#ft some nance <3
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1, 3, 12, 13, 15, 19, 23, 24, 25, 27! Or I’d say any 5 from this list that you want lol because this is a lot
Oh boy [cracks knuckles]
1: favorite fic you wrote this year
Definitely the Christmas fic! I just enjoy the fluff so much and I worked really hard on it.
3: favorite line/scene you wrote this year
I answered this one with the ao3 wrapped asks forever ago but I’ll say it again! I like the imagery in this scene and this is where I think my descriptive writing and sense of metaphors really fell into place, from bad idea!
The girl in front of Robin moved back and forth, alcohol strong on her breath. She laughed as Robin spun her and pulled her close, her breath hot on the stranger’s ear. She made pointed eye contact across the bar, watching as Nancy was illuminated in soft pink. It matched the shade of her lips—the blush Robin wanted to put on her cheeks.
Blue light shone down on Robin and the stranger, gleaming in the former’s stormy eyes as they met with Nancy’s ocean.
Waves crashed and lightning struck, filling the room with unbearable electricity. The lights met and flared in an intense clash of violet sky, and Robin knew she was doomed to be lost at sea. Her heart was racing with exertion and excitement, drawn against her will to the other girl—the girl who wanted to kill her. The girl who was probably planning her demise at this very moment. The thought was exhilarating.
12: favorite character to write about this year
Nancy Wheeler my beloved <33 She’s just such a complex, malleable character. I love writing her personality and trying to figure out how she would respond in certain scenarios—and since the Duffers won’t let her explore her trauma, I will!! Also as an eldest daughter burnt out gifted kid… She’s very projection shaped
13: favorite writing song/album/artist of this year
Stick Season by Noah Kahan for sure! I still would really, really like to write a string of one shots for each song, but especially Growing Sideways, Northern Attitude, and The View Between Villages. I love his music and his voice and I think it’s very easy to ronancify this album lol
15: something you learned this year
Oh this one is fun. Imma be cheesy about it. I learned to stop letting what other people think of me get in the way of having fun. I was so against ever writing fic because “I don’t want to be cringe and get made fun of.” Fuck that. I am cringe and it’s FUN. I will own it with pride. I like my silly little self indulgent fics.
19: any new fics to start next year
Oh god so many. I’m not kidding when I say I’m past 30 on the WIP/idea list. I’ll toss some favorites tho:
say you’re gonna come back: one shot based on Sports Car by Valley, Ronance reunite and fall in love all over again years down the road
there in the garden, she looked my way: beauty and the beast au multi chapter featuring vampire Nancy and just so much pining
she will pull the trigger: monster hunter Nance and werewolf Rob and they’re both GNC ft toxic lesbianism because wanting to kill each other is sexy
23: fics you wanted to write but didn’t
I’m still thinking so hard about run, devil, run, which was a Wild West au featuring werewolf Nance and vampire Rob but I don’t think that one will stick. I go through a circle of phases of really stubborn hyperfixations and the wild west pops up as one of them but never stays for long. Was feeling it for a week, wrote one scene, then sort of dropped it to lowest priority
24: favorite fic you read this year
Oh god there are so many. I refuse to pick just one, but I’ll stick with 3 I think.
One of them (surprise) is you! a never ending story changed my brain chemistry. dungeon master rules lawyer repressed furious mega nerd comphet religious guilt traumatized Nancy my beloved!!!! Not saying I’d get a tattoo based off a fic but I am saying a d20 on 13 would be so cool… (also special shout out to DITM, I love that one dearly too, especially Martha) I also ADORE when you can tell a writer is into poetry and it shows in their word. Flowery prose and heart shattering metaphors my beloved
I have sung praises about this fic and I’ll fucking do it again. Bloodletting my beloved. I am once again in awe of the way @lavenderlevetan weaves the story and connects all the pieces. I love the dynamic and the way the tension builds. I am feral about vampires and biting, sue me.
