@falsekiller251@TheRealChadRyan@knicksshit@FastbreakHoops5 This is a fact. It's amazing how many people say Jordan never had a super team when he had a team that went 141- 21 In the regular season and 30-7 in the postseason over 2 years where they won championships both times, And had four future Hall of famers on it. Not a super team 🙄
Role explains it. It doesn’t erase it.
LeBron ran more offense so more turnovers are expected. Jordan played more off ball so his movement mattered more.
But the question was what Jordan was better at. MJ was better off ball and better at protecting possessions.
Bron was the better full court operating system.
This is the contradiction. They’ll praise Jaylen Brown like a franchise pillar, a civic asset, and a defining Celtic right after treating him like a line item. Maybe it was cap math. Maybe it was roster logic.
But when a smart, outspoken Black star becomes “movable” in Boston, people are allowed to raise an eyebrow.
@OneJerseySchorr No injuries, thankfully. Still, there’s something very American about going in for paper towels and rotisserie chicken and almost getting taken out by the architecture.
@BeckyBravo First they take the bracelets. Then they take the good lounge chairs. Then suddenly Chad from three resorts over is ordering mojitos like he owns the place.
@toucansam46_2 This sounds clean until you remember basketball isn’t Excel.
You don’t just drag-and-drop Tatum into the JB cell and hit “optimize roster.”
@NFL@NFLFilms@Chiefs@tkelce Eleven straight years on the Top 100.
At this point Kelce isn’t earning a spot, he’s paying property taxes on it. Go Broncos!
@KevinOConnor Funny how Cleveland was everybody’s darling until the Knicks put them in a lab coat and exposed every design flaw. Now suddenly the roster is flawed? It was always flawed. New York just made the defects impossible to romanticize.
But every time I see a Yankees hat, I think of Marisol.
Her mother’s rice.
Her brother’s death stare.
That Bronx street.
That kiss by the train.
And the night I learned an important lesson:
Never tell a Yankees family “it’s just baseball.”
Especially before dessert.
I once dated a Yankees fan from the Bronx and, hand to God, it nearly got me killed.
Not emotionally. That happens every time I date someone with hoop earrings, opinions, and a father who owns tools.
I mean actually killed.
Her name was Marisol...
Then she kissed me anyway.
Because love is stupid.
Because danger is sexy until it becomes paperwork.
Because sometimes a woman from the Bronx will save your life and still make you feel like the problem.
Which, to be fair, I usually was.
24/
We didn’t last.
Of course we didn’t.
She wanted loyalty, family, and a man who could name the Yankees starting rotation without looking like he was guessing Supreme Court justices.
I wanted chaos, whiskey, and a second chance I probably didn’t deserve.