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A religion without the pretense of morality, wisdom, or transcendence. the “Man Religion”  of  sports ball   Like  a religion  but it’s worse: there's  no actual pretense for   ethical framework, no stories that teach anything but  dominate  or  win . The whole thing is a homogenized near safe , giant, flashing coping mechanism for people terrified of thought especially real introspection.   So just like  church cept you  don't have  to sing along  if  you don't  want to. You don’t  even have  to be  good  at or participate in sports or know real danger don't need  to  have any kind  of  life, just  consume a repackaged  version of  it like everything else.  Again just like  church. Anything but a mailbox full of more bills and a meaningless soul crushing job for just a few minutes. Like  you the players and the fans don’t build anything; they buy symbols or aspire to be branded as one , hollow  symbols to replace actual belonging because they can’t generate meaning or depth or satisfaction on their own. They can’t make art, so they call repetitive idiocy with penalty flags and non stop ads entertainment that's NOT art. They can’t feel ANYTHING CLOSE to awe wouldn't know innovation or individuality if it jumped up and slapped them in the face, so they substitute adrenaline and noise. The whole thing is a homogenized near safe , giant, flashing coping mechanism for people terrified of thought especially real introspection. Vicarious so called achievement or false win or justified loss and anger.  Ritual for the sake of ritual, spectacle for the sake of spectacle, and the constant reinforcement that obedience, consumption, and shallow tribal loyalty are the only measures of value. You don’t HAVE  to pray to feel connected just pay    so exactly like  real church , you scream at a screen to feel relevant.  Competent, capable men. don’t build or create,   they rage consume symbols  logos, jerseys, ads because without them, they'd  have to confront how empty  life actually is. The clergy is replaced by coaches, announcers, and network executives; the sacraments are replaced by beer, nachos, and victory dances. The holy texts are endless replay reels and highlight clips. But there's still a lot of **** touching   so you'll  feel  right  at home. Just don't  wear  the  wrong  colors  to the  wrong place  or  you might  get beaten and  dragged  behind a pick up  truck,  so  yeah  just like..... AND All of it pretends to matter. Replay reels as holy texts. Coaches, announcers, network execs as clergy. Victory dances as sacraments. **** touching and chest pounding as rites of passage. No art, no innovation, no individuality just the constant, flashing, homogenized coping mechanism for people terrified of their own minds. and like church what does it accomplish ? What does anyone actually get or WIN ? ... Bond debt ? head trauma ?
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC
Its a thing, A " real man " thing
A religion without the pretense of morality, wisdom, or transcendence. the “Man Religion”  of  sports ball   Like  a religion  but it’s worse: there's  no actual pretense for   ethical framework, no stories that teach anything but  dominate  or  win . The whole thing is a homogenized near safe , giant, flashing coping mechanism for people terrified of thought especially real introspection.   So just like  church cept you  don't have  to sing along  if  you don't  want to. You don’t  even have  to be  good  at or participate in sports or know real danger don't need  to  have any kind  of  life, just  consume a repackaged  version of  it like everything else.  Again just like  church. Anything but a mailbox full of more bills and a meaningless soul crushing job for just a few minutes. Like  you the players and the fans don’t build anything; they buy symbols or aspire to be branded as one , hollow  symbols to replace actual belonging because they can’t generate meaning or depth or satisfaction on their own. They can’t make art, so they call repetitive idiocy with penalty flags and non stop ads entertainment that's NOT art. They can’t feel ANYTHING CLOSE to awe wouldn't know innovation or individuality if it jumped up and slapped them in the face, so they substitute adrenaline and noise. The whole thing is a homogenized near safe , giant, flashing coping mechanism for people terrified of thought especially real introspection. Vicarious so called achievement or false win or justified loss and anger.  Ritual for the sake of ritual, spectacle for the sake of spectacle, and the constant reinforcement that obedience, consumption, and shallow tribal loyalty are the only measures of value. You don’t HAVE  to pray to feel connected just pay    so exactly like  real church , you scream at a screen to feel relevant.  Competent, capable men. don’t build or create,   they rage consume symbols  logos, jerseys, ads because without them, they'd  have to confront how empty  life actually is. The clergy is replaced by coaches, announcers, and network executives; the sacraments are replaced by beer, nachos, and victory dances. The holy texts are endless replay reels and highlight clips. But there's still a lot of **** touching   so you'll  feel  right  at home. Just don't  wear  the  wrong  colors  to the  wrong place  or  you might  get beaten and  dragged  behind a pick up  truck,  so  yeah  just like..... AND All of it pretends to matter. Replay reels as holy texts. Coaches, announcers, network execs as clergy. Victory dances as sacraments. **** touching and chest pounding as rites of passage. No art, no innovation, no individuality just the constant, flashing, homogenized coping mechanism for people terrified of their own minds. and like church what does it accomplish ? What does anyone actually get or WIN ? ... Bond debt ? head trauma ?
