Devin Booker

[bondom34]

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Booker's a snowflake that takes roids is what I gathered.

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[GeraldsGreenery]

Booker right back in the gym after his bad game

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[Frank Lee]

Devin gives us all ' bwood'

[Saberestar]

Watson said Booker is playing through ankle and Achilles' pain. He said he could tell how the guard moved that Booker wasn't 100 percent.

Said Booker: "Most games (the ankle) loosens up and then I'm able to go. Tonight, it was stiff most of the night. Came back here (to the locker room) and tried to work on it and just couldn't get it going. But like I said, I'm sure 9 out of 10 people on the floor have something going on, so no excuse there."

http://www.azcentral.com/story/sports/nba/suns/2017/03/18/aaron-gordon-orlando-magic-outlast-phoenix-suns/99341308/

[bigfoot]

I can see it ... shut Booker down for the rest of the season and start Jones at SG.

[Villalobos]

At least rest him a game or two.

[Blackification]

At least rest him a game or two.

Preferable against the Nets since thats the most winnable game we have

[GMATCallahan]

At least rest him a game or two.

Perhaps the Suns could have actually not chosen to terminate Bledsoe's season fifteen games early and instead made decisions on a game-to-game basis depending on various players' health?

With nothing to play for, Booker should not be playing through a minor injury. Conversely, if Bledsoe's knees are feeling fine, he ought to at least be an option for any remaining game.

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Best ever!

“Ay yo, Rook, come over here a second,” Tyson says.
Devin shoots the ball and runs over to the opposite end of the court. Tyson stands tall, surrounded by an aura of sorts, a mysticism to his disposition.
“Yes, sir?” Devin asks.
“Did you get the doughnuts for shootaround tomorrow?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All the right flavors? You check the list?”
“Yes, sir.” Devin nods each time he says it.
“Alright, we’re good.” Tyson examines Devin. “Why are you so timid? Always ‘yes, sir this, yes, sir that.’ Where’s the fire?”
“The fire?” Devin asks.
“F*** yeah, the fire. Are you always like this? This quiet?”
Devin shrugs his shoulders. “I guess. It’s just my nature.”
“Nah, f*** that,” Tyson says, slamming the ball against the court. It bounces again and again and again before rolling to an idle stop. “You’ve gotta go in. You’ve gotta be a killer. You’ve gotta put in work, son.”
“Man, I am putting in work. I’m doing the best I can do.”
“See, that right there. You’ve gotta change the attitude. I mean, yeah, you working hard, but there’s always more. You’ve gotta see the guy next to you, size him up, get in his skin, and outwork him. And the next guy. And the next. And the next …”
His speech is interrupted by the sound of Coach Watson bringing the group together. Devin stands for a moment, in wonder, entranced by those words.

The next morning, his eyes awake to the sun settled in his bedroom window, the light descending and filling the room. Rolling himself out of bed, he walks to the bathroom. Splashing cold water onto his face, he inspects himself in the mirror. Something is different, he thinks. There is a flame that has been lit inside the young man. A flame that burns brighter than the young man has ever felt before. An insatiable desire for knowledge, for skill, for experience. A hunger and a drive, both unmistakable and truly palpable. He screams into the mirror, roused by the elation and fear the cry brings him.

“The usual, Devin?” the barber asks.
Devin looks up into the mirror, just as he did earlier that morning. “F*** that,” he says. “Let’s put a line in there.”
The bravado surprises the barber. Timidly, he asks, “a line on the side, here?”
“F*** it,” Devin says assertively. “Make it two, m*****f*****.”
“Yes, sir,” the barber replies. He flips the switch on the clippers. The humming sound of the vibrating blades unnerves him more. He feels the weight within the pit of his stomach, afraid of what is seated in front of him. But amid the anxiety, there is hope. Maybe this guy could be it, he thinks to himself. Maybe he’s our savior.

He begins cutting the hair.

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Best ever!

“Ay yo, Rook, come over here a second,” Tyson says.
Devin shoots the ball and runs over to the opposite end of the court. Tyson stands tall, surrounded by an aura of sorts, a mysticism to his disposition.
“Yes, sir?” Devin asks.
“Did you get the doughnuts for shootaround tomorrow?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All the right flavors? You check the list?”
“Yes, sir.” Devin nods each time he says it.
“Alright, we’re good.” Tyson examines Devin. “Why are you so timid? Always ‘yes, sir this, yes, sir that.’ Where’s the fire?”
“The fire?” Devin asks.
“F*** yeah, the fire. Are you always like this? This quiet?”
Devin shrugs his shoulders. “I guess. It’s just my nature.”
“Nah, f*** that,” Tyson says, slamming the ball against the court. It bounces again and again and again before rolling to an idle stop. “You’ve gotta go in. You’ve gotta be a killer. You’ve gotta put in work, son.”
“Man, I am putting in work. I’m doing the best I can do.”
“See, that right there. You’ve gotta change the attitude. I mean, yeah, you working hard, but there’s always more. You’ve gotta see the guy next to you, size him up, get in his skin, and outwork him. And the next guy. And the next. And the next …”
His speech is interrupted by the sound of Coach Watson bringing the group together. Devin stands for a moment, in wonder, entranced by those words.

The next morning, his eyes awake to the sun settled in his bedroom window, the light descending and filling the room. Rolling himself out of bed, he walks to the bathroom. Splashing cold water onto his face, he inspects himself in the mirror. Something is different, he thinks. There is a flame that has been lit inside the young man. A flame that burns brighter than the young man has ever felt before. An insatiable desire for knowledge, for skill, for experience. A hunger and a drive, both unmistakable and truly palpable. He screams into the mirror, roused by the elation and fear the cry brings him.

“The usual, Devin?” the barber asks.
Devin looks up into the mirror, just as he did earlier that morning. “F*** that,” he says. “Let’s put a line in there.”
The bravado surprises the barber. Timidly, he asks, “a line on the side, here?”
“F*** it,” Devin says assertively. “Make it two, m*****f*****.”
“Yes, sir,” the barber replies. He flips the switch on the clippers. The humming sound of the vibrating blades unnerves him more. He feels the weight within the pit of his stomach, afraid of what is seated in front of him. But amid the anxiety, there is hope. Maybe this guy could be it, he thinks to himself. Maybe he’s our savior.

He begins cutting the hair.

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[CobraCommander]

Devin Booker did WHAT?????!?!?!?! HE did WHAT?




Im GLAD this monster is in the west- please resign him now...

[bwgood77]

For the record, it appears most Boston fans applaud what he did, and it is just a few in the minority that have are sour..and some Lakers fans.

[Hesh]

For the record, it appears most Boston fans applaud what he did, and it is just a few in the minority that have are sour..and some Lakers fans.

Why the Lakers though? is it the d'angelo thing?

[bwgood77]

For the record, it appears most Boston fans applaud what he did, and it is just a few in the minority that have are sour..and some Lakers fans.

Why the Lakers though? is it the d'angelo thing?

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[MrMiyagi]

For the record, it appears most Boston fans applaud what he did, and it is just a few in the minority that have are sour..and some Lakers fans.

Why the Lakers though? is it the d'angelo thing?

Haven't you heard? D'Angelo is the best player in the world. The only thing conceivable package he could be traded for is D'Lo and Mozgov for Boogie, AD and their 1st round picks for the next decade.