Is it a hot take if I say that I HATE going out with guys who disperse and go on the prowl for ass the second we walk in the bar.
I’m here to drink 400 beers with my friends and listen to creed. Women are terrifying anyway.
What happened to the game I love.
To my glorious king, to my LeBooBoo Bear. LeBron Raymone James Sr. This world has become complete again with you in it. 40 years, 4 championships, 4 MVPs, the all time scoring record and a world full of people that you have inspired as a father. From taco Tuesday to a bottle of Red Wine everything reminds me of you.
You have defied the odds. A kid from Akron isn’t supposed to become anything in life. But not you. Out of all of your accomplishments on the court, the most impressive ones have been off of it. Becoming a role model, father and hubby for a generation of people. Bronny, Bryce and Zhuri are blessed to have you. I hope to one day be 1/10th of the man and father you have become.
To My glorious king forever and ever. Amen.