So, LeTrash thinks that he is better than all of us, that we have to let go of our hatred and return to the problems of our everyday lives. Even if we give the guy the benefit of the doubt and dismiss the possibility that he was rubbing our faces in the fact that he makes $50mil a year while we have to worry about what we order at Wendy's, LeBrat is still living in a fantasy. Could he honestly believe that fans (short for fanatics by the way) should be less impassioned about professional sports? The boy should be clamoring for more hate, more irate indignation. I get the impression that LeTard thinks that if all of the fans went away, if all of us suddenly recognized the frivolity of the NBA and focused more energy on the "real world," that he would still be flush with green. In that Sprite addled cerebral cortex, he believes that he would be a superstar gazillionaire if we did not have the need to see over-sized goons throw a rubber ball through a metal ring. Shut the fuck up, LeWaaaaaaah and try get some perspective on something that you have not spent 18 seconds living in, ever, the real world.
Why was this on my mind? On
Cleveland.com, some idiot posted best wishes to Mike Brown with the Lakers. Now, I am in no mood to rehash the glaring absences of his tenure, the gargantuan gaps that any normal coach could fill, so I shall not speak of him as a coach, rather as a teacher. Given the most talented 18-year in basketball history, Mike Brown reared him, mostly by laissez-fair, into the scoundrel that he is today. Thanks to Brown's tutelage, Queen James is spoiled child, a ego-maniacal boor; he is a waste of time. Thus, I am done talking about him.
And Mike Brown, I hope you lose 27 in a row, you worthless piece of syphilitic shit.
Cheers.
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