3 - Game One
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PHILADELPHIA_85
Allen Iverson:
Minutes Played: 47 FGM-A: 9-22 3GM-A: 4-8 FTM-A 8-8 Rebounds: 1 Assists: 10 Personal Fouls: 2 Steals: 4 Turnovers: 7 Blocked Shots: 1 Points: 30
Allen Iverson flies in a jet, taking his team The Philadelphia 76ers to meet The Detroit Pistons (who are the Defending NBA Champions) on their homecourt in The Motor City.
So began GAME 1.
Allen Iverson lead his team on a fast-paced initial charge which saw them up by sixteen points in the early goings of the contest! The 76ers burst onto the court like lightning, dribbling like howitzers and cutting like fighter jets. Suffice it to say they were out on the fast-break! However, as the game progressed, the Pistons slow and unyielding machinations began to resemble the massive steel goliaths which manufacture automotibles in their hometown and they ground the game to a stand-still, instating the crushing gravity of their half-court mastery.
Despite Iverson's heroic efforts and forty-seven minutes of untiring play, his team was defeated, primarily due to being out-rebounded forty-eight to thirty-five. Together the gargantuan twins Rasheed and Ben retreived twenty rebounds, with each of the Wallaces obtaining an even ten.
After the game, Allen Iverson changed from his courtwear to a stylish suit and tie with seemingly impossible rapidity. He also wore blue-suede shoes. He walked out into the cool Detroit evening and arrived at the luxurious and well-appointed hotel before any of his teammates. He entered into the sanctuary of his private suite and locked the door, using both the regular lock and the brassy deadbolt chain. Alone inside, he removed a gleaming, jewel-encrusted dagger from a desk drawer and cut off his own ears. There was no blood and, as he laid his ears upon the desk, it became apparent that these were prosthetic ears made from wax. He removed two golden pins from the two fleshy folds tucked into the curves of his regal cornrows. Unencumbered, his natural ears sprung to attention, revealing themselves to be long and pointed. Subsequently, he removed two contact lenses with the tip of his finger. His natural eyes glowed a ghostly blue in the shadows of the unilluminated hotel room.
Afterwards, Allen Iverson retired to bed. He slipped his naked body between the 300-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets which one only finds at the finest hotels. He closed his eyes and hoped for a deep and rejuvenating sleep so that he would be able to arise early and begin practicing for the next game which would take place in three days time.
PHILADELPHIA_85
Allen Iverson:
Minutes Played: 47 FGM-A: 9-22 3GM-A: 4-8 FTM-A 8-8 Rebounds: 1 Assists: 10 Personal Fouls: 2 Steals: 4 Turnovers: 7 Blocked Shots: 1 Points: 30
Allen Iverson flies in a jet, taking his team The Philadelphia 76ers to meet The Detroit Pistons (who are the Defending NBA Champions) on their homecourt in The Motor City.
So began GAME 1.
Allen Iverson lead his team on a fast-paced initial charge which saw them up by sixteen points in the early goings of the contest! The 76ers burst onto the court like lightning, dribbling like howitzers and cutting like fighter jets. Suffice it to say they were out on the fast-break! However, as the game progressed, the Pistons slow and unyielding machinations began to resemble the massive steel goliaths which manufacture automotibles in their hometown and they ground the game to a stand-still, instating the crushing gravity of their half-court mastery.
Despite Iverson's heroic efforts and forty-seven minutes of untiring play, his team was defeated, primarily due to being out-rebounded forty-eight to thirty-five. Together the gargantuan twins Rasheed and Ben retreived twenty rebounds, with each of the Wallaces obtaining an even ten.
After the game, Allen Iverson changed from his courtwear to a stylish suit and tie with seemingly impossible rapidity. He also wore blue-suede shoes. He walked out into the cool Detroit evening and arrived at the luxurious and well-appointed hotel before any of his teammates. He entered into the sanctuary of his private suite and locked the door, using both the regular lock and the brassy deadbolt chain. Alone inside, he removed a gleaming, jewel-encrusted dagger from a desk drawer and cut off his own ears. There was no blood and, as he laid his ears upon the desk, it became apparent that these were prosthetic ears made from wax. He removed two golden pins from the two fleshy folds tucked into the curves of his regal cornrows. Unencumbered, his natural ears sprung to attention, revealing themselves to be long and pointed. Subsequently, he removed two contact lenses with the tip of his finger. His natural eyes glowed a ghostly blue in the shadows of the unilluminated hotel room.
Afterwards, Allen Iverson retired to bed. He slipped his naked body between the 300-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets which one only finds at the finest hotels. He closed his eyes and hoped for a deep and rejuvenating sleep so that he would be able to arise early and begin practicing for the next game which would take place in three days time.
posted by Matthew Lie - Paehlke | 5:14 PM
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seriously? an A.I. blog?
that deleted comment was from me. me had a typo.
actually, i typed some top secret info and decided that you're not ready for it yet.
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