Y’all are bums. ‘81 is the year of the Bay. I will kill all of you. Allahu Akbar. You don’t even know what hit you. You don’t wanna know. The grace of Allah is upon you, and you don’t know it. I will kill everyone!!!
My division first. You are all already dead. I kill everyone. You are died. None of you are alive anymore. Nothing exists besides the Golden State Warriors. Allahu Akbar.
When you wake up in the middle of the night, the only thing you think you can see (you can’t see anything because you are already dead) is Moses Malone. Moses raises a chalice of your blood, after murdering you, and cheers to the highest of spirits that only mere mortals can never meet nor understand.
When the NPBSL started, it was merely a breeding ground for Moses Malone to kill everyone and everything. Nothing lives after S2 of the NPBSL, besides the Golden State Warriors. We wish the memories of the Pacific Division well. The Los Angeles Lakers died a horrible death even though we loved them like brothers. No one remembered the Phoenix Suns (or Magic Johnson). The remainder of the Pacific diminished into dust. Moses brushed his shoulders and the dirt parted seas to glory and victory. Moses made the world die and then live.
The Ultimate Clitster does not eat children, except yours. Alton is growing his strength in player training for the sole purpose of eating children.
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SO whatever that was above, i just decided to start typing the absolute craziest things that could come to mind. I hope it was partially funny. I wasn’t digiskunk drunk or anything…but i wasn’t NOT digiskunk drunk either.
Do you have any questions?? Thank you for coming to the Golden State Warriors presser...dead.