Page 1 of our letter to Brandon Roy, drafted the night it was announced he was out indefinitely. The only thing we had on hand at the bar: cocktail napkins, a fine tip sharpie, and Hornitos. Turns out that penmanship and tequila have an inverse relationship.
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TheQ4
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…you win games.Simple. Everyone wins. Your knees win. Paul Allen wins. Season ticket holders win. The Juice is sitting to my left. He will sell you his meniscus. Cheap. Well, cheap for you: six-digits. Not bad considering how many… (see Page 3).
TB:IC:JN:LW
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…Championships you will win. Lots. Tons. Billions. So think it over. Small cash investment = Rings. Go Blazers. Go you.
Love,
Juice.
PS: Tell Oden to start rehabing better and stop taking shots with my friends at Barracuda.
TB:IC:JN:LW
lol
The Faith don't panic, the Faith freaks out, burns out small farms and villages in the name of the Faith.
Seriously
My meniscus is really good. Someone get this to Brandon. Don’t worry guys. The Juice is going to fix our problem.
I want Greg Oden to tuck me in at night and tell me stories about the old times
"They get the shot we want and we get f***ed by f***ing Juwan Howard" -Mark Cuban
"It's a good thing." -Andre Miller
Ha!
I was sitting there when this was drafted. This letter is legit. Authentic. It really happened.
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