Friday, April 3, 2009

Love and Basketball in Orlando: Post Game Analysis


We went, we saw, we did not want to conquer.  I know it is vulgar to generalize but this particular bunch of Orlands were of trashy nature.  The drive was luke warm. It was neither fun nor boring. So yeah I guess that means it was luke warm. We were late and we knew it. lol.  The arena is neatly placed in the middle of a ghetto without the usual misplaced stores and restaurants.  It was lovely, observing the similarities and differences between Orlando's ghetto and Miami's ghetto is something I can finally check off my to do list.  To be honest with you, whoever you are, if there is a you, and myself, I recall the entire experience as 3 bathroom brakes, standing in line for drinks, 5 plays and the Magic being up by 30 all of a sudden.  There was Howard's nasty Bron pack that led me to take off my shirt and pour beer over my chest while I screamed, "Nasttyyyy!!!!!." I'm sure ESPN edited out the footage but it was passionate.  And so came the expected...
LeBron's invitation to his hotel room. He smelled extra musky after the game, I couldn't bring my mouth to say no.  But first we decided to grab some martinis and sushi. Delicious. He paid, of course, and he has always been a generous tipper.  I think that's what first attracted me to Bron Bron.  We arrived at the Holiday Inn and Brony inserted the credit card the lady at the lobby gave us to buy the door and let us into the confines of the room.  
A second later my mind, soul and body were simultaneously broken, once I saw Bilal coming out of the bathroom while Mo Williams laid in bed.  By looking around I knew a lot of baking or cooking had taken place from the empty industrial sized Crisco can placed on top of the desk.  
"Holiday Inn too huh?" I said coolly.  
  He looks down with shame. 
 "Youz my bitch! Not Mo's. I traded with Mo mo for this ass and he should know better." 
  Bilal started crying. 
  "Cry not biatch for I have forgiven you."  I slapped him thrice and then placed his head on my bosom.  "Let's go home now," I whispered in his ear. 
  And so we took the road heading north and felt good. 
That is my Cavaliers-Magic game experience. 

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