THERES A LIVE BASKETBALL GAME IN SWITZERLAND RN AND EVERY SHOT THE GOES IN BOUNCES OFF THE RIM THE EXACT SAME WAY EVERYTIME A SHOT GOES IN… THE FISHIEST SHIT I SEEN IN A WHILE ITS CLEARLY MAGNETS IN THOSE RIMS OR SOME TYPE OF FORCE MAING THE BALLS GO IN … SHIT IS VERY SICK
Akademiks shares NBA Ben10’s side of the story; claiming they allegedly knocked AllStar Jr. out 4 times and confiscated his belongings before he woke up and shot them by Surprise the& that #jprince Jr wasn’t envolved #nbayoungboy
Bam Adebayo on LaMelo Ball injuring him in the play-in game👀
“It doesn’t make sense that 3 or 4 plays can go by and you can review a three point shot. You can’t review a hostile act?…LaMelo makes what 30M a year? The 60K fine he’s not going to see…nobody is going to know the truth but LaMelo if it was dirty or not…”
(via Miami Heat YT)
My gambling addiction didn’t start with losing… it started with winning. A $117,000 first-TD parlay turned into almost $450,000 in a month. I thought I was untouchable… buying gifts for everyone, covering every dinner, buying whole bars shots… I always made sure everyone else was good.
But I wasn’t.
When the winning stopped, I didn’t. I chased everything. And at night, while everyone I loved slept, I’d lie in the dark with my phone lighting up my face… losing money I didn’t have, feeling myself slowly disappear.
The worst part wasn’t the money… it was who I became. Lying to everyone. Lying to myself. Smiling in public while I was destroying my life in private… losing the trust of the people who loved me most.
Every night I’d say, “I’m done.”
Every morning I’d wake up and check the lines before I checked on the people I loved…a spouse, a sick parent, a newborn child.
That’s a kind of sadness I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
If you’re living like that… hiding, hurting, exhausted… I see you. I was you and you are me. My DMs are open. You don’t have to go through this alone.
Blaise B❤️