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Dwight kennot hit no jump shot.

I am writing now in celebration of my first NBA Live 10 victory at Superstar level, playing with the Orlando Magic against a stubborn AI-controlled Dallas Mavericks.

I would like to note that Marv Albert called Dwight Howard a shooter; it happened after a fluke from mid-range (don’t blame me, the shot clock was running down).

During an earlier attempt, I could not contain Dirk Nowitzki. In my winning effort, I used Marcin Gortat to force him into foul trouble.

During that same earlier attempt, I could not contain Jason Kidd, who was hitting far too many three-pointers than he could in real life. In my winning effort, I put Rashard Lewis on him all night.

I almost failed to mention that I was down by two points with less than 20 seconds left in the game.

With the clock winding down, I had Lewis pass the ball to Jameer Nelson who let fly from beyond the three-point range. “Boom goes the dynamite,” I thought I heard some dumb sportscaster say.

This is a post dedicated to my favorite NBA video game series of all time (of all time!): NBA Live. Shut yer hole, 2K fans! NBA Live 10 owned this season! Better luck next year!

Dwight. Lago.

The last NBA Live game I played was 08 on the PS2, and it was so addictive how I was pouring in a hundred to two hundred points in leads against my opponents (AI, superstar). But, because I am such a weirdo, nobody understands why I enjoy lopsided games so much.

NBA Live 10 is so much different because it’s no longer a walk in the park, winning games. For the first time in many years, I’ve lost to an AI-controlled team, and I find that interesting because now, I’d really have to work for my wins. The AI’s even so possessive of the players on their rosters, I haven’t made an actual trade happen yet! Tarantadong laro ‘yan. (Yeah, I love the frustration [huh]: this is where amazing happens [double huh].)

Okay, I’mma go back to my game now. De-troit Bas-ket-ball! (Detroit is: Shaq, Kobe, Nash, and Griffin all wearing blue-red-whites. Fantasy draft, focka!)