The Talk
I despise people who run their mouth whenever they please without judging themselves first. I despise people who think that they're always right no matter what they do, and there's always wrong in others.
Hold on.
I'm not saying that I'm all righteous and I've never wronged anyone.
What I cannot stand is you running the blame on me when you're making the same mistakes I did minutes later. You think you can have a game only at your pace? And you control the intensity and its competitiveness whenever you like? You think you can play it casual just 'cos you feel like it? Fucking think again.
What I also cannot stand is you breathing down my neck, and only my neck, but not others when their man made an uncontested shot or an open lay. I don't hear you fucking them up. Why don't you go do that?
On top of that, I seriously cannot take it when you tell me what to do and add to that, that you'd be covering my defense line if he crosses over. And even if I did step up closer to my man, and if he crosses over and makes the lay, I'd still get the fucked up shit from you. Yes, you tell me you would. But I say thats fucking bullshit. How would I know, you asked? 'Cos it has fucking happened before to the extend of looking like re-runs of The Bold & The Beautiful. Not like I've watched even any of the episodes. But that's not the point.
I'm not trying to make a statement on how fucked up a person you are. Cos for some reason, you're not. Off the court, you make a great friend and nice to hang around with. It's just your attitude on the court.
I don't mind you trash-talking. I can stand you trying to make every single shot yourself and I respect the enthusiasm. What I cannot stand, has already been mentioned above.
And, this IS just a game. Very much a casual one. I make some shots in your face, you post on mine. We all have our game. There's no need to put hard fouls on your man. You don't achieve anything out of it. This ain't no playoff finals. Even teams in the League endure losing streaks, what makes this one so different? I totally respect your passion for a win, but sometimes, things don't run that way.
We win some. We lose some.
And, walk your bloody talk.
Hold on.
I'm not saying that I'm all righteous and I've never wronged anyone.
What I cannot stand is you running the blame on me when you're making the same mistakes I did minutes later. You think you can have a game only at your pace? And you control the intensity and its competitiveness whenever you like? You think you can play it casual just 'cos you feel like it? Fucking think again.
What I also cannot stand is you breathing down my neck, and only my neck, but not others when their man made an uncontested shot or an open lay. I don't hear you fucking them up. Why don't you go do that?
On top of that, I seriously cannot take it when you tell me what to do and add to that, that you'd be covering my defense line if he crosses over. And even if I did step up closer to my man, and if he crosses over and makes the lay, I'd still get the fucked up shit from you. Yes, you tell me you would. But I say thats fucking bullshit. How would I know, you asked? 'Cos it has fucking happened before to the extend of looking like re-runs of The Bold & The Beautiful. Not like I've watched even any of the episodes. But that's not the point.
I'm not trying to make a statement on how fucked up a person you are. Cos for some reason, you're not. Off the court, you make a great friend and nice to hang around with. It's just your attitude on the court.
I don't mind you trash-talking. I can stand you trying to make every single shot yourself and I respect the enthusiasm. What I cannot stand, has already been mentioned above.
And, this IS just a game. Very much a casual one. I make some shots in your face, you post on mine. We all have our game. There's no need to put hard fouls on your man. You don't achieve anything out of it. This ain't no playoff finals. Even teams in the League endure losing streaks, what makes this one so different? I totally respect your passion for a win, but sometimes, things don't run that way.
We win some. We lose some.
And, walk your bloody talk.
posted by spence at 8:28:00 PM
3 Comments:
Just caught up with work and stuff. Am fine.
1. caught up? true.. work? =P doubt it
2. When you said.."that you'd be covering my defense line if he crosses over. And even if I did step up closer to my man, and if he crosses over and makes the lay"
I'm he right? =P
3. Even if you got up all over my face, I still woulda made that 3, cause I'm cluth as Kobe. You'd stil woulda get fucked.
4. Get use to that (sik kuan tu ho), I also get fucked alot. Come everynow and again and run with us at Kawada, you'll see what goes on.
5. Who's your daddy?????
snitch devil,
1. It IS work, no?
2. It could be anyone. Say... Rkhoy.
3. Clutch THIS. _|_ I shall remind you of clutch the next time we're playin against each other.
4. Yea, guess that's how it goes. The only thing I can't stand is why the rest ain't getting fucked as well. Smells like double standard. Am considering running in Kawada again. Of course with my ALL WHITE 2K4s... =P
5. My daddy's the one I live with. Definitely not you of course. The thought of it is sick. Father-son relationship doesn't include waiting for certain someone in class. >.<
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