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Malachi Richardson at Jordan Brand Classic

It really should be pinned, or given more like's. I'd quote it again but don't want my genuine like of this post to be misconstrued. I literally read the post about 10 times. If someone else wants to bump it, fine. It was amazing.

And I'm back in this thread after saying I was done. I guess I'm addicted.

How about this: I'm done commenting in this thread about Malachi's whereabouts or decision-making process or any speculation even somewhat related to that.
I feel he is a vastly unappreciated poster and deserves far more likes. He makes it look easy, but churning out a good 500-word, one pargraph stream-of-consciousness post takes a skill few here possess.
 
I feel he is a vastly unappreciated poster and deserves far more likes. He makes it look easy, but churning out a good 500-word, one pargraph stream-of-consciousness post takes a skill few here possess.

I agree. He doesn't get the credit because one huge paragraph is tough to read. And the guy Bleeds Orange.

Someone please talk about the thread topic. I genuinely don't want my posts misconstrued.
 
I hated finals as do most students.Goingback to high school I was so nervous about an algebra test or maybe the regents . which I can't remember at this time. I had my very sharp pencils in my left hand and without realizing what was happening I jammed the tip of one of those pencils in to thespian of my upper palm. Its been stuck there since that time as a reminder of those days . Its not as discernible now as it was at one time but I can still see it,75 years later.When I sat down for the test I was bleeding which I hadn't noticed before that the proctor came over with a tissue and that was cure for the day. Yes I passed the test much to my surprise but apparently I knew more than I thought.
You know, Cali? I had a similar experience. In 4th grade one day for some reason one of my friends turned evil for a second. I was sitting in front of him, and he decided to jam his pencil into my arm by my elbow. He broke the tip of his pencil off in my arm. I freaked out and stood up. He stood up. I decked him in the face and he fell back into a book case at the back of our classroom. This was the first real fight of my life and I froze, which of course gave him enough time to come back at me and pop me one in the eye. We both cried and were taken out of our class. We didn't get in trouble because we were usually pretty good friends. For some reason I remember thinking his punch had horribly disfigured me. It didn't, my monstrosity was inherent.

Anyway, that graphite or whatever from his pencil is still in my arm, completely visible under the skin near my elbow.
 
You know, Cali? I had a similar experience. In 4th grade one day for some reason one of my friends turned evil for a second. I was sitting in front of him, and he decided to jam his pencil into my arm by my elbow. He broke the tip of his pencil off in my arm. I freaked out and stood up. He stood up. I decked him in the face and he fell back into a book case at the back of our classroom. This was the first real fight of my life and I froze, which of course gave him enough time to come back at me and pop me one in the eye. We both cried and were taken out of our class. We didn't get in trouble because we were usually pretty good friends. For some reason I remember thinking his punch had horribly disfigured me. It didn't, my monstrosity was inherent.

Anyway, that graphite or whatever from his pencil is still in my arm, completely visible under the skin near my elbow.
Similar story... 9th grade Earth Science, my buddy and I were messing around and he jabbed me in the thumb with his pencil. Just as visible today as it was the day he did it.
 
You know, Cali? I had a similar experience. In 4th grade one day for some reason one of my friends turned evil for a second. I was sitting in front of him, and he decided to jam his pencil into my arm by my elbow. He broke the tip of his pencil off in my arm. I freaked out and stood up. He stood up. I decked him in the face and he fell back into a book case at the back of our classroom. This was the first real fight of my life and I froze, which of course gave him enough time to come back at me and pop me one in the eye. We both cried and were taken out of our class. We didn't get in trouble because we were usually pretty good friends. For some reason I remember thinking his punch had horribly disfigured me. It didn't, my monstrosity was inherent.

Anyway, that graphite or whatever from his pencil is still in my arm, completely visible under the skin near my elbow.

I still have graphite in my inner elbow from 8th grade when a classmate chucked a pencil at me. And some in my finger from brushing my hand against one in my back pocket while walking down the hall.
 
congrats to jb, the staff, the plays and fans on a sucessfull season/ im home now after a month in rehab more to follow

Was wondering how you were doing. Rehab? Hope you're doing much better. What happened?
 
If you had a son that had the season that Malachi did, what would you be advising him to do?

I'd tell him he should definitely test the waters, but don't hire an agent. What does he have to lose? If he tests the waters and the feedback he receives is that he'd be a borderline 1st rounder and could slip into the 2nd round, then I'd tell him he should stay. If he tests the waters and the feedback he receives indicates that he'll be picked in the top 20, he should go. Obviously, the ultimate decision should come from him, but it's silly to not go if all signs point to being selected somewhere in the mid first round. And this is coming from a die hard SU fan that's not economically challenged. I just really believe that if he's guaranteed mid-first round money, he should take it... you never know what next year could bring. I realize we all want him to come back, but when I hear people say that he needs to develop more, I kind of chuckle. To think a player can't develop in the NBA when there's unlimited resources to practice and train and you'd be playing against the top players in the world is comical. Just my 2 cents!
 