And I have to say put me in the movies (on a king sized silver screen) by @sapphicriley is also one of my all time favorites. I love the back and forth banter and it’s sweet and fluffy and it’s just a feel good fic and I like to reread it when I’m feeling down. Another example of poetic writing as well <33
25: a fic you read this year that you would recommend everyone read
Well all of the one from above ofc. Also dancing in the moonlight. Also,,, Raise Dead by @eskawrites killed me and healed me. If you can handle the angst, this one is an incredible read and I cannot recommend it enough. I don’t really cry when reading, but this one actually had me in tears in the best way.
27: favorite fanfic author of the year
This is like asking me to pick a favorite child. God. I’m terms of writing, I have to say it’s between a few, but there’s this one rando who wrote this D&D fic and also one about monster fucking. You might have heard of her? I think her name is summersociety or something.
I also adore @lavenderlevetan (I will continue to scream about Bloodletting forever!!!) and you guys are in for a treat with some of the WIP sneak peeks I’ve gotten from @suwunnysideup
And I have to say every single one of my mutuals are just such incredible, talented writers, and such amazing friends. I love you all. 🥺
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Understanding
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Recommended Listening: Understanding x Xscape, Purple Emoji (ft. J. Cole) x Ty Dolla $ign, My World x Asian
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If you were going to win an award that afternoon, it’d be for attire, not confidence. Your expertly crafted golf outfit was the only thing willing your feet forward once you parked your car in front of Senior’s golf course.
Black women and men dressed like modern Jet magazine ads waltzed in and out of the clubhouse while you scanned the area for your party. You’d been to your fair share of golf courses, but none as exquisite as The National. Marble accents complemented modern brass finishes and unbeatable views of the city. The desire to take photos for your father was almost too much to shake, but you managed to play it cool. Acting out of place was surely some type of faux pas for the wealthy.
Across the way, Senior sat at the bar sipping a glass of water while thumbing through a newspaper. His furrowed brow was identical to Yahya’s whenever he was knee-deep in work or a good book. The mental comparison made you smile before ushering in a tinge of sadness. For two people so undeniably similar, they were miles apart physically and mentally.
You navigated through groups of young and old alike on the way to the bar.
“You made it on time,” Senior spoke without looking up from a story on education budget cuts.
“I made it with time to spare.”
“You don’t get praise for doing what’s right.”
“Think of how much better things would be if we did.”
Senior paused his reading to take a deep breath and shake his head. You mentally berated yourself for overstepping so soon. Not even five minutes into the outing and you had already committed an avoidable infraction
Yahya I prolonged the unbearable silence as he continued to read through another article, reading each line painstakingly slow while you watched in agony.
“I apologize. That was unnecessary.”
“I’ll ask you again,” he spoke, finally looking away from the newspaper to study your face. “Let’s leave the character right here. We’re here for a purpose, so grab your clubs and follow me to the first hole. I hope your game is as good as you are at running your mouth.”
Taking his retort in stride, you quickly grabbed your set of clubs and followed with no objections. “After you.”
Senior found himself immediately impressed though he wouldn’t verbalize his feelings. He watched you breeze through each hole with near expert precision, opening a series of questions at hole 5 during casual small talk.
“Where’d you say you were from again?”
“A tiny town in South Carolina that you probably wouldn’t know.”
“Try me,” he answered while taking stock of his position on the fairway.
“Anderson, South Carolina. Home of Larry Nance and the great Chadwick Boseman.”
“Can’t forget James Kennedy, Young Lady.”
You cocked your head back in surprise. “What you know about Radio? I mean outside of what the movie says?”
Senior remained quiet long enough to take a hard swing. The loud “whiff” of his driver slicing through crisp, clean air didn’t match the stroke’s output. Both of you watch the golf ball sail high into the air before making a landing well short of the intended destination. Senior shook his head at the miscalculation before turning to answer your question.
“Black folks from all over are connected, even without all that Snapgram and Facebook foolishness.”
“I could argue it’s helped, right? How else would you be able to share your granddaughter’s first steps with the whole family?”
“In photo albums. You might not remember those, but they did us just fine.”
“Yeah, but it’s instantaneous conversation and information. Who wouldn’t want that?”
