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Get on feet out of seats with a firm, stretched palm, maybe even stick a tongue out. Get hysterical, elated- get pumped. Yell something trite, That's what I'm talking about! Get a rush from the head to the Seoul, get a fresh set of wings, fly from the hardwood, get elevated. Full-court press be ****** This goes beyond the laces, the cheering, the stoic referee winded- travels hot fast and hard, after the huddle, before the late whistle and the fist-bump. This is success at its most savage, emotion at its rawest, audiences at their most breathless moment. This, son, is the slam dunk. Anything less would be a travesty to the occasion.
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Ode to the Slam Dunk
Get on feet out of seats with a firm, stretched palm, maybe even stick a tongue out. Get hysterical, elated- get pumped. Yell something trite, That's what I'm talking about! Get a rush from the head to the Seoul, get a fresh set of wings, fly from the hardwood, get elevated. Full-court press be ****** This goes beyond the laces, the cheering, the stoic referee winded- travels hot fast and hard, after the huddle, before the late whistle and the fist-bump. This is success at its most savage, emotion at its rawest, audiences at their most breathless moment. This, son, is the slam dunk. Anything less would be a travesty to the occasion.
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
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