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knock on wood, don't count your chickens mother er.
LOL reminds me of Pat Ewing every time Knicks ended their playoffs road..."We are still the BETTER TEAM"!!!
knock on wood, don't count your chickens mother er.
what the are you using? shots from last year??? that's mother ing James Jones in the background !
"COME ON COME ON LET'S GO LET'S GO!!
COME ON LET'S GO............................."
you madam cleo.
Well, finally, a Suns troll shows up.
And no, Louis doesn't really count as a Suns troll.
someone with the time and patience can make a very funny animated gif with that.
Dantoni, "Dont worry guys, thats why I leave shaq out there, he can make them."
break
(shaq on bench)
I want to be a part of it... New York, New Yoooorrrk!
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Dantoni's brilliant game 2 strategy was to exploit Diaw vs. anyone matchup. but Diaw could not even post Parker
I'll feel a whole lot more at ease, if the Spurs can nab game 3. Until then, I'm not celebrating a victory just yet.
Phoenix has a lot to overcome. The Spurs have to be in their heads to some extent. Twice they have given up double digit leads and lost. So even if they get out to a good start, which I'm not sure will happen, their gut still has to tighten up with ever Spur basket.
Actually, I think the Spurs are beating them at what used to be "their game". Run, run, run. Tire the other team out. It's obvious that just kills Shaq.
Suns are "mostly dead" and are about to be all dead.
It is the Spurs true love for the trophy that will prevail.
And as for D' Antoni: : " Liar!"
exactly. spurs became the old suns and suns can't because they got fat ass shaq and a terrible fast break defender Diaw.
all I know if is D'antoni keeps going to Diaw and Barbosa for production, Spurs will win easily and might sweep.
Dantoni is F****N clown shoes....
Misti- I found a good one!
Nash: [as he is unsuccessfully trying to escape Bruce's defense]: Look, are you just fiddling around with me or what?
Bruce: I just want you to feel you're doing well. I hate for people to die embarrassed.
D'antoni: First things first, to the death.
Pop: No. To the pain.
D'antoni:: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.
Pop: I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.
D'antoni: That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.
Pop: It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your point guard's assist ratio. Then your shooting guards confidence and ppg average. Next your transition game...
D'antoni: then my small forward I suppose....I tried to beat you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.
Pop: I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your General Manager followed by your Trainer.
D' antoni: And then my Center, I understand let's get on with it.
Pop: WRONG! Your center you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing his hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at his approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
D'anoti: I think your bluffing.
Pop: It's possible, Pig, I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only the 3 seed because we lack the strength to dominate.... But, then again... perhaps we have the strength after all.....
[slowly rises and points finger directly at D'antoni]
Pop: Bench. Your. Stars.
D'antoni: [mouth hanging open, removes Nash, Amare, and Shaq from the game]
The Princess Bride is a great movie. So many quotable parts.
Tony: [pushing his way through a crowd] Excuse me... Excuse me... Teemy, please?
Timmy: EVERYBODY MOVE!
Tony: [everybody clears a path] Thank you.
Post game:
D'Antoni: I will never coach again.
A Spurs Time out:
Brent: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.
Finley: Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us*.
Timmy: Probably he means no *harm*.
Gino: He's really very short on *charm*.
Timmy: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Gino: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Pop: Enough of that.
Brent: Timmy, are there bad calls ahead?
Gino: If there are, we all be dead.
Pop: No more rhyming now, I mean it.
Gino: Anybody want a peanut?
Pop: DYEEAAHHHHHH.
Suns players wonder: Why can't we advance? Why are we up against this wall?
Game tape shows: You've been mostly-dead all series.
For Misti:
Rob: I challenge you to a battle of wits.
Shaq: For the Trophy?
Rob: [nods]
Shaq: To the death?
Rob: [nods]
Shaq: I accept!
( We all know who won that match.)
Suns: Surrender.
Spurs: You mean you wish to surrender to us? Very well, we accept.
The Spurs: You can't beat me. The Trophy and I are joined by the bonds of love. And you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.
Sean Marks: I just work for the Suns to pay the bills. There's not a lot of money in revenge.
Timmy ( to Shaq): I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake to the fact that you've lost to me again. But for now, rest well and dream of large women. "
Shaq= a P.O.U.S.
( Player Of Unusual Size)
Spurs fans: Ever since Popovich outcoached D' Antoni, his confidence has been shattered.
D' Antoni: Why'd you say that name? You promised me you would never say that name!
Spurs Fans: What, Popovich?
D'Antoni: Aahaahh!
Spurs Fans: Popovich! Popovich! Popovich!
D'Antoni: I'm not listening!
Message to Spurs players as they leave for Phoenix: Have fun storming the U.S Airway Center!
Manu: I win cars for local charities and stuff.
LOL this was awesome
You wish ...
someone with the time and patience can make a very funny animated gif with that.
This series is long from over.
D'antoni: Nash, Shaq, come in here.
D'antoni: You guys just did an incredibly brave thing. You walked into San Antonio and outplayed them for most of the game. But you don't own that court, the taxpayers do! (to Shaq) Your ego is writing checks your body can't cash! You're a buster, you've lost your ability be a team leader three times! Put intact twice by me. With a history of elbow-throwing dunks, over hapless centers, and one Tony Parker!
Nash: (Whispering) Eva Longoria.
D'antoni: And you, asshole. You're lucky to be here!
Nash: Thank you, sir!
D'antoni: Now let's not screw around with this Shaq, your family name ain't the best in the NBA. You're bigger, and stronger than the other guy, now what is it with you!?
Shaq: I' m just... uhhh.... like a mathematical theorum, Sir.
D'antoni: Off the script. And that's bull . I've had a of a lot of fat ass centers in my career. Maybe too many. I'd like to bust your butt but I can't, I've got another problem here. I've gotta send someone from this team to US Airways Center! I've gotta do something here.... I just, I just can't believe it.
*pause*
You two characters... are going to have to beat the Spurs.
Nash: .
Shaq: (Thinking) *Theeeeeeeeeeee wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round!* "Wait... what'd you say?"
D'antoni: Uh.... I said let's go get em. Play hard. You know, deep coaching stratagems for winning 4 of 5.
Nash: He said we have to beat the Spurs.
Shaq: . Aristotle don't like doing nothing that's hard.
D'antoni: Nash, what the ! I almost had someone actually convinced that I know how to use strategery!
Nash: Sorry coach. Say, why don't you let me handle things from here on out?
D'antoni: Good idea. But let's get one thing straight, if you screw up just THIS much, I'll have you flying a rubber cargo plane full of dog outta Hong Kong!
Nash: ....O..... kay..... but I dont have a pilot's-
D'antoni: And gentlemen?
Shaq: Uh?
D'antoni: Good luck, gentlemen.
Nash: Thank you Sir.
Shaq: Thank you.
*Nash and Shaq exit, closing the door*
D'antoni: You're going to freaking need it.
Bye Bye Boys...have fun winning the series...
Do you think it 'll work??
It would take a miracle!
Bye Bye!!
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