“Maybe instantaneous conversation is the problem. We aren’t making enough time to stop and really think about what we’re saying to each other.”
“Mm.” You let the conversation naturally taper before following Senior to his golf cart. The rolling hills provided enough scenery to keep you interested while you sorted the words in your head.
“I think we may have started off on the wrong foot.” You spoke once the cart came to a full stop. Senior trailed behind in silence, gathering a new club while watching you examine the other golfers in the area.
“You’re rather observant.”
You chuckled and plucked a club from your bag. “I’ve been told. Yahya calls me Eagle Eye when I catch something he’s already talked about ten minutes ago.”
“It’s what his Big Mama used to call his Pop-Pop for the same thing. That man was notoriously late to the punchline.” The nostalgia in Yahya I’s voice caught you off guard though he didn’t see your minor fumble. Something in his retelling appealed to your sense of compassion in a way that you considered long gone when it came to him.
“Let’s not beat around the bush. You have an issue with my presence that we should discuss. Because I can assure you, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Bold,” Senior responded with a sarcastic laugh. He gestured to nothing in particular as you squared up to take a swing and nodded. “And direct. Continue.”
You took a moment to hit a line drive toward the green in the distance, using the movement as an outlet for the unexpected nerves churning your stomach. Both of you quietly watch the golf ball for its final resting place before you turned to speak.
“You are extremely hard to please, and it is literally ruining your family. Yahya does everything in his power, and, excuse my French, you don’t seem to give a fuck. Why is that?”
“What makes you think that my love isn’t what makes me push him to be the best that he can? It may not be the fluff and frills you’re used to in your home, but it’s what he needs to get him to his potential.”
“Did it help you?”
Senior mistakenly allowed a quick moment of confusion to take over his features. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
“You tell me. When’s the last time you enjoyed a laugh with your family or felt like you could just...be? You’re carrying a weight that is crushing the people around you, and you don’t even see it.”
“You don’t…” Senior caught his words and bottled them behind his lips. He took a deep breath as he approached his golf ball and took a half-hearted swing. Noticing his misstep, he shook his head. “I’m from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. My father, Yahya’s Pop-Pop, moved my mother and me to a shotgun shack to find work when things weren’t quite shaking out back home. He was in and out of trouble and such. Couldn’t get right, but he had a natural knack for building and design.”
A nearby group of golfers erupted into laughter, helping to break up some tension.
“So architecture’s been in the family for a while,” you asked. Yahya I curled the corner of his lips into a far-off smile.
“A long, long time. It got us out of that shack when my siblings came along and into a house with our own rooms and a backyard. But, my father was a hard man. Hard to please, you know,” he laughed, making a reference to your earlier words. “He wanted the best from me, and he made damn sure he got it. I needed that to get my head out of the clouds.”
“You also needed some reassurance.”
“Perhaps. But, what’s done is done. I look at what I’ve built with no complaints, especially when it comes to my boys. I couldn’t be more proud of the men they’ve become.”
Senior’s proud smile almost looked foreign on his face. You’d never seen more than an indifferent expression or the slight twinge of anger smoldering behind his eyes.
Leaning on your club, you kept your eyes forward to gaze out over the course.
“Yahya would love to hear that. I don’t know if you know this, but he is desperately searching for your approval. There is not enough praise from me or anyone else that could replace knowing that you’re proud of him. Yet, as much as he would like to tell you these things himself, he’s afraid that you’ll think less of him for being vulnerable.”
“I could never think less of the boy. Tough love is still love.”
“Maybe for you,” you added, shrugging. “But, what good is continuing this cycle if it’s hurting the children you claim to love and the grandchildren after them?”
Senior dropped his head in thought before looking up with an unreadable expression. “Deuce will be fine. He’s all the best parts of his mother. I...I’m confident he’ll figure out fatherhood on his own despite my shortcomings. We raised him well.”
“Forgive me if I’m overstepping -”
“That has never stopped you before, young lady.” His light-hearted chuckle invited you to follow suit.
“Fair point,” you laughed. “So, let me cut to the chase. Allowing Yahya to just ‘figure things out’ is a passive existence. Yahya says you’re constantly reminding him to take things into his own hands. Sounds like you should take your own advice. Be the parts of your father that you needed at 33.”
