Houndy wrote:2k11 makes Live and 2k10 look like garbage
Andrew wrote:Sounds fair enough to me, Axel. Glad to hear you're playing the season out though, hopefully you can make it through. If not, perhaps simming/simming and intervening will help you get through to the end.
Thierry. wrote:Andrew wrote:perhaps simming/simming and intervening will help you get through to the end.
That's the better way
Lamrock wrote:Good call. 2K11 is by far the best basketball game I've ever played. (hence why I'm basically doing the same thing!) However you finish this, its a lock for the HOF in my book.
George7 wrote:sad to see this one ending,but as you said 2k11 blows every other game.I just loved it from the moment i installed it on my PC![]()
I will do the same thing too as well,so see you on Association section
Axel. wrote:I won't sim any games, I'll play them all. Reason is that I want to give my players their stats, especially in the last season.
Axel. wrote:Next 5 games:
Grizzlies
Grizzlies
Clippers
Clippers
T-Wolves
Andrew wrote:Three dominant wins there. Interested to see who the shooter turns out to be.
George7 wrote:Great 3 out of 3! RayRay was great against his old team.
501stJointFighterWing wrote:Axel. wrote:Next 5 games:
Grizzlies
Grizzlies
Clippers
Clippers
T-Wolves
Lemme guess. 6th game = T-Wolves.
The Salmon Cousins
"Puts it in!" said Mike Breen. It was Tuesday, January 25, and Donte Greene was at his house watching the Rockets' game against the Heat on ESPN. Kevin Martin had just breezed past Dwyane Wade, and dunked.
"Yeah, take that Flash!" yelled Greene clapping, getting up out of his couch. On his living room table, one would find a box of glazed donuts, a large bag of Hot Cheetos, and a half-eaten ham and cheese sandwich. Greene had not been watching his diet the past few days, and claimed he wasn't ready to get back to basketball until he settled his biggest problem.
"That's just great offense there. K-Mart does a nice crossover, and breezes past D-Wade for a dunk. Mama, there goes that man," Mark Jackson said, as the Heat took a timeout. Donte Greene's cell phone rang as Jeff Van Gundy was saying, "Martin has gained a big reputation in this league for being a prolific scorer..." Greene picked up his phone; and on the caller ID, he saw the same number from the other day.
He was reluctant to answer, but at last he picked it up. "Hello," he said. "Donte, you're in debt. Your girlfriend owes me money, and since she can't provide me with it, you gon' have to give me the money yourself. Come and meet me at 5401 Chimney Rock apartment complex.If you don't arrive, you'll never see your woman again," the voice said, and hung up.
Greene gulped, he knew that complex was a ghetto part of Houston. He dressed himself, turned off the TV, and went to go look for his uzi. When he found that, he figured he needed a flashlight, so he took that with him too, he also took with him a roll of money, he had been saving it to install a pool in his house. He got on his Lexus; he had barely retained it the day before, since it had needed repairing after the criminal had crashed it.
It took him a while, but he soon arrived at the aforementioned apartment complex. He didn't know the code to open the gates, but he had received a text earlier with a sequence of numbers, and punched them in to the dialer, and sure enough, the gate opened.
The night was dark, very cold, and here and there, Greene would spot moving shadows, and people huddled up into small groups. "Ugh. Drug dealers," Greene thought to himself. He drove around very slowly, but apparently, the anonymous person did not send him a text message for what his apartment number was.
"Hey Donte, over here," said the same voice that had called him. It came from a very dark alley. "Oh God, what the hell am I doing?" Greene asked himself, parked his Lexus in an almost empty lot, and went up the alley. He clutched his uzi inside his jacket pocket, ready to take it out in case it was necessary.
Suddenly, he felt a slight pain on his ribs, took out his flashlight, and pointed it in front of him, but saw no one there. He looked down, and a short man was putting a gun towards his ribs. He also smelled a strong scent of marijuana.
"What's up Donte," the man greeted him. Greene backed away, pointed his flashlight at his face, and saw a very familiar face. Damon Stoudamire. "Damon Stoudamire!" Greene yelled. "You guessed right, now give me the money!" Stoudamire demanded. "Where's Maria?" Greene asked Stoudamire. "Maria! Someone to see you!" yelled Damon into the dark. Greene saw a slight movement, and sure enough, saw his girlfriend come out of the darkness. She had her head down, and looked very exhausted.
"If you hand over the money, you can have her," said Stoudamire. "No." said Greene, then took out his uzi, put it towards Stoudamire's head, and pushed him against a brick wall. Damon gasped. "It was you who shot me the other night, do you deny it?!" Greene yelled in his ear. "Indeed it was," he said. "What have I done to you for you to just shoot me? I've never even met you before." Greene answered.
"Well, Mavericks player Rodrigue Beaubois hired me to whack you, he payed me heaps of dollars. He was concerned at the fact that his agent was struggling with that Brad Whorestead guy, and by removing you, he would get a spot on the team." Stoudamire answered. "Now I was reluctant at doing such a thing, but when I saw a picture of you with my ex on the internet, that convinced me to shoot you. Shooting you, so I thought, would convince Maria to pay up," Stoudamire continued on.
"Well, no more, you hear me? I'm gonna take you out," Greene said, pressing his uzi harder upon Stoudamire's head. "You wouldn't kill a former Rookie of the Year, would you?" asked Stoudamire. "I damn as hell wouldn't. But I can shoot your legs out, that way you know what I've had to go through the past month!" exclaimed Greene. He was about to pull the trigger, aiming at Stoudamire's foot, but then...
He felt a familiar pain in his ribs again. He looked around, it was Salim Stoudamire, Damon's cousin. He too, had a strong scent of marijuana. "Just hand over the 2000 bucks, and you'll be spared," Salim remarked. Greene gave in, and handed Damon a roll of money. Damon counted it, and said, "You better be careful when you let her borrow your money, let's just say she likes to gamble," Damon said. "Pleasure doing business with you Donte. Oh, and if you report us to the authorities, we got connections to hunt you down," Damon said, grinning mischievously, and both Damon and Salim made a run out of the alley.
Greene, bewildered, turned around, took Maria by the hand, and said, "Let's go home." In the distance, Greene heard the screeching of tires, and that told him the Salmon (Salim + Damon) Cousins would be out of Houston soon.
"Marijuana makes you do such crazy things," Maria told Greene. All was solved...
Houndy wrote:Damon Stoudemire had too much Crack.
Thierry. wrote:Great wins manAriza in a C's jersey, he surely had a long trip around the league.
Stoudamire? Ah, that sucks.
George7 wrote:Wow! Stoudemire familia! I'm shocked!
What was the hint on the stories?
501stJointFighterWing wrote:Former NBA player, around 6ft.
And Damon here is below 6ft.
(unrelated) In my n00b days I thought Amare is also a relative of the Salmon cousins.
Clutch wrote:No doubt Damon had the JailBlazers well-supplied and flyin' high back in the late 90s - early 2000s; he's fitting for the role in your story lol
Andrew wrote:So, turns out Beaubois was fairly involved after all. Interesting conclusion to say the least.
I originally thought you were going to have Halstead's agent be the shooter but a couple of entries back you put an end to that theory.
Lamrock wrote:Damon Stoudamire?
Andrew wrote:It would have kind of cut down on his role in the story, had he not gotten away with it as they did. Good call.
Houndy wrote:Me being the shooter? I would rather shoot K- hehe, never mind
501stJointFighterWing wrote:KB? KD? KG? K-Mart (both Kenyon and Kevin)? Who?
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