I’m speechless. I have no speech. The man himself had acknowledged me.
Thank you to everyone who’s liked, commented, reposted and reached out to me these past 36 hours. Never in a million years did I expect this to happen.
We need to win Saturday so I can give my life back to God man. Lmao I haven’t slept; tired of eating wings, and I’m this close to liquor poisoning beloved.
Amazing run for the ‘playoffs are about who is a bitch and who is not’ theory. I, for one, absolutely love this version of hoops w super athletes beating the shit out of each other. It’s why flopping is such an affront to this vision.
Feels unfair how effortlessly annoying their whole deal is. It shouldn’t be so easy. I want to scold people for misogyny or w/e making them so virulently ticked off at 3 girls existing in dumb tee shirts but viscerally I feel it too I’m just suppressing it, feels instinctual.
Josh Hart, God has given you another chance at life and I know you’re gonna do something amazing to break the Knicks curse on number 3. Do it for the city, do it for Starks.