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Yo to keep it 100 - If I could go back in time I wouldn't. Let the records hold they place. I'm done tryin to convince you both the things I been threw. Before my jersey was in the rafters, I was like Vince before he left the Raptors, Bounding over boundaries like I had shox in my shoes. You see I tried to impress the judges - I was shocked by the boo's, My heart turned colder than Toronto cause all my exes were actors, See I had to ditch diplomacy ; depend against my attackers, I felt like a loan warrior and then suddenly - I grew, My limbs stretched further than my imagination, My torso was more so like a river basin, but as my body grew in size , the guilt I carried did too, Before I knew it - my shadow covered the ground like a sheet, Amazed by the mass I had amassed - I was in disbelief I now stood more than 81 ft, Now everything I never knew was within my reach, But peep The burdens that I bear be on some revenant. I fed my guilt, it fed off me - I was JUST like Rick Moranis. I'm Ja Morant or maybe more like Miles Morales.. I'm more and more embarrassed ..by the Aurora Borealus..... left by my shame. I was forced to swallows my pride - **** be ****** up my larynx, But I'm boarding up my barracks, And I'm suggesting you to do the same, I'm running gags like lil homie from home alone, I been on DND ever since karma called my home, Mfs want my jazz but not my blues - I'm more like Karl Malone, I tried to blame the refs for my fugue state, when it was me that here .. in the first place. The victim was the culprit. Over me it loomed - dropped an anvil of anguish like they do in ****** tunes, I'm hangin on by a thread not even lilo could stitch me, Had to walk it like I talk it - fate tied the shoes on my tongue, My skin singed by the sharp pain of the 1000 looks, My skull crushed under the weight of 1000 books, I had to eat my words, I couldn't stomach it, My indigestion was incomprehensible, My miscomprehension of of my tendons was indefensible, The guilt of feelin like a ship with no direction. That gut feelin to cut feelins cause **** get deep like a Cesarean Section..
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Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 5:13 PM UTC
Guilt Chamberlain
Yo to keep it 100 - If I could go back in time I wouldn't. Let the records hold they place. I'm done tryin to convince you both the things I been threw. Before my jersey was in the rafters, I was like Vince before he left the Raptors, Bounding over boundaries like I had shox in my shoes. You see I tried to impress the judges - I was shocked by the boo's, My heart turned colder than Toronto cause all my exes were actors, See I had to ditch diplomacy ; depend against my attackers, I felt like a loan warrior and then suddenly - I grew, My limbs stretched further than my imagination, My torso was more so like a river basin, but as my body grew in size , the guilt I carried did too, Before I knew it - my shadow covered the ground like a sheet, Amazed by the mass I had amassed - I was in disbelief I now stood more than 81 ft, Now everything I never knew was within my reach, But peep The burdens that I bear be on some revenant. I fed my guilt, it fed off me - I was JUST like Rick Moranis. I'm Ja Morant or maybe more like Miles Morales.. I'm more and more embarrassed ..by the Aurora Borealus..... left by my shame. I was forced to swallows my pride - **** be ****** up my larynx, But I'm boarding up my barracks, And I'm suggesting you to do the same, I'm running gags like lil homie from home alone, I been on DND ever since karma called my home, Mfs want my jazz but not my blues - I'm more like Karl Malone, I tried to blame the refs for my fugue state, when it was me that here .. in the first place. The victim was the culprit. Over me it loomed - dropped an anvil of anguish like they do in ****** tunes, I'm hangin on by a thread not even lilo could stitch me, Had to walk it like I talk it - fate tied the shoes on my tongue, My skin singed by the sharp pain of the 1000 looks, My skull crushed under the weight of 1000 books, I had to eat my words, I couldn't stomach it, My indigestion was incomprehensible, My miscomprehension of of my tendons was indefensible, The guilt of feelin like a ship with no direction. That gut feelin to cut feelins cause **** get deep like a Cesarean Section..
