payitforward wrote:It's like I said, Zion Williamson is the son of Derrick Williams. How can he succeed. Whereas Rui Hachimura is the Japanese translation of the English name "Kawhi Leonard."
It's so obvious!
With our new GM (Garrison Mathews, the pale-faced Rui Hachimura of shooting guards), we will make people want to forget that they took part in this draft. Executives around the league will fly in & ask if they can be enslaved to us.
This was tiresome schtick the first time you trotted it out. It hasn’t gotten any better with repetition. Maybe take a break? New material? I dunno.
Garrison Mathews, the pale-faced Rui Hachimura of shooting guards, has asked me to point out to you that the Yiddish word, שטיק is usually transliterated as shtick
-- that is, with no "c."
More importantly, given the origin of the word (& name) "Zion" in the Hebrew word צִיּוֹן (acceptably transliterated as Zion
though for a long time it was common to transliterate it as Tzion
, pronouncing the "i" as a long e, which is how it's pronounced in Hebrew, as I'm sure you know from your copy of Gesenius's Hebrew and Chaldee Lexicon
-- my own copy of which is from 1870, the John Wiley version of the London Samuel Bagster & Sons edition. Back then, John Wiley was located at 15 Astor Place, just up the street from Astor Place Hair Stylists
at #4 where I get a cut every time I find myself in Manhattan), about whose use I'm sure you've read in Herder's Spirit of Hebrew Poetry
(first published in 1782 -- in German, obviously -- the edition on my shelf was translated in two volumes by James Marsh & published in Burlington Vt in 1833) I recommend a slight increase in precision when using the word, but even more old friend I recommend that before expressing yourself on any subject related to my person and/or practices you trouble yourself to recollect that everywhere you dip your cup to take a drink of water I have already taken a piss, or, as I'm sure many others have preceded me in expressing in your direction, grow up: & above all, find yourself someone else to use as an excuse to concentrate what meager forces you command & display them to your own & no other's delight. You want to talk basketball? Sure. You want to frost my ass? Do some woodshedding first -- a couple of decades would get you close to where you'd need to be. Alas, I'll be long gone by then. G'night.
Remember -- if you don't like the post above: blame Doc not me.