Instead of acknowledging your advice, Senior twirled his club in his hand on the way to the golf cart. He maintained an impenetrable poker face that even the most skilled readers couldn’t interpret. You silently hoped that at least some of your words had made it through his thick skull, but you chose to let the discussion meet a natural end.
As he started the cart, Senior turned to you and smiled. “How the hell you learn to swing like that? I know it wasn’t in Anderson.”
“Hey, we play a little golf here and there!”
“Where? Out in the woods?”
“No, out in the Bayou like you did.”
A small smirk crept across your face as Yahya I chuckled at your joke. He sounded identical to Yahya, full of mirth and beautiful melodies.
“The ole Bayou,” he repeated in a thick accent. “You ain’t seen a place more beautiful in your life.”
“Maybe Yahya and I could visit one day.”
He quickly looked over and shrugged. “Maybe. For now, you focus on defending this lead. I think I’m getting back into my rhythm.”
Senior couldn’t make a convincing comeback, but he did show glimpses of a softer, more personable disposition. He cracked jokes on occasion and asked questions that turned the conversation from a therapy session to banter between associates. Your mind traveled to the possibility of civil family dinners or vacations during the ride home. Though it seemed silly to create imaginary scenarios after one conversation, you couldn’t help the urge to see a better future.
Your happiness helped you float into your shared apartment, making Yahya smile when he caught a glimpse of your wide grin and short skirt.
“Damn, girl,” he hollered from the couch with Leche cradled in his arms. “If Tiger was out there cheeked up like that, I might’ve paid a little more attention to the golf network.”
“Oh, really?”
Your raised eyebrow made Yahya kiss his teeth once he caught on to the joke. “You know what I meant. Where you been anyway?”
“Oh, I was just out doing a little golfing...with your dad.”
“Right. That was today, huh?”
Even Yahya’s best attempt at feigning interest, his question came out in a flat drone typically used on annoying coworkers. You dropped your purse and keys against a nearby barstool on the way to his spot on the couch.
“It was today. I think we had a good time,” you answered as you slid your arms around his neck from behind, placing a gentle kiss behind his ear. “He didn’t yell at me.”
“You must’ve kissed his ass the entire time.”
“No. We talked about how great I am at golf. I mean, I kicked his ass.”
“Good on you, baby girl. Bring honor to our house.” In a surprise maneuver, Yahya pulled you over the couch and into the space beside him. “Is that all?”
Silence blanketed the room, allowing the college basketball game in the background to have center stage. You considered your options carefully, weighing the pros of a potential argument against a peaceful Saturday indoors. Yahya turned his attention back to the television as he waited for a response.
“Did you hear me, baby? He didn’t say anything rude to you, did he?”
“No!” You blurted. Taking a deep breath, you slowly slid the remote off the coffee table and pressed the power button. Yahya blinked twice at his reflection on the black television screen before turning to you for answers. Your fingers danced across his thighs to interlock with his long digits.
“I think...I think we need to have a real talk about your dad.”
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Bristol 1s v Hertfordshire 1s
Last Wednesday saw a Wednesday Night Lights and the deciding game in the southern prem. With Cardiff Met winning their game a few hours earlier, Bristol needed to win or draw to remain in the top spot…#stress
The crowds were absolutely huge. Around 140 people showed up to Coombe Dingle – including club members, flatmates and of course Laura’s dad. There was also an online following via the insta livestream coming from all over the world, Jessie Robbo in Australia, Ellie Vaughan in France, Sazza Crookes in Spain and Alice Shiner in Truro.
The game was underway, and Hertfordshire had an early chance, but it was shoved aside by Amaia. Hertfordshire continued to threaten Bristol and managed to meg Ash (oops), but don’t fear, Chey was there to cover. There were fabulous clearances from Big Nance and Laura’s beautiful head. Bristol began to gain control of the game and were pushing relentlessly into Hertfordshire’s half. The first of around a million free kicks was taken by Anna, where she whipped it into the box, only for it to go out for a corner (BOO). It appeared that Liz had been taking skills tips from the infamous Helly Blyth as she managed a bicycle kick straight into her own face. (Don’t worry Liz; the fact that you hit the ball means you’re one up on Helly already.) Trim, obviously stunned by Liz’s amazing skills, decided that she should try her luck in goal, randomly switching places with Amaia before realising she is not the keeper and getting back into position to help clear the ball.
