I’m usually very realistic and rational until like a day before the deadline where I get delusional hoping for miracles I hope I wake up to, or experience something good tomorrow for my Rockets...if we do, I might pop bottles for BraBra, and I don’t even drink like that anymore
I usually hate twitter randos dropping rumours but I told myself that if Glen Robinson went to Philly I'd be an apostle. Join the faithful, my friend.