We ain’t making the tourney. Ease your pain. Stop the mental gymnastics. The all aboard is a laugh. We could build a shit brick house but the bubble is bursting with a sour flavor. We don’t have the back court. About time to cash out. Ended the game on a 25 to 7 run. In a game we were starving for. Rinse and repeat.
Please recruit shooters.
Please recruit shooters.