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Game 31 | Cleveland @ Los Angeles | December 25, 2009 | 5:00 EST
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Yea we get it, your cheerleaders are hotter than ours. :chuckles:
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I wish, Lakers girls have been bleh, but this year things are looking up from what I've seen of the Lakers girl calendar commercials they keep playing
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through LA
No creature was stirring, not even Tina Fey
The visiting team were hung like a horse with care,
In hopes that the cheerleaders would soon would be there.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of facials danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled like Cavs' defense on a 2nd quarter nap.
When out on the court there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and put away my stash.
J.Moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of alley-oops to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
My boy Bron was practicing free throws here.
With a little old driver, so lively to chat,
I knew in a moment it must be the Shaq
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Shaqtus! now, Redz! now, Mo and JJ!
On, Andy! On, Z! on, on Ap and Gibson!
To the top of the key! on the top of the rest!
Now scrimmage away harder than D.West!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the hardwood the tracks they flew,
With the sleigh full of balls, and Shaq decided to come to.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of LeBron's new Air Max Zooms
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the court came Diesel and slammed the ball to the ground.
He was dressed all in swag, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with LA's finest loot
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he wore an Arenas jersey, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin grew slower than Eric Snow.
The look on his face was like he just got with a hoe,
And the sweat on his head was if he had a clutch free throw.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, and came with a carriage
And I laughed when I saw him, funnier than Lamar Odom's marriage!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me a flagrant which I came to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And eyeing me almost as if he was flirting
And giving a nod, he ripped the Kobe jersey
He sprang to his post, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out so late
"Dear Mr. Kobe - how my ass taste?!"
No creature was stirring, not even Tina Fey
The visiting team were hung like a horse with care,
In hopes that the cheerleaders would soon would be there.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of facials danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled like Cavs' defense on a 2nd quarter nap.
When out on the court there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and put away my stash.
J.Moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of alley-oops to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
My boy Bron was practicing free throws here.
With a little old driver, so lively to chat,
I knew in a moment it must be the Shaq
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Shaqtus! now, Redz! now, Mo and JJ!
On, Andy! On, Z! on, on Ap and Gibson!
To the top of the key! on the top of the rest!
Now scrimmage away harder than D.West!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the hardwood the tracks they flew,
With the sleigh full of balls, and Shaq decided to come to.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of LeBron's new Air Max Zooms
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the court came Diesel and slammed the ball to the ground.
He was dressed all in swag, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with LA's finest loot
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he wore an Arenas jersey, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin grew slower than Eric Snow.
The look on his face was like he just got with a hoe,
And the sweat on his head was if he had a clutch free throw.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, and came with a carriage
And I laughed when I saw him, funnier than Lamar Odom's marriage!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me a flagrant which I came to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And eyeing me almost as if he was flirting
And giving a nod, he ripped the Kobe jersey
He sprang to his post, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out so late
"Dear Mr. Kobe - how my ass taste?!"
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The Lakers girls seem to be lacking in talent compared to years past, no homo.
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http://www.cleveland.com/cavs/index.ssf/2009/12/two_christmas_stars_lebron_jam.html
Please submit your angry, expletive filled rant posts in advance of when Gasol inevitably beats Shaq down the floor for a transition dunk.
Thank you, that is all.
Please submit your angry, expletive filled rant posts in advance of when Gasol inevitably beats Shaq down the floor for a transition dunk.
Thank you, that is all.
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Oh please no Mike Brown...
I'm convinced that this is his thought process:
"Hmm...the Lakers play a 7-foot tall african american man at center and a 7-foot tall white foreigner at power forward. WE'LL MATCH THEM! We have a 7 foot black center and a 7 foot white foreign power forward!! Yesssss!"
Gasol and Bynum are too quick for Shaq and Z. The pick and rolls would be devastating. I hope Mike Brown rethinks this one...