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Denver Mile-High Fly Like A Bird

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Michelle Wie was the greatest young Golf phenom since the Tiger with the woods and irons that she once entered a men’s tournament and held her own, bunker to birdie, to eagle.

WNBA legend Becky Hammon has held down such a great assistant coaching position with the modern day, storied San Antonio Spurs franchise that many believe will one day inherit her the head job once Coach Pop calls it a Hall of Fame, classic career. Which could be Kawhi Leonard sooner than DeMar DeRozan later.

Most WNBA greats-whether Candace Parker or Diana Taurasi, it doesn’t discriminate like some fans of the bigger, NBA brother-spend their offseason overseas. Earning bigger bucks that they should be equally paid for here in the European leagues. Which themselves are a hoop masterclass of their own. Remember from Nowitzki’s to today’s biggest unicorns, we have imported some of the goods when it comes to floor spreading skills from across the oceans. This could make for a hell to play schedule, especially when you factor in the Summer Olympics (Tokyo is less than two calenders away) and World Championships when the actual Women’s National Basketball is in season and break of play.

And the backwards and blatantly, downright disrespectful gender pay gap needs to be closed by the buzzer, like it has in the ‘Times Up’ called to the harassment of those Hollywood types who think their race or gender entitles them to all sorts of evils we ourselves could never survive like those brave ones who now finally have a voice too, like they always should have had. It, like many other things in all reality needs to be addressed for real, right now. More than just sharing a powerful Nneka Ogwumike ‘Players Tribune’ piece in a timeline trend that will only make you look like you’re actually supporting the movement if you’re not actually doing something worthwhile to all that on a day to day basis.

Until then these WNBA players will roll up their sleeves and do something about it themselves, 24/7 like they always have, whether given the credit, or to hell with it not. And when it comes to the best of the (W)NBA basketball best, whether right now, or for all-time, it doesn’t get much bigger or better, from inception to today’s incarnation than Seattle Storm guard Sue Bird. Possibly the greatest Seattle franchise legend ever unless teammate Breanna Stewart’s already cornerstone career has something to history book rewrite about all that. Yeah we said it Gary Payton and Shawn Kemp…with all due respect. Sue-y and Stewie. Game recognizes game.

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And now taking flight like she did in the clutch quarters of her latest championship, ring winning series against the mystified like INXS Mystics with all the Storm’s excess winds and hails, Bird has found a new nest for what should be her off-season break. And this time she doesn’t have to put on a mask to do it. As Sue her, because Bird is after more, spreading her wings and refusing to put her signature sneakers up. Or hang them up yet. You best believe the body of work for this ESPN issue came changer is still turning a page as the 38 year old will be lacing back up for her 17th record-breaking, history-making season. Making her and good friend and great rival Taurasi the closest thing to the original, great Spark Lisa Leslie.

But before all that there’s things to do in Denver when the season has passed.

Mining a front office position with the Nuggets. “Sue Storm” follows former coach Jenny Boucek (a Maverick assistant coach), and finals competitor Kristi Toliver of Washington, moonlighting with Wizards player development in truly crossing over in this game. And it came from another former Wizard Tim Connelly, connecting with her through old teammate and her old friend, ‘tuff juice’ legend Caron Butler. Now Connelly the President Of Basketball Operations for the Nevada franchise has a staff in his house that can turn the Paul Millsap past, Nikola Jokic present and Jamal Murray future into a powerhouse right now and tomorrow. A roster that used to be thinner than the air up there, is now gold all the way up to the front office, executive club, nosebleed stands as this team is at a cruising altitude now. And if they face any turbulence they could always let a girl named Sue suit up and watch the Bird fly. Custom orders are already being made for the new, technicolour throwback, 80’s style ‘City Edition’ Nuggets jerseys with Bird on the back.

She’s a part of their team now too and in following Hammon with a sneaker in the door this could lead to so much more. Who knows, if the soon to be saved Sonics finally get a franchise in Seattle again after all those sleepless nights, we couldn’t think of a more perfect, fitting coach to lead them from the point.

Sue’s using more than her legs now.

Catch up!

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Patrick Beverley Doesn’t Give A F…

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If life really is measured on f###s. L.A. guard of the Clippers kennel, Patrick Beverley has none left to give.

Frankly my dear, in Hollywood this guy doesn’t give a damn.

