I want you to think of a man. Not a man as in a person, but a man as in a man, a warrior,

a soul, strong figure that is never out of place and never betrays his own nature. I want you to

breathe. I want you to calm yourself. And I want you to calm yourself.

And I want you to imagine a rubber tire that is on fire, casually going 20 in the middle of the highway, moving on its own time.

Not heading towards anything, no danger looming, no inherent threat presented to you, but just on fire,

going 20 down the highway. It's not dangerous at all, as long as its course is not deviated

and its purpose is not sullied. That's Zach Randolph.

Think of that and other powerful totems of strength that cannot be moved.

Resolute.

I want you to think of Zach Randolph.

I want you to picture Zach Randolph in your mind.

Six foot nine, 250 pounds. Bald head, headband. I want you to imagine him doing 200

pump fakes in the low post. And every single time the defender bites and jumps, but Zach just

keeps pump faking away, hitting him with the left shoulder, the right shoulder, moving

back and forth and then pump fake, pump fake, pump fake.

In a world where the five second rule does not exist, and the offensive player can just

plant down there and even ignore the shot clock, because there's nothing anyone can do about it other than let this

gigantic man pump fake over and over and over again to those of you who aren't familiar with

basketball i apologize this might be a reference out of some people's wheelhouse, but if you don't know who

Zach Randolph is, I want you to find a man who is tougher than you and ask him who

Zach Randolph is. Perhaps your father or maybe a paternal uncle. Any of these people should

be able to give you more information. Just ask any stronger or more capable

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