Tuesday, June 3, 2008

NBA Finals Preview




BROCK
Should be a good one. I go Lakers in 7. Stunned Chowder-heads watch as Ronny Turiaf, due to Gasol foul out, dunks the game winner at the buzzer only to explode with enthusiasm seconds afterwards.


MAXWELL
Lakers in 5. Doc Rivers arrested before the deciding game after trying to exhume Dennis Johnson's corpse in a last gasp desperation move to find someone more alive than Sam Cassell to replace Rondo, who got injured in game 3 after that big ass head finally falls of his tiny neck.

Kobe will rip in game 1 and 2, then for some reason, score only 8 points in game 3 (familiar?), which the lakers will lose 99-73. Then he'll just take over the motherfucking series in 4 and 5.

Garnett will be on the unemployment line with his choker buddy Flip by August (that is in no way a validation or defense of the equally bronchially challenged Piston players). His heart wont be questioned, as usual, but his lack of temerity will finally be exposed.

Paul Pierce will start binge eating to cope, join forces with his old buddy 'Toine, and enter the Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Championships this summer at Coney Island, only to lose to Charlie Wies.

Radmanovic will finally quit smoking.

Gasol will start dating Rachel Hunter, while Sean Avery will be heard screaming "how's my dick taste!?!?" The bright lights and shit talkers of LA will ruin the poor bastard. He'll end up managing a Baja Fresh in 3 years.

Phil Jackson will finally retire, get divorced, sue Jenny for alimony, reach NIrvana and ask Kurt Cobain how the heroin is up there...because his kid wont stop asking.

Dainne Cannon will die before game 5, and Jack will wear a bra with large water balloons in them to show his respect. And class.

The Laker girls will award the players with fellatio. I'm just wondering where the line starts.

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