He doesn’t care that the Lakers drafted and dealt him like Pau Gasol’s younger brother Marc (even if for fuel he once may have). They’ve made that young core mistake time (Julius) after time (D’Angelo) and history will Anthony Davis itself again. He doesn’t care about LeBron James and his Hollywood throne. Or even Lonzo Ball and his opening night. He doesn’t care that the Lakers are the Tinseltown toast of Hollywood and L.A.’s team. He doesn’t care that they share STAPLES like borrowing office supplies from the next cubicle. They aren’t even in the playoffs right now. But his team is. Covering up banners with the balls to raise one of their own one day. He cares about this side of L.A. Their way.

Patrick Beverley doesn’t care about the Houston Rockets, James Harden, Russell Westbrook, or the Oklahoma City Thunder like Kevin Durant. And he doesn’t care about him or Steph Curry, Klay Thompson, Draymond Green, DeMarcus Cousins or any Splash Brother Warriors from Oakland to San Francisco. You can talk about how Kevin Durant cares about him though. Look at that look of love for the game he’s bringing on his face in the midst of all that trash talking respect disguised as hate. I haven’t seen Kevin this happy in years. For all that emotion K.D. has received ever since he switched shores to the Bay, this is the only time he’s loved this type of hate. Because it’s not that. It’s just the passion of competition. And there’s nothing “just” about that, although all is fair in love and basketball war. Because like the late, great Charlie Murphy once said about Prince serving pancakes and behind the backs on ‘Chappelle’s Show’ epic real Hollywood stories, “this cat can ball man”.

Would anyone like some grapes?

I guarantee Patrick Beverley doesn’t care if you do. Like he doesn’t even care that Durant dominates this photo that speaks a thousand words or more for this article like we were shamelessly trying to bait more clicks. When really we’re trying to show how David looks in the face of Goliath from his vantage point. Not to mention the joy laced with “oh s### this guy’s really got me” look on the face of one of the greatest in the game about to get ejected too for going toe to toe with a super sub. But never underesimate the power of a microwave player like leaving your reheated Subway sandwich in the nuke cooker for too long. No matter how much you blow on it or fan it with you skittish hands, it’ll never quite feel like it’s going to cool off from its magma serving like a deep burn (we’re talking more ‘Big Bang’ Sheldon Cooper Aloe Vera here, more than ‘Anchorman’ Ron Burgundy’s thousand bicep curls that probably started at around nine hundred and ninety nine). Hello Lou Will, 6 Man of all-time, popping nachos after he did the Warriors celebration balloon like fallen Forum ones in Celtics cursed storied Lakerland. He doesn’t care about tacos, this cheese is for all the salsa. Pat Bev doesn’t even care that this Laker fan wishes he would have worn purple and gold like others he still wishes would (miss Zu). Like he probably doesn’t care for this shortened version of his name.

Patrick Beverley won’t even care about this article but we do.

He doesn’t care that the Durant dynasty as hot as Curry from downtown Oak Town are champions for years running more than faucets that leak as much as the splash in the Golden Gate of Golden State’s Pacific. To be specific he doesn’t even care if his team is down 31. Because another 30 points from sweet Lou will turn this game around and into the makings of a all guts to their own glory road, ESPN 30 for 30 documentary as the Clippers clip all that like short back and sides. Just like the place you parlour pool your postgame analysis in the next day as you’re former haircut gets dustpan swept up like many people thought these L.A. kings of the underground would be on their way by now like “we close in half an hour”. But now they stand as underdogs of the year in an end of season award category that should be invented with this guy being it’s de facto MVP for his team. Most Improved? Nah? Patrick Beverley doesn’t care about that.

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He doesn’t care about you. The name on the back of your jersey. Or the team on the front. No matter how many people in the stands share those strands. He doesn’t care if he gets in your head like the Spotify song of the moment, or under your skin like that underrated Scarlett Johansson movie that sees her as an alien riding around Scotland in a a truck picking up dudes (why was I not in Glasgow that week?). He doesn’t care that I wasn’t in Glasgow that week. Neither does Scarlett.

