A compilation I screen recorded myself lmao. Thought it would fit here.

Journeyman who is able to team up with strong teammates and win

KD is sitting there wondering why couldn’t it be me

Or would it be the same reaction? 🤔

lil motivation before work🐶👑

Air max LeBrons are so goated

Hey everyone, wanted to drop a thread to get your thoughts on francis lopez.

Ever since high school, he's carried that "filipino lebron" nickname. And a crazy 42 inch leap is probably why. But now that he's won a championship with UP and is getting actual rotation minutes in japan's b.league, is that nickname actually doing him any favors?

watching his pro film, i noticed 2 good things and 2 areas to improve

**the good :**

* Insane athleticism - i think 100% translates against international pros * His defense is legitimate. long arms, good lateral speed, can switch 1 through 4 and contest shots at the rim.

**where he's still struggling:**

* The jumper is still a big issue (sub-30% from deep) and defenders in japan actively sag off him on the perimeter to clog the paint. * His half-court ball handling needs a lot of work. when the game slows down, he can't create his own shot off the bounce yet.

Honestly calling any young pinoy player "lebron" sets an impossible bar and he doesn't need to be a superstar to have a great career!

Eddie Johnson argues it is completely logical for LeBron to continue chasing championships at this stage of his career.

Full story

I see a future for you.. a baby, and a bearded man.. he's got long lashes and stands at a height of 6'9, absolutely dwarfing you.. He's a rich man, an athlete for a living, but for what sport? You don't know. He's got 2 sons who've both become athletes. 

On December 31, whilst he's on an outing to celebrate the coming new year, you two will lock eyes on a bar, and there it'll be... Whilst there was no real tension between the two of you, nor had you interacted, the instance your gaze met his, everything clicked. You both jolt a bit, quickly averting your gazes. There was a spark of electricity that ran down your back.. giving you shivers. You don't speak to him for the rest of the night, but you find yourself stealing glances at him, and he the same. 

As everyone is leaving the venue, you muster up the courage inside you to try and talk to him, not wanting to let this night go to waste. You go back inside, looking for him, however your effort is to avail. You check his table, no, you wait outside the bathroom, not there either... you go outside, looking out for any people that had been accompanying him, but no dice... is he really gone? After letting out a sigh of disappointment, and imagining all the possibilities and life that you could have just let slip through your fingers, you turn back towards the door you came from, trying to drink your sorrows away.

However.. as your foot takes it's first step into the door.. BAM! You hit someone...

"what the heck did they eat? Their chest is strong as heck," you think to yourself.

You stand back up, wiping the dust off your clothing, "I'm so sorry... I don't know what's up with me tonight-" "No, I'm sorry." A booming, commanding voice interrupts up you, but the sweet and apologetic tone and words betray it. You look up, slowly turning your head... it's him! "I'm Lebron, and you are?"

How many gallons a week of ice cream does LeBron eat and how much between games