shall wait day, I shall wait night, I shall wait winter, I shall wait fall, for the thugshake that shines bright, knows a lot about ball ❤️❤️❤️
Isaac looking hot today😊 the two black guys looking alr as well
Bro😭🙏
Yeah we’re gonna have to shut down the comment section 🙏🙏🤣
Blud is only watching for Isaac😭 can’t blame you, Isaac is hella majestic.
@@Saka_is_overrated That entire comment was made and you're focused about what they said about ISAAC?
Real edgy
Tingus Pingus silences the doubters once more
Who allowed this guy who hasn’t played ever since the heat game won first round, 2 COK
Celtics with that belt to ass
S: James A: Durant, Curry, Leonard B: Harden, George, Westbrook C: Lillard, Irving D: DeRozan F: Anthony Basing these off accolades from 2010-2019.
Surprised nobody got giannis
NO! Mavericks in 6 games 😤
Isaac had always found solace in the rhythm of basketball. The court was a sanctuary where he, Mo, and Don spent countless hours, their laughter echoing under the floodlights. For years, they had played together, an unspoken bond cementing their friendship. Yet, as the seasons passed, Isaac began to sense something deeper stirring within him, a feeling that went beyond the camaraderie of the game. Mo, ever the vibrant spirit, was the glue that held them together. His infectious energy brought joy to every match, every hangout. Isaac admired him, but it was Don who occupied his thoughts in moments of stillness. Don, with his quiet strength and thoughtful eyes, had become the focal point of Isaac’s inner world. The realization was as exhilarating as it was terrifying. Isaac cherished their friendship, the easy banter, the shared dreams of one day making it big. But this newfound awareness was a heavy burden. How could he possibly disrupt the delicate balance they had? How could he risk losing Don’s companionship, the one thing that had become so vital to him? One crisp autumn evening, as the three of them rested on the sidelines, catching their breath from an intense game, Isaac felt the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows on the court. He glanced at Don, who was laughing at something Mo had said, his face lit up with that rare, genuine smile that always tugged at Isaac’s heart. The moment was perfect, yet unbearably poignant. Isaac knew he couldn’t keep this to himself any longer. The thought of leaving it unspoken, of never allowing it the chance to be real, was a sadness he could no longer endure. “Don,” Isaac began, his voice barely above a whisper. Mo, sensing the gravity of the moment, stood and walked a few paces away, giving them space. Don turned to Isaac, a hint of concern in his eyes. “What’s up, Isaac?” Isaac took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “I need to tell you something, and I don’t know how you’ll react. But it’s been eating me up inside.” Don’s expression softened, and he reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Isaac’s shoulder. “You can tell me anything. You know that.” And so, with the twilight as their witness, Isaac poured out his heart. He spoke of the confusion, the fear, and the undeniable truth that had been growing inside him. Don listened, his face unreadable, his hand never leaving Isaac’s shoulder. When Isaac finished, there was a long silence. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for Don’s response. Isaac felt a tear escape his eye, a silent testament to the vulnerability of the moment. Don finally spoke, his voice a mixture of tenderness and regret. “Isaac, you’re my best friend. And I care about you so much. But I don’t… I can’t… feel the same way.” The words, though expected, cut through Isaac like a blade. He nodded, unable to speak, his chest tightening with the weight of unspoken dreams. Mo returned, his presence a silent comfort. The three of them stood there, the night wrapping around them, binding them in a shared sorrow. They were still friends, still a team, but the dynamic had shifted irrevocably. The unspoken had been spoken, and nothing could ever be the same. As they walked home in the deepening dusk, Isaac felt the tears flow freely. The pain was raw, but there was a strange beauty in it-a beauty in the courage it took to be honest, in the love that had been laid bare, even if it could not be returned in kind. And so, the court remained their sanctuary, but for Isaac, it would forever hold the echoes of a love that could never be, a bittersweet reminder of what it meant to be truly vulnerable, to love deeply, and to let go.
Did not expect a TD3 romance story in the comments 💀
TD3 love story is wild
why you write like chat gpt tho?
Where the real eaters at?
If the celtics win imma cry
As a thunder fan I am praying on Lucas downfall.
Isaac stood on the cracked sidewalk, blending into the shadows as the sun dipped below the horizon. At 5 feet 3 inches, his stature made him look like he belonged among the children who filled the streets of this Los Angeles neighborhood. His dark eyes, once filled with dreams of playing professional basketball, now harbored a heavy burden. His heritage, proud and rich, seemed like a distant memory as he found himself lost in a world he never wanted to enter. Growing up in Mexico, Isaac had been an avid basketball player. The game was his sanctuary, his escape from the harsh realities of life. When his family moved to LA, he had hoped for a better future. But the streets here were just as unforgiving, if not more. Opportunities were scarce, and he soon found himself struggling to survive. Desperation led him down a dark path. He fell in with the wrong crowd, people who saw his diminutive size as an asset. They introduced him to the world of drugs, and before he knew it, he was a part of their scheme, selling fentanyl to children. It started as a way to make quick money, but the grip of addiction-both to the lifestyle and the substances-tightened around him like a vice. Isaac hated what he had become, but he was trapped. His height made him an effective dealer; he could easily blend in, approach kids, and lure them into his deadly trap. He would show up at the local playgrounds, shooting hoops with the kids, earning their trust. He would talk about his own dreams of making it big in basketball, weaving tales that mirrored their own aspirations. Then, with a sorrowful heart, he would introduce them to the fentanyl, promising it would make them feel invincible. One day, Isaac met a boy named Alex. Alex reminded him of himself-small, eager, and full of potential. The boy’s love for basketball was evident in the way he handled the ball, his eyes lighting up with each successful shot. Isaac saw a reflection of his younger self in Alex, a painful reminder of what he had lost. He tried to keep his distance, but the need for money and the demands of his superiors were relentless. The day he handed Alex the tiny, deadly pills was the day Isaac’s heart truly broke. He watched as the boy’s innocent trust transformed into a deadly dependency. Weeks passed, and the vibrant boy who once dreamed of the NBA was reduced to a hollow shell, consumed by addiction. Isaac’s guilt became unbearable. Every time he saw Alex, the weight of his actions crushed him. He tried to help the boy, giving him less potent drugs, hoping to ease him off, but it was too late. The fentanyl had taken its toll, and Alex’s health deteriorated rapidly. One tragic evening, Isaac found out that Alex had overdosed and died. The news shattered Isaac. He stood on the same court where they had played, the echoes of their laughter now haunting him. The dreams of basketball, once a source of hope, were now a reminder of his failures. He looked around at the other children, still blissfully unaware of the monster in their midst. Isaac knew he had to change, but he was in too deep. The threats from his associates were real, and the grip of his own addiction was unyielding. He longed for redemption, for a chance to undo the harm he had caused, but he saw no way out
Why tho?
Please go touch some grass… and not the type that Isaac isn’t selling
chatgpt type beat ahh text
Bro
the meat riding is wild
Mo better get that camera in focus
Y'all always making fire videos keep it up! Always enjoy these while eating lunch🔥🔥🔥
As a Celtics fan kp sould be in goat conversation
Mo's camera is in 240p again 😂
Avatar mentioned 🚨‼️🚨‼️
As a celtics fan while this was a great all around win, i’m still really nervous as long as the mavs have Luka. It’s just one game
As a Mavs fan, I hope we can find a solution for KP and start hitting shots from downtown 😂. Should be an exciting series 🤝
As a lakers fan I’m terrified