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With The Magic Gone From Hollywood, Luke Walton Goes From A King To The Kings

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Unemployment is one of the worst feelings.

But then again when it only lasts about 24 hours, it’s more like a day off.

Magic disappeared as Lakers president, quicker than we wish we could impeach Trump, with a Thanos snap that almost made half the young core disappear for Anthony Davis. All with as little as a press conference before telling the team. Lakerland showed us this reality show season in memes that Hollywood wasn’t even the most messed up place in Los Angeles, City of Stars anymore. But believe me between free agency and ‘Space Jam 2′ all of King James’ men, Rob Lowe, President Kobe (Dear Basketball. He said no, but we can have hope right?) and the dreams of Jeanie can still assemble an avenging team of monsters this summer. Forget 2K the Lakers could be playing video game fantasy Basketball with 4K (the King, Kyrie, Kawhi and Kevin or Klay) and let’s not forget about their real 2K, Kyle Kuzma though either. We’re no longer in the endgame now.

But this campaign is ashes like the dust on the vacant coaching staff chairs after the Lakers and Luke Walton “agreed” to part ways (sounds like a Hollywood divorce on Instagram) and everyone else followed, straightening their tie and buttoning up their blazer suit. And in an NBA Sunday that saw Durant stare down Clipper Pat Beverly and Philly look down at their navels, checking their phones in work after more upsets than those remortgaging it all on the King, it’s all change on the Lakers split bench like tips shared at the end of your bar shift. Mad Dog is even out the house. As pine legend Mark Madsen (who will be sorely missed like a family friend) has been let off the leash to coach college bball in Utah Valley (best of luck). And at this point we wouldn’t even be surprised if B. Shaw from the Phil Jackson era was no longer here too. But as the Lakers look to Monty Williams or a couple of Mavericks in Juwan Howard and Jason Kidd (although even if former Lakers player and King Coach, Ty Lue looks to step over all of this, may we suggest another successful South Bay call up in George Karl’s son Coby? If you can’t get Kobe may as well get this kid who has had the better Lakers team this year), Luke Walton hitting the freeway from STAPLES may as well have made a left turn on La Cienaga to all green signs pointing to Sacramento. As Coach Walton struck a deal with another former Laker great forgotten, probably on his phone whilst he was still stuck in gridlocked traffic.

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From the King to the King’s, this year’s Hall Of Fame big man and manager in Sacto town Vlade Divac made that call, as the Lakers checked a newspaper or something to see how the man they just dumped rebounded like finding the one on a drunken night out (I don’t know, maybe it can happen). The King’s legend and former Laker big man great (yeah I said it) like Mikan, Wilt, Kareem, Shaq or Pau (yeah I went there) was literally the post Showtime era with the last tricks of Magic (sound familiar) and an All-Star backcourt of Eddie Jones and Nick Van-Exel (when this old as Forum gold writer first became a fan), before being switched to Charlotte for the draft rights of some kid from Italy. And if anyone can show the Walton’s that there’s still gold in California on another sunny side of the coast in this wild west then its Vlade.

They would have made great teammates back in the day. Which is what they’re going to be now, as of today.

This purple looks like the right by royal appointment for too for Luke’s new crown in this Game of Thrones. With even more of a young core (Buddy, Bagley, Cauley-Stein, Fox etc) than the Lakers have already gave up (theirs probably some Lakers leftovers here. Oh hai Corey) to nurture it looks like Luke’s vision with the King’s can be the same 20/20 one he didn’t get to see with the King.

Like former sideline mentor Steve Kerr of those sort of successful Golden State Warriors said on the Lakers, “they’ve just lost a great human being”. And you saw what he did with the Dubs before that former Bull was back in the interim. Sometimes you can’t just blame all problems on one man. The former perfect pass first Lakers role player from the Shaq and Kobe era the purple and gold just passed up is still going to be a great coach in this league for all the Kings men.

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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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Clippers Nacho Eating Lou Williams A Viral Masterpeice

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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