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Derrick Rose: "Thank you for trading me" "I mean, give (for giving) me another star"
Shots fired.
Says he is glad to have another star now basically if you interpret what he is saying. I'm Gasol/Butler and his teammates agree he finally has a teammate with dog in him.
That guys IQ seems to be the reason press conferences get very strange. I mean...its always weird. Nobody knows quite what he is saying, he peddles these strange cliches and folk wisdoms out of proper appication or context....then gets quiet and weird.
He is so cocky on top of this retardation, that he has no fear of how ridiculous he sounds. I know he didn't even take his SAT test, so somebody (Calipari) realized this kid was too stupid to pass himself basically. I mean...somebody told him they had somebody to take it for him...basically hey you aren't going to be able to translate those rocks in your head into an 800...so don't even try.
What the fuck? I think my emotions are acting up...I loved this kid. His humility, the work ethic he once had apart from twizzlers,
guys fucking tendons are made of twizzlers!! I'm so confused inside I don't know if I want him to win Phil his lucky 12th, which Phil wants to win for NY, or if I want him to drive the lane on Steven Adams and end up a quadriplegic.
I'm sure my feelings will rest somewhere in between those two ecstasies eventually.
Shots fired.
Says he is glad to have another star now basically if you interpret what he is saying. I'm Gasol/Butler and his teammates agree he finally has a teammate with dog in him.
That guys IQ seems to be the reason press conferences get very strange. I mean...its always weird. Nobody knows quite what he is saying, he peddles these strange cliches and folk wisdoms out of proper appication or context....then gets quiet and weird.
He is so cocky on top of this retardation, that he has no fear of how ridiculous he sounds. I know he didn't even take his SAT test, so somebody (Calipari) realized this kid was too stupid to pass himself basically. I mean...somebody told him they had somebody to take it for him...basically hey you aren't going to be able to translate those rocks in your head into an 800...so don't even try.
What the fuck? I think my emotions are acting up...I loved this kid. His humility, the work ethic he once had apart from twizzlers,
guys fucking tendons are made of twizzlers!! I'm so confused inside I don't know if I want him to win Phil his lucky 12th, which Phil wants to win for NY, or if I want him to drive the lane on Steven Adams and end up a quadriplegic.
I'm sure my feelings will rest somewhere in between those two ecstasies eventually.