Laura ‘the bun’ Barrett was provided with an opportunity and all the time in the world. She played the ball at her feet for the majority of Bristol’s half before playing a brilliant ball up the field. In a sequence of events we cannot recall, Bristol lost the ball and then gave away a free kick (again, the first of many). Now in Bristol’s half, an unnamed player (Laura) slapped the ball with her silly hand, but fortunately the ref didn’t see it!!! Meanwhile, on the side lines, Helly proceeded to tell the entire chicken shed group and the online viewers about her disgusting lasagne that she cooked after a night out (???!!) – if I remember correctly it consisted of tomato puree, garlic and mushrooms and resembled water, but you’ll have to ask Helly for the intimate details and the recipe!!
Back to the pitch, and Chey is giving everyone a skill school lesson, getting round 4 Hertfordshire players. The beauty continued with a ball from Henna to the middle of the field, described as ‘sex on a plate’ by Jess M. Sounds nicer than Helly’s lasagne LOL bants. Henna continues the play with a long shot on goal which floats just wide. Back to the chicken shed, and the security decides to ruin the atmosphere by stealing the tinnies that the supporters were drinking so sophisticatedly and subtly – no thank you Coombe!!!
The great balls continued to fly up from the defensive back 4 of Ash, Trim, Phoebe and Laura, with the attackers receiving them and passing them up to the Hertfordshire goal with ultimate finesse. With a vast amount of chances and some lovely football, Bristol couldn’t seem to bag themselves a goal. In sheer anger of the lack of goals, it appears that Laura had decided that the supporters were to blame, booting the ball right into the viewing platform in the chicken side, scaring the heebeegeebees out of the crowd!!! BE CAREFUL LAURA
During all the trauma, Hertfordshire scored what can only be described as the worst goal in history – much like the ones in FIFA when it just rolls in without any power, precision or skill. With a goal under the oppositions belt, and the recent loss of our drinkies (RIP), Bristol were feeling a little deflated, but the support was ongoing nonetheless, with some of the shouting and noises resembling ‘squealing pigs.’ 0-1 Bristol.
Another long ball over the top and their unusually rapid striker (steroids??), plus the lack of time for Bristol to compose themselves, leads to another goal for Hertfordshire, 0-2 Bristol.
Despite the score, Bristol continued to push on, firing shots away and pushing the ball up. A lovely shot by Nancy, after her signature tip toe run up, was saved by the keeper and unfortunately Liz couldn’t make it in time! Liz’s series of unfortunate events continued with a header from a free kick that just couldn’t find the net!!
Hertfordshire pushed for another goal, but it just wasn’t going to happen with Amaia guarding the goal. The play switched and Bristol attacked once again. This time, it was Anna’s time to shine with a mesmerising and delicious shot which was ONLY JUST tipped over by the keeper!! Stop being so mean Hertfordshire… HT 0-2 Bristol
With the second half about to commence, and with India having worked out which way Bristol was shooting, Bristol were quick to dominate and push for every ball, no doubt spurred on by a motivational half time speech courtesy of Bill. Nancy’s cross/shot dropped just behind the goal leaving everyone on the edge of their seats. Frustration was beginning to set in for Henna and Phoebe who were obviously hungry because they absolutely sandwiched a poor Hertfordshire player. Did she deserve it? In the eyes of football Gods, yes.