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I’m your partner; I’m your bestie; bounce with me, on a daily I’m your supporter; when you’re angry; shoot your shot; express though feelings you know me; ya main friend; ball is life, til the end I’m your master plan… I’m your master plan…
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Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 10:50 AM UTC
Master Plan
legend genes, wild machine test your skills, ok King you know me, biggest fan master plan, ball to man build that stash, let’s make cash now I said what I said I’m your master plan…. I’m your master plan…. I’m your master plan….
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Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 9:44 PM UTC
Master Plan (pt.2)
big dream & grind a player with odd circumstance battle life with a game of chance practice hard through the trails you’ll be rewarded with a great big smile be thankful for the past life will change for you very fast Oh, oh, oh, yeah…..
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Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC
Master Plan (pt.3)
well-defined, bottom line be victorious all the time it’s my guy and just me for all others to see show our talent is our thing scoring bucket’s what we bring I’m your master plan… I’m your master plan… I’m your master plan…
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Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 11:42 PM UTC
Master Plan (pt.4)
only good deeds stay at ease we’re in control of this destiny try to make it pro so desperately get recognize around the world & the big leagues only one plan there’s nothing else win multiple rewards to prove one’s self I know we can make it this chance we can take it Lord, Lord, Lord
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Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 12:32 AM UTC
Master Plan (pt.5)
Defied gravity,changed the game’s formalities and all you have to say is mentality. For the lord of the rings mastery to appear images of 81, a man who shots ended so many suns and trailblazers. Your impact was nothing short of a Big Bang crater, a creator to so many future hoop legends that’s why I’m writing “Dear heaven” cause he did more for us than any lakers possession. A father even in the end, I salute as your jersey ascends there will never be another bean Bryant again.
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 8:03 AM UTC
The 8th wonder of the world
Where Phil's ship set sails With the biggest whales His legend has tales And he spouts no fails In the depth of nails His hammer has gales With winding winds of hales He keeps to his trails Leaving quests that impales Five consecutive NBA finals scales With LeBron and Leonard's pails He fetches more water to rescales With Lakers, his thirst now flails Bringing hope his ship prevails Logan Robertson 7/15/2019
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 3:32 PM UTC
Newly Hired Laker's Assistant Phil Handy
You want me to wear logos in my hair and purchase the matching scarf? A billboard for sale at the human scale Sporting your brand Oh, what a larf! Go Team Go! Print on a throw For the low price of fifty-four dollars I'd rather be happy not buying your sappy stuff that you sport on your collars you tell me to buy because i'll look fly and fill up my closet with swagger Believe when I say not one single day I'll fall to the dance of your dagger!
