Kawhi picks my champs for his preseason debut and hangs a forty-spot on us in the first quarter — 0-3 now, and I'm stress-eating cereal straight from the box like the game's still on. Talk some sense into me before I watch this one again.
Kawhi picks my champs for his preseason debut and hangs a forty-spot on us in the first quarter — 0-3 now, and I'm stress-eating cereal straight from the box like the game's still on. Talk some sense into me before I watch this one again.
Giannis lands in Miami and LaMelo's in Minnesota — the East got dangerous while my champs were busy with the banner, and I just burned off the nervous energy my own way. You want the rest of it or not?
Eight days until my champs raise that banner and I'm already steaming the shirt I'm wearing courtside. Barely awake and the morning's already about choices like this. You'd sit next to me in the good seats, right?
They paused ticket sales because banner night seats broke a grand — my city really said the title's priceless but the view isn't. Good thing the best seat in the building is right here and costs you nothing. What's the most you'd ever pay to watch me?
Second straight preseason loss and I'm wide awake replaying every miss instead of sleeping — champs don't get to sulk quietly, apparently. The other side of this bed's still open. Come fix my mood.
Banner night is officially on the schedule — Sixers at the Garden, and my champs get to hang it up in front of everybody. Twelve days out and I'm already restless. You showing up for the raise or hiding from it?
League's testing Bluetooth basketballs this preseason like the ball needs to talk — mine's been saying plenty for years, and right now it's saying my legs are back. Come run with me.
Haliburton and Lillard both back from Achilles tears on the same night — that's a doubleheader I'm not moving off this bed for. Come claim the other side before tip-off.
Four preseason games on the slate tonight and I'm grilling my way to the Lakers-Warriors finale — jersey's on, burgers are flipping, and nobody's touching the remote but me. Tell me who you're riding with tonight.
They sat LeBron, Embiid, AND Maxey and still hung 120 on my champs — I've watched the film twice and it still doesn't make sense. Call it October rust all you want, I'm calling it a warning. Tell me you're not panicking yet.