Uh oh. Does that mean Mali signed too? And why would he be at the classic and not in school????:( Ennis is the last friggin person I want in his ear. It's like satan showing Jesus all the kingdoms of the world... come to our side and all these riches can be yours.

Ennis is playing the role of Jesus, right?
 
If you had a son that had the season that Malachi did, what would you be advising him to do?

You only get one shot at playing college basketball. The NBA money is great but the college experience is priceless! And besides, at some point, have a college degree might be something really useful to have.
 
To be honest, I dont even know how this is a tough decision. He is projected as a 2nd round pick, if you want to test the waters and get some feedback, thats fine, but how long does it take to come to that conclusion, it would be foolish to hire an agent.

Possibly second round pick.
 
I hated finals as do most students.Goingback to high school I was so nervous about an algebra test or maybe the regents . which I can't remember at this time. I had my very sharp pencils in my left hand and without realizing what was happening I jammed the tip of one of those pencils in to thespian of my upper palm. Its been stuck there since that time as a reminder of those days . Its not as discernible now as it was at one time but I can still see it,75 years later.When I sat down for the test I was bleeding which I hadn't noticed before that the proctor came over with a tissue and that was cure for the day. Yes I passed the test much to my surprise but apparently I knew more than I thought.

During my Junior and Senior year I lived in a flat on Euclid Avenue with 3 other guys. Either the fall of my Junior or Senior year I was so nervous about taking a particular final exam that I woke up early, look at the clock, read it wrong, thought I was late (8:30 am final), frantically threw my cloths on, ran out of the door. I was sprinting down snow covered Euclid Avenue as hard as I could and I notice there were no other students on the street either side of the street. This made me wonder what was going on. As I am still running I looked down at my watch and notice it was 7:35 AM. So I stopped running and went back home to get breakfast.

P.S. The flat above us was rented by 4 girls from the nursing school. We were constantly pranking each other. One day, my one roommates (Anthony who was quite a harry Italian dude) jumps on one of the girls cars while she's driving down the hill just off Euclid. He starts mooning her on the front windshield. She screams and jumps out of the car while its moving! I just remember Tony on top of the front windshield heading down the street with no one driving on the car! It was awesome! Babs (the girl) was very shaken and was complaining about how "hairy" it was! Oh my God, I have permanently torn abdominal muscles from that incident!
 
Once you are no longer eligible, you are no longer eligible. You are only 20 years old once.

You are. That's true. It'd b nice to be 20 have a couple million dollars as well.

The simple fact is that a lot of the kids you speak of don't place as high a value in the college "experience"... They'd rather be in the league getting paid.
 
You are. That's true. It'd b nice to be 20 have a couple million dollars as well.

The simple fact is that a lot of the kids you speak of don't place as high a value in the college "experience"... They'd rather be in the league getting paid.

I cannot disagree with you. But...the college experience has value.
 
During my Junior and Senior year I lived in a flat on Euclid Avenue with 3 other guys. Either the fall of my Junior or Senior year I was so nervous about taking a particular final exam that I woke up early, look at the clock, read it wrong, thought I was late (8:30 am final), frantically threw my cloths on, ran out of the door. I was sprinting down snow covered Euclid Avenue as hard as I could and I notice there were no other students on the street either side of the street. This made me wonder what was going on. As I am still running I looked down at my watch and notice it was 7:35 AM. So I stopped running and went back home to get breakfast.

P.S. The flat above us was rented by 4 girls from the nursing school. We were constantly pranking each other. One day, my one roommates (Anthony who was quite a harry Italian dude) jumps on one of the girls cars while she's driving down the hill just off Euclid. He starts mooning her on the front windshield. She screams and jumps out of the car while its moving! I just remember Tony on top of the front windshield heading down the street with no one driving on the car! It was awesome! Babs (the girl) was very shaken and was complaining about how "hairy" it was! Oh my God, I have permanently torn abdominal muscles from that incident!
Yeah, who'd want to trade memories like that for a few million dollars.
 
Yeah, who'd want to trade memories like that for a few million dollars.

Sarcasm? It was just a funny story. It wasn't meant to justify not going into the NBA. My post was a response to someone sticking them self with pencil and bleeding during an exam. It just made me think of what I did which then made me think about the Babs story.

As a result of this post it doesn't mean I support Hillary Clinton. I thought I would just say that before you concluded it from my post.
 
Good to have you back. The board is not the same without you.

Are you sure? I just seem to remember a lot people complaining about his posts. Regardless, I'm always glad when someone is back.
 

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