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
The Official Poem of the NFL
The lights are bright The big boys have come out to play The Brow will flex his might The Beard will ruin your day The Baby Dinosaurs seek to change perception While the greens look for an immaculate deception The Young prince is poised to reassess While The joker will complete the process Forget about hickory town at your peril The Flash looks to prove that he aint sterile The magic men look to climb to the peak Don't you dare take your eyes off The Freak The Chef will be back The enforcer will not crack Rip city looks for the soft touch The stat Padder needs to prove that he's clutch In the land of the lakes there's A KAT with unprecedented power I dare you to step up and challenge the Steifel Tower With all that being said The time to rest has been put to bed For in this majestic tussle to win that ring You still need to come and see the King
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
The King
Basketball is a fine sport Little boys learn to play They run around a court and chase a ball all day Then those boys grow up and join the mighty NBA
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
Basketball Mania
A shout out to LeBron For a big night in Akron A welcome win for the Cavaliers Tonight against the TimberWolves. Cavs finally ended the drought Via the energy they brought. Coach Tyronn Lue drew up a game plan That finally brought a win to the land. Both teams put up a spectacular show Leaving the erratic Cavs fans like wow! The combined 3s of forty was historic, Shot by both teams was really fantastic! Tonight LeBron played like a real GOAT! Playing great basketball from all over the court! The big block on Butler is not what this is about, But the clutched game winner fadeaway he shot! IBPoetry 2/8/2018
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
LeBron's Iconic Fade away
Postin em up dunkin on em like KD that's ****** up Can't slow down Curry for 3 from downtown Takin it Faking it Makin it Draymond makin em look like fools out here blockin shots into next year Don't need that screen off the dribble ***** they mean not lettin up hell no, not even Draymond Green gettin that win everyday splash, this time it's Klay 5 seconds to go in the 4th they hittin one at half court! clutch as **** the other team? good luck..
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
Warriors
When I was eight years old I told my mom I’d play in the NBA. And she believed me. A year later, I was nearly dead. A quick cough in January caged my lungs with such force I could almost hear them fighting for breathing room. I don’t remember much. All that comes to mind is the panic Like an animal that lives inside your skin, That only awakens when he is least needed. I came to with my mind split in half. In reality I was on a stretcher, in a hospital. In my mind, I was chained to a sheet of wood. Floating in a pool. Spread out like the vitruvian man. I watched the water run through my fingers. On second glance, I was not alone at the pool. Men in all black stood around the edges Staring like henchman do at helpless prey. On third glance, I am in a stadium filled with cheering fans. I could never really tell who they were cheering for. One of the men shouts out, and I am drowning. A godlike force pushes through the chain and I am engulfed. No breath. No sound. Just blue and black And the muffles of panic. Only interrupted by a brief resurface And the roar of an audience Followed by blue and black.   My mind began to converge, And two worlds became one again. As the water around me turned to tile, My hands still felt wet from the pool. The nurse asked me why I kept screaming to get out of the water. I never learned how to swim. I never played in the NBA.
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
A World in Which I am King and Everything Works Out
Five for fighting hands to the face personal foul player disgrace Illegal contact leap in the fray willful head shot leg astray Encroachment defense mouth guard out roughing the passer back field bout Grounding the pigskin mis-aligned horse collar tackle clip from behind Knee on knee offside end unnecessary roughness too many men Gross misconduct poke in the eye hooking the shooter sticks up high Match ejection over the top face off folly penalty shot Unsportsmanlike conduct chopping the block slew foot infraction hammer lock Stick to the head kick in the crotch **** end jab adhering the watch Slashing the d-man spearing the wing running the keeper back checking Intentional grounding stoppage in play punching and hacking delay of the game Striking the ref aggressor in fight obstructing the line out ear in a bite Loss of downs hands in the ruck pinching and boarding illegal upchuck Rules of the battle by the bye pushing the limits with a wink of an eye
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
The Sin Bin
It stand for National Basketball Association There is a lots of teams That play in the NBA NBA Basketball teach us to play as a team and To be a team player It gives us determinations Gives us a good feeling Because you can to Anything you what To never give up NBA © Amanda Kay Hill 1/13/17
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
NBA
My name is Young Slug and I write hip hop songs. The lyrics sound as clear as a lady slurping dongs. Martin Luther King once told me that my mother was a **** So I whipped out a baseball bat, and ****** him in the **** I think he liked it too much, cause he was moaning "colonel sanders, stick it in my *** and make me dry like the flanders."
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
Young Slug
Game 7 is too mainstream Let's finish this at Game 6!
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
Warriors!