No, it's his caveat that it's not what you say it is. Your logic means jack .
Exactly.
Spurs won in 13 in Cully's mind.
So 6 > 5 in his mind.
No, it's his caveat that it's not what you say it is. Your logic means jack .
It is what I said, the issue is you not understanding what is going on.
Your logic means jack .
I feel your pain Laker fans. Jerry Jones has been putting me through this same for years.
Amy Duncan put you through '13, daddy-O. A damn woman. A white woman no less.
Throwin' her in our mugs around here for years, "Look at our trophy wife." Before she outed her husband for the he's always been we didn't even discuss her bush. , I was too intimidated to do such. I saw it, I marveled it, I beat off to it. But, I never talked about it. Not here, maybe at the house, but, not here. That's respect.
I can care less about Amy, or whether Duncan s his male roommates.. at least it was consensual
The pain was soothed once the great Tim Duncan said, "We'll do it this time." And, boy, did he ever back up those words!
"Hey, I'm back!"
- Fast Eddie Felson
A Color of Money quote that applies to you and your Lakers is of course:
"It's like a nightmare, isn't it? Just keeps getting worse and worse, doesn't it?"
- Grady Seasons
Whereas when your Neal did it---it was not consensual. That's okay you hired him anyway. It wasn't your child he bent over the laundry tub & broke her hole.
& in "Color" Felson disgraced himself,,,to the kids. Preach, preach, preach, nag, nag, nag, about staying the course,,,then gets his ass broke by the cross eyed black actor and he quits and throws the kids out onto the street.
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And I did the Seasons quote first. Me
Which thus led him to his redemption. His re-invigoration from hocking knock-off liquor to once again playing the game he waxed poetically about in The Hustler ("pool cue is a part of my arm.") That's the significance of, "Hey, I'm back."
Duncan had a similar renewal of spirit. You can say Amy was Forest Whittaker in this regard. Then Duncan quit showing his ass, grabbed his Balabushka, and proceeded to lay in' waste.
Kobe is Julian, and he still hasn't wiped his gd nose.
Please. He got an eye test. Whoop-dee-do.
Sometimes the first step to a renewal of spirit is a modest one, Cub.
And he needed to cut ties with Cruise and Mastrantonio. They were ready to be on their own, and he was also ready to be on his own, no longer needing to live vicariously through their youth.
Fine, but, don't whine because you got hustled. Christ, it was weak and ugly. I can't watch that movie knowing that part is coming. Should not have done that.
Yes, because Felson was a weak man at that point, too fearful to actualize himself through pool, his passion. George C. Scott and his cronies were long gone, but yet Felson still used that as an excuse: "Somebody retired me." This is also why Cruise's words, "You used me!" have additional resonance. Cruise was looking for a father figure, a mentor, but Felson was simply using him as someone to live through.
At the end, it is hinted they can develop a real friendship not based on false pretenses, "If I don't get you now, I'll get you in Houston." The words were delivered light-heartedly.
Good stuff, Midst.
I'll have to reflect on it. It's never occurred to me.
“There’s the perception that there’s four players there (who could be drafted at No. 2),” Kupchak said. “I think there might be more.”
Better not pull an Anthony Bennett pick^^
Your foreign upbringing has tainted your ability to "get it", Balky.
Color of Money was about Vince becoming Eddie and Eddie becoming Vince. Eddie was too serious about himself, about the game. He sold the purity of the game for a pocket full of change, and he had a very long hard road getting back to the game itself. Vincent, on the other hand, had no such issues. He was just the opposite, carefree and ignorant of the seriousness of the game that Eddie spent his life worshiping. Eddie's entire self image was of a hustler, a pool shark.. serious and calculating and street wise. Vincent preferred the video game, pool was a distraction just to pass time. During the movie Vincent became embedded in the seriousness of the game, of his shot, of appreciating his ability to "just miss by that much" on a bank into the side pocket. Eddie on the other hand was having fun with his female companion, playing the game and enjoying it and didn't think he'd win but did, and when he found out that the student became the teacher, he was pissed at first but I think took credit for getting Vincent there.
Eddie kicked the kids out because he felt he wasn't fit to stud hoss Vincent any longer, having been taken to the woodshed by Amos (Forest Whitaker) over and over with that sneaky Pete, uncased. Never play a guy for money who carries a sneaky pete sans case, and never bet against a guy who's nicknamed after a city.
Eddie didn't turn it around because of his eye test. He turned it around because he hadn't played in years and thought he could walk right into it again. He had a good opening set runout and got a bit y, thought he never lost a step. His turnaround was the practice sets, running through those time tested sets ad nauseum to get his stroke back, teach his muscles, stop the chicken winging chili dipping .
That's all it was. Oh, and his hair was perfect.
Makes me want to take you behind frosted glass & make ya scream.
I'm not your daddy, I'm not your boyfriend, so don't be playing games with me.
"Had nothin', made nothin'. The pictures a fake. Cost me two weeks pay."
You local upbringing has tainted your ability to "get it", fat hands.
I wasn't raised locally.
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