Balls were flying in consistently, with one from Chey landing on the head of a Hertlessshire player, who nearly headed it into their own net, IF ONLY!! Stella and Anna continued to battle in the middle, chasing down balls and creating opportunities, only to be unluckily caught offside. The subs were getting ready, warming up and gyrating their hips. Striker, Liz, was replaced by Sophie, the super sub. GREAT GAME AMERICAN LIZ
With all the frustration mounting up, Bristol yet again, took out their anger on the supporters, smashing the ball, AS HARD AS LIGHTNING, into the chicken shed!! Junal, also known as the blind ref who went to India’s school #fwends , should have gone to Specsavers as he whipped out his big……..yellow card for our Henny Penny!!! WHAAAAAT??!?!?!??! (said in Liv Rae’s voice) A booking was not enough to stop Bristol from maintaining possession and the pressure on Hertlessshire. In, what has been reported to be her 4th free kick of the game, Stella kicked the ball with a kind of finesse the club has never seen before. It was almost in slow motion, as it sailed over the annoying defender, who didn’t understand that the wall could not be placed directly in front of the ball. It dipped at the right time and was so nearly a goal for Bristol that they so deserved. With tensions running high, Ash came off for some new legs, in the form of Niamh.
With time running out, Anna took it upon herself to blast the ball at the goal, the keeper caught it, but stumbled back, potentially crossing the line, yet it as denied as a goal!!! Absolutely criminal. (WE HAVE THE LIVE FOOTAGE IF YOU WOUD LIKE TO SEE IT JUNAL).
Bristol continued to fire off shots, with Sophie coming close to a goal. After running her socks off (check the lost property for those), Chey came off for Keira, who helped maintain pressure and create opportunities. Phoebe picked up the ball in Bristol’s half and strode down the wing, beating Hertlessshire players left, right and centre, then switching play and placing the box into the box in one foul swoop.
With the last 10 minutes underway, Hertlessshire were searching for ways to waste time. This came in the form of their number 4. I think we all know the one… Having already been booked by the ref for a horrific late tackle on our Henny Penny which caused Jess M to shout, ‘SEE YOU IN THE PARKING LOT’ (wrong continent babes), she clearly hadn’t learned her lesson, ‘heading’ the ball and proceeding to lie on the floor in ‘pain’ whilst ‘crying’ for approximately 2 minutes. After some harsh, but well deserved abuse, from the supporters, Junal grabbed Henna and brought her to chicken shed to reprimand the supporters for being rowdy and just having a giggle. He threatened us with an abandonment of the game. BOOOOO
The end was drawing nigh, but Bristol did not show any sign of giving up. All this came to a HEAD in the 92nd minute with a beautiful free kick from Stella, and a subsequent diving header from Henna, which sent the ball rocketing past the keeper and into the net. 1-2 Bristol. With the crowds in awe and screaming with joy, Bristol ran back to the centre, knowing there was only 40 seconds remaining for them to get another goal. After one last push, Junal blew his……whistle and with that the fight for the league title was sadly over. ☹ FT 1-2 Bristol
Despite the score and the 1s being understandably devastated, they have shown great ability and teamwork throughout the league, and after the promotion to the league only last year, they have so much to be proud of!! The team expressed their gratitude for the amazing support they received not only at the game, but throughout the season. We’d like to thank all of those who have supported the team and want to congratulate the 1s on their amazing performance. Their team spirits and passion for the club and the game are something to be admired. WELL DONE GIRLS, WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU <3 <3 <3 #rawr (I love you in dinosaur)
Squad:
Amaia Emerson
Phoebe Tate
Emily Trim
Laura Barrett
Ash Guest
Stella GM
Henna Butcher
Nancy Gilmartin
Liz Robinson
Cheyenne Denny
Anna Cairns
Niamh Carty
Sophie Price
Keira Madden
Man of the match: Henny Penny (the one and only): for leading the team throughout the league and for showcasing her undeniable tekkers and passion. Also for her runs, headers, shots and for never giving up, mwah (xo)
Dick of the day:Chicken shed fans: for nearly getting the game abandoned (we’re just passionate Junal!!)
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TCAO 3.16 - Bent, Not Broken - Toronto Raptors Vox 18.12.19
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Should the Raptors chase Anthony Davis? Toronto swept the champs, fell in the city of roses, stumbled on the Nuggets and rode the Pacers to a photo-finish victory in the last week. Mikey Charley and Illicit recap these games, take their weekly look at the Bermuda Triangle of Raptors bad stats, discuss James Harden's Jedi allure of the officials, and reason why/for who Toronto should look into acquiring AD. LISTEN NOW!
