https://www.theplayerstribune.com/dion-waiters-miami-heat-nba-is-lucky/Still love Dion. Best to you man, get paid.
When I got to OKC, me and K.D. were together every day. Kev used to think it was funny, because when we got in the gym and played 1-on-1, I was trying to kill him. Straight up.
Go ahead and ask him who won our last game.
Ask him. He’ll tell you.
He won a lot, too. But I got him plenty.
Kev used to talk wild trash to me, too. People don’t know that about him. Of course, you know me. I’m coming at him fully-loaded. But he’d go right back at me. He’d try to post me up, and I’d be on some Philly Baby Rucker ****. I was pulling out every trick. I’d be squeezing his hips, right in the weak spot.
I loved it. I loved that team.
When I came back in January, I was so locked in it was crazy. I kept telling everybody, “All we gotta do is win seven or eight in a row, and we’re right back in it.”
Hell, I remember we played Kev and those boys in Golden State, and I had just come back. I was going at Kev hard that night, but they beat us. We went out to dinner after the game, and I told him, “Bro, we’re about to go on a run.”
He was looking at me like like, Yeah, alright.
I said, “Naw, I’m serious. We’re gonna rip off seven straight.”
He said, “Yeah, but we’re coming to Miami in two weeks.”
I said, “Yeah, that’s a W. Bet.”
He was laughing his ass off.
We got back home and won three straight, and then Kev and those boys came to our building.
We gave ’em everything they could handle. We weren’t scared. I saw right away how Kev was playing me, like he was daring me to shoot the ball. I told him, “Bro, I’m feeling good. You see the last four games? Y’all in for a long night.”
We’re talking trash like we’re playing 1-on-1 back in OKC.
Fourth quarter, 10 seconds left. Tie game. I got the ball in my hands with the game on the line, and I already knew what was gonna happen. F*** an overtime, let’s get up outta here.
