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**yawn**
A story from 2005, really? This story is tired, old and completely unconfirmed.
**yawn**
A story from 2005, really? This story is tired, old and completely unconfirmed.
Been posted before, it is bull
Interesting...
I just can't see Tim doing something like that... I call BULL !!!
Duncan having an entire pro career incident free of this type of nonsense makes this almost impossible to believe.
How can anyone believe this? It's supposedly took place in a crowded bar, yet no one else has ever confirmed it happened. The guy that told the tale obviously just wanted his 15 minutes of fame.
The actions described are way out of character for Duncan. His time at Wake is well do ented, and he wasn't the guy this story portrays. If he had been I would think that there would be other witnesses to that kind of behavior.
There was also something about the game he says it happened after, the Heels losing at home to the Deacons. I've got to dig it up but IIRC there's something not right factually in this story about that game.
And he says it took place during the '96-'97 season. Duncan graduated in '97, are we going to believe he would have done something that stupid and possibly risked the draft?
The whole thing is bull, but it does keep making the rounds every year.
Duncan does his best to keep it in the headlines so he doesn't seem boring.
The only thing surprising is that anyone would believe it.
Per this website, Wake Forest lost at Chapel Hill.
1996-97 UNC Basketball Schedule
Thank you. You stirred my memory.
If I'm remembering right, this is exactly what's wrong with the story. I think Wake played N.C. 3 times that season, and the only win they had was at home. This quote kills the story instantly.
Geez, if you're going to tell a tale at least get your facts right.This particular evening the Heels had lost at home to Tim Duncan and Wake Forest.
so what? everyone likes pussy right?
Go DUNCAN Go!
It's believable to an extent. The guy writing the story probably colored it up plenty with what he claims Tim said and how he physical he was with the sorority chick. But, like that happens in college bars. And, grinding on a chick in a public bar is far from date rape. They guy was definitely exaggerating.
But who cares anyway? Besides being like 10-12 years old, here's a newsflash: drunk college guys are horny and do stupid from time to time. I'm not saying it's true. Not saying it's not true. Like I said, it's believable to an extent if you dumb down the exaggerative way the writer told the story.
As some have mentioned, it's been posted before, it's super old news, and it's unverified by anyone else. Just a dumb college story that isn't very compelling anyway even if it's true.
You don't pull something like this when you are a college kid, then become a pro making millions of bucks with women, throwing themselves at you left and right and go incident free. The story is 100% Bull .
So did the bouncer nail that sorority chick or what?
You also don't overdose on coke after being selected #2 overall in the NBA.
You also don't jeopardize your whole career as a pro athlete by driving a motorcycle or a moped.
does happen. And, even the immortal, holy, divine Tim Duncan isn't perfect.
Like I said, I'm not saying it's true or not true, but it's believable to a certain extent.
It sounds like it.
I ended up going home with the pretty brunette he had been harassing, having played her Knight-in-shining flannel.
This story makes me think of the photoshopped gangsta version of Tim with cornrows and all tatted up someone has in their sig
Here it is:
A pic of Dirk Nowitzki:
somebody posted a pretty fun reply to this...
