Funny what losing does.
During that four game defensive win streak suddenly it was, look at the D!
Melo getting some others involved!
Look at Shump! Run shump run! Look at Jorts! Shoot Jorts Shoot! Poh-Ten-Shull!
Suddenly the whole Boston Medical Group theory has gone out with the piss and bath water. I guess that green chip IS old, relatively speaking.
Other teams starphuch and get a chip or two. We starphuch and we starsuhck. Instantaneously.
Go fhuque yourselves at a McD's drive thru.
Go put your poptart in the microwave. 3 seconds or less.
It's a game. Melo is here. He's my new BK. We have a bonified defensive presence. We have a PF who's not shooting insanely ugly 16 foot manster airballs.
Please, all of you, continue to shit on my blue and orange granola