What he does care about is his job, his role and his team. And he doesn’t care if he has to get ejected like the passenger seat in James Bond’s old Sean Connery era Aston Martin to do it. He doesn’t care if you’ve just been jettisoned from 007’s car. He doesn’t care if you’re shaken or stirred. You should have worn a seatbelt. He cares about buckling up and down. Guarding the opposing teams best player. Even if it is one of the best in the world right now. And he doesn’t care about switching to the other best player in the world on the same damn team if the occasion calls for it. He doesn’t care about that. He just cares about rising to the occasion. Answering the call. He doesn’t care if Philly are on their phones. He cares about what’s at stake. He cares about making them sweat for every shot, swat or not. He cares that tonight’s he’s going to give his all come tip. Because here’s a tip for you, what Patrick Beverley DOES care about is the game. Like the one Allen Iverson goes out there and dies for. Forget practice. Stepping over Kevin freaking Durant like Ty Lue. Like he 1 through 15 cares about his band of brothers. Like family. Like what he’d give everything for. Sweat after shot. Cheap or invested. Never throwing in the towel, or even taking a Gatorade break. Unlike Young Jeezy he doesn’t even care about how much Gatorade makes. And who even cares about Lob City these days after they threw it all away? Chris Paul, Blake Griffin and even saving  Jordan before DeAndre ended up at the Garden like M.J. at his best? That’s all history Doc. He cares about Rivers that run deep. Not the air up there in LAX like the Hollywood Hills, but the grounding reality of what this game is all about. Spalding to hardwood.

Patrick Beverley doesn’t care about 10 points and 5 assists. His line or a career high. All he cares about tonight is that the box score of stats reads a W for the team he gives his blood, sweat and opponents tears for. So here’s for him, whether he cares for it or not. Like being the only player that reminds us of those golden era mined tough 90’s years. Or much like those Oakley and Mase (Rest Peacefully money) Knicks, in stark contrast the grit and grind Grizzlies that this gnarly son of an expletive-we can’t mention like the no f words given again and again in this article-would be perfect for alongside fellow defensive dog back in the day Tony Allen. He doesn’t care that there’s no one like him in a league who needs more players exactly like this. Because believe me you know who does care?

Every other player in this league who has to face him. Because face it. Like him or not he’s the realest thing to happen to this game since hand checking. So you really do have to hand it to him.

But if you don’t? Guess what we don’t give?

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Clippers’ nacho-eating Lou Williams collection a viral masterpiece

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When your name is Lou Williams nothing is out of reach.

Exhibit A — casually rescue your team from a 31-point hole to set an NBA playoff and Los Angeles Clippers franchise record for the largest comeback victory — defeating the defending champs Golden State Warriors 135-131 in one of the few remaining games in a building where post-season victories rarely comeby.

Exhibit B — Continuing the 36-point, 11-assist double-double by double-dipping on a large nacho-platter in the Warriors visiting room whilst cooling out the knees to funny social media memes of historic events that just transpired.

Exhibit C — casually show-up in eating nachos on infamous masterpiece paintings such as Leonardo Da Vinci’s “The Last Supper” or casually Sunday afternoon chilling on George Seurat’s oil on canvas island of La Grand Jatte from 1884.

  • Clippers Nacho Eating Lou Williams A Viral Masterpeice
    Clippers’ Nacho Eating Lou Williams Leonardo da Vinci Last Supper
  • Clippers Nacho Eating Lou Williams Sunday Afternoon Island La Grande Jatte
    Clippers’ Nacho Eating Lou Williams Sunday Afternoon Island La Grande Jatte
  • Clippers Nacho Eating Lou Williams Collection Edward Hopper Nighthawks
    Clippers’ Nacho Eating Lou Williams Collection Edward Hopper Nighthawks
  • Clippers Nacho Eating Lou Williams Collection Vincent Van Gogh The Night Cafe
    Clippers’ Nacho Eating Lou Williams Collection Vincent Van Gogh The Night Cafe
  • Clippers Nacho Eating Lou Williams Collection Christinas World
    Clippers’ Nacho Eating Lou Williams Collection Christina’s World
  • Clippers Nacho Eating Lou Williams Collection Edvard Munch The Scream
    Clippers’ Nacho Eating Lou Williams Collection Edvard Munch The Scream
  • Clippers Nacho Eating Lou Williams Collection Grant Wood American Gothic
    Clippers’ Nacho Eating Lou Williams Collection Grant Wood American Gothic

@LAClippers’ nacho-eating Lou Williams masterpiece collection

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