HERE IS A SIMILAR RUN-IN A GUY NAMED BILLWALTONISGOD HAD WITH TIMMY D. SOUNDS LIKE THIS BEHAVIOR MIGHT BE A TREND. WATCH OUT TO. "I can't say that I'm suprised to hear this. Not after this summer. It had been a beautiful Boone day. I'd spent most of it out on the parkway, hiking. That evening I stopped in Macadoos for a beer or two. My buddy was tending bar, and he would always hook me up with a few drinks when I came by. Well, I get in there and my buddy looks upset. I ask him what's wrong, and he tells me that Tim Duncan's been "drinking with a bunch of frat boys, yelling racial slurs, beating up sexuals, and raping the heck out of a bunch of women." As I looked around, I watched some girl get up and try to leave, but Timmy ran to the door and gave her a roundhouse kick to the face. Then he grabbed her by the hair, dragging her back to his table. Everyone else was pretending not to watch as he did this. I knew that if I didn't do something quick, nobody would. I'm not a big guy(5'9, 140 lbs.), but I had been raised in a Kung Fu temple, and knew all the secret ninja arts and sh*t. I was like an evil Jedi, with the mind tricks and cat-like reflexes. So I start to make my way over to Timmy's table, when I realize that he's got his boys, David Robinson, Dikembe Mutumbo, and Jimmy Carter watching his back. I knew I could probably take them all at once, but innocent people would be hurt. I've never been one to plan things too much in advance. I get a rough idea of what I want to do, and I go from there. In my experience, plans always go wrong, so it's best to just improvise. My mentor, Bill Walton taught me that. So I walk past Timmy D's table, like I'm going to the bathroom. He sees me and yells, "Nobody uses the bathroom tonight except ME! You go on the floor!" I stop and look him square in the eye. After staring him down for a good thirty seconds, I spit a wad of tobacco juice on his plate. He looks at me in disbelief, and Mutumbo starts to get up, while reaching for me. Before he can even stand up, I punch him in the temple full-force, killing him instantly. Robinson was quicker, getting to his feet and picking up a chair(with this cute girl still in it) and swinging it at me. I grab the girl, pulling her away from this monster, and turn around, letting The Admiral break the chair on my back, sheilding her from the impact. Because of the adrenaline and my Kung Fu training, I didn't even feel the hit. I picked up one of the table legs and did some crazy ninja moves, real quick-like and all. Then I proceeded to break both his arms and legs, beating him to within an inch of his life. Duncan meanwhile is in a rage. He's ready to kill me for what I've done. He starts to pull out his sword, which I didn't even know he'd had. Carter, on the other hand, is just sitting in his chair, mostly covered by black robes and #$%@. I pull out my ninja sword, and Duncan and I fight it out for about ten minutes. He was good, dang good. For awhile it looked like he might win, but then I tapped into the darkside and cut off his hand. He's lying on the floor bleeding, begging for mercy. I tell him to leave, and never come back to Macadoos. He then gets up, and stumbles to Carter's side. That's when things got weird. You'll never believe this, but Jimmy Carter then lifts up his hands and starts shooting lightening at me! I wasn't prepared for that, so I'm all getting electrocuted and stuff. I was rolling on the floor in pain, thinking all was lost, when suddenly I realized that from this angle I could see up all these chick's skirts. I look over at this cute black-haired girl, and she's going commando. I was also hearing Bill Walton's voice in my head, telling me to use the force, but I ignored that and just focused on this hippie chick's hairy beaver. That's when I knew that I had to live. I stood up, looked Jimmy Carter in the eye, and fighting against his magical-lightening stuff, I made my way step by painful step to him. His eyes got big with shock as he watched me overcome his electricity crap. I then shot my hand at his chest, tore through his ribcage, and pulled out his heart. Naturally, this caused him to explode like a potato in a microwave, sending blood and guts everywhere. I looked around at the mess and said, "And to think I voted for you." In the meantime, Duncan was sitting there, looking at me in horror. He knew that I meant to kill him. I stood there looking down at him for a minute or two, and without breaking eye-contact, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I was just about to kill him, when I saw a reflection in his eyes. It was Yao Ming, sneaking up behind me. Before Yao could make his move, I spun around and stabbed him in the eye with my cigarette. While he was screaming in pain, I picked him up by the legs and used him as a club to beat Tim Duncan to death. After that was over, my buddy the bartender poured me a glass of Flying Dog and people were patting me on the back, thanking me for saving them from the evil Duncan. I stayed for a few drinks, then decided to call it a night. But I didn't go home alone. The hairy hippie chick came home with me that night. We're getting married in April. So that's why I can't say that I'm too suprised by this blog."
RIP BIAS.
oh rly?
I couldn't agree with you more...
lebron hater
Those are all one time incidents. Mistakes that those men regret or in one case cost him his life. This is a story claiming Duncan in College went to a bar, had some drinks, groped some girl and got nasty with the bouncer. So in all the years he has been a pro, on the road half the season, every chance in the world to go out, party, hit the clubs, spend tons of cash and get frisky with womem nothing has ever come out against Tim Duncan publically. I don't find it believable to any extent.
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