Take THAT, haters. Lurking around the darkest and most disturbed corners of the Internet, disseminating your hate for Serge Ibaka/Serge Ibaka’s contract while inseminating your Fleshlight and crying. Trying to justify your misplaced ire for an upstanding NBA player by making baseless claims of age-falsification, poor play, and overpaid-ness. Yes, I have seen you and your ilk, and your appearances fill me only with pity. Society has failed you, perhaps, but who has really failed here?
Serge Ibaka rebuts your toilet-dredged insults and accusations with this pristine 31-point performance, including the game-winning shot. The grace and majesty he put on display filled me with awe. His steadfastness in the face of adversity nearly brought me to tears. How can you hate a man with such a big… heart? It is because you, a disgusting sewer-troll with nothing to live for except the burning hate that fills your blackened soul, look at Serge and see the opposite of yourself; the exact antithesis of everything you represent.
Exit stage left, haters. Your time is over.