The NBA is implementing a "one free-throw" rule during Summer League. If a player is fouled while shooting, they'll get one free-throw, and it'll count for all the points they were attempting.
So yes, if they're fouled on a three, they'll shoot one free-throw, worth 3 points.
I am impressed by this. Not by their climbing or bypassing security. But to be such a specific kind of crazy, that requires not just bravado but also great skill, and to find someone exactly as crazy, as skilful, as willing, who even happens to look like you and to have them be in love with you... few people will ever be so lucky, few people will ever live life so fully. To be lucky to find this, you don't need to live 80 or 90 years. They have already lived a hundred lives.
BLOCKBUSTER: The Boston Celtics have agreed to trade Jaylen Brown to the Philadelphia 76ers for Paul George, two first-round picks and two second-round picks, sources tell ESPN.
BLOCKBUSTER: The Boston Celtics have agreed to trade Jaylen Brown to the Philadelphia 76ers for Paul George, two first-round picks and two second-round picks, sources tell ESPN.
A few years later, I found out a single father in the building was behind on rent.
I paid it anonymously.
Not because I owed anyone.
Because someone had once shown me grace when I needed it.
When my landlord retired, a group of tenants threw him a party.
Someone asked him whether he regretted all the people who had taken advantage of his rule.
He laughed.
"Of course some people took advantage."
"That's the price of trusting people."
Then he said something that split the room.
"I'd rather be fooled by a few selfish people than become the kind of person who refuses to help everyone."
To this day, the tenants who lived in that building still argue about his rule.
Some believe generosity without conditions only encourages bad behavior.
Others believe that grace only means something when it's given without first deciding who deserves it.
I still don't know which side is right.
I shake my head when I see people in the comments and quotes saying, “Don’t hang out with people you can’t trust.” This picture reminds me of how Bro Kunle was killed by his own brother in 2021.
That Egbon just returned home for Christmas from Switzerland after five years away. He decided to hang out with his brother, the first born of the house.
He was poisoned because of that carelessness and excessive trust, all in the name of “Na my blood.”
They returned home that night, and before daybreak, the skin on his stomach had turned green. Only God knows what kind of poison his brother used.
His brother is still in Agodi Prison to this day.