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Episode Notes:
INTRO
Raptors current standings
Run Dat Back: @Warriors 113-93 W, @Blazers 128-122 L, @Nuggets 95-86, v Pacers
The Jump: v Cavs, @Sixers, @Heat
NBA talk
Fantasy basktball talk
Run Dat Back:
W @Warriors 113-93
Kawhi missed 2nd game with hip bruise
Golden State played all of their Big 4
Lowry 23p/12a/5r/3s, Ibaka 20p/12r/2b, Green 15p/5a/4r, Siakam 13p/3r/3a/2s, FVV 10p/3s
JV injured by Draymond hack, out at least 4 weeks
L @Blazers 128-122
Kawhi returned from injury, Lowry rested
Kawhi 28p/6r/4a, FVV 21p/8a/4b, Green 19p/11r/2b, Ibaka 18p/6r, Miles 13p 3-4 3pt
Siakam 10p/4r before landing on back after hard foul from McCollum in 3rd q
Did not return, day-to-day
Started hot but quickly faded
Got within 1 point early in 4th before Blazers run
L @Nuggets 95-86
Nuggets sweep season series
Both teams banged up, Raptors more critically
No Lowry, Siakam, JV or VanVleet
Nuggets missing Millsap, Barton, Harris, Thomas
Kawhi 29p/14r/4a; Wright 15p/8r/4a; Ibaka 14p/7r
Shooting stats:
40% from the floor, 20% from 3, 64% from the line
Raptors ran out of gas mid 3rd q shorthanded at high altitude
Only 8 players played meaningful minutes
W v Pacers 99-96
Kawhi 28p/10r/6a/4s; Siakam 17p/7r/4a/3s/2b; Monroe 13p/8r; VanVleet 11p/2a
Raptors escaped with the W after trailing for more than 45 minutes of the game
VanVleet hit game-winning 3 with 26 seconds left
Danny Green iced game with two FTs in dying seconds
Kawhi’s 4th quarter dunk on Sabonis sparked comeback rally
Bermuda triangle stats:
Raptors grabbed 32 of 41 available defensive boards for 72%
9 TOs is well below their season average
Shooting 41% fg, 23% 3pt, 76% ft, not good
The Jump:
v Cavs (8-23, 13th in East, 14.5 behind Raps, 4-6, W1)
Beat Pacers last night
Love, Thompson, Clarkson out; Relied on Nance, Sexton, Hood
@Sixers (20-12, 4th in East, 3 back of Raps, 6-4, L1)
3rd meeting of season
Jimmy Butler, just because
@Heat (13-16, 9th in East, 8.5 back of Raps, 6-4, W2)
Dragic out for surgery
Mixture of rotating talent due to injuries
Predictions
Illicit predicts 2-1 week, loss to Miami
Mikey Charley predicts 3-0 week with a healthy Lowry
General NBA Talk:
Harden gets the friendly referee calls
Harden is an impressive player
Getting away with blatant calls/non-calls
Entitlements of MVP status?
Double step-back travel non-call vs Utah
Knee-contact foul on Kyle Kuzma
Anthony Davis trade rumours
**CORRECTION: Anthony Davis is NOT a free-agent this summer**
AD is doing it all for Pelicans to just sometimes win and stay in playoff picture
New Orleans failing to supply adequate teammates to help
AD may opt not to extend with Pelicans
Boston ihas been courting him
LeBron said it would be awesome for AD to join Lakers
Raptors should consider making a bid:
A) To acquire an exceptional talent
B) To prevent the Celtics from forming a super team
Toronto would likely have to give up some combination of Siakam, VanVleet, Powell, Anunoby, draft picks, and probably more
What do you think? Share your thoughts with us @trapd95 on twitter
Fantasy Talk:
Update on Mikey Charley’s and Illicit’s teams in private fantasy league
Update on TCAO team in public fantasy league
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