No, I don't drink.
Mark Jackson = motivational speaker. Unusual for a coach but seems to be working okay.
No, I don't drink.
Mark is another compendium of catch phrases and obviousness. Play our brand of basketball. We're not good enough to win if we don't play our brand of basketball. That's who he is, it's how he plays. I'm not worried about my team, I'm a bit disappointed.
Curry hobbled to the point of forced foul to get a time out. Mark doesn't pull him.
Lee comes in and goes to work, Mark pulls him.
If Lee was black, he would have played 48 minutes.
I honestly don't have one or maybe I do but don't know what it is. What drives you to live? When you get up in the morning, afternoon, or night, what do you use to get you to do whatever it is that you have to and/or want to do? Family, money, success, your significant other, fame, making a name for yourself, etc...? I honestly feel sometimes like I don't have a soul or part of my soul is gone. I'm sure some of you will just on me as usual. Go ahead and tell me that I'm a useless piece of with a useless degree and I should just kill myself. There, I already helped you by bashing myself.
Keeping Curry in the game with a jacked up ankle and bringing in a broken Lee to "spark" the Warriors on to victory were all signs of desperation. Jackson is an attention plain and simple. He's willing to risk the careers of two of his best players for a little glory.
Yeah women get all kunty when you use that word, ive never understood. I just say instead.
check out the club
Not suicidal. I just think about this a lot while I'm working in the coal mine. I think about a lot of while I'm mining coal. Thinking is the only thing that I can do that helps me keep my together at the sweat shop. Besides, I'm too much of a wimp and pussy to kill myself. And I wouldn't want to make my parents sad. I just honestly can't think of anything that could possibly be my reason for living. I don't really feel alive anymore. I just exist which is sad but true. It's like I lost my soul or a part of it. When I'm in the coal mine, I feel like Hermie the Elf. I don't want to make toys like every other elf does. I want to do something else. I was just curious to see what other people's reasons are for living but most of you guy did what I predicted you would and basically used this thread to on me. Some of you act like you're in elementary school to be honest on here. And if you're going to insult me, get some new in' material. Bashing me with Xanax and Gaycob jokes really? Talk about originality.
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