It was Serge Ibaka’s birthday yesterday and he was pumped about it, posting pictures on Instagram of himself on his birthday night. What follows is a fictional account of that party. It’s September. I’m ready for the season to start, too.
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Serge Ibaka stands tall and boss on a bright balcony as cameras pop off and click all around like there’s twenty strobe lights in front of him. He’s dressed to slay. White pants. White T-shirt. Violet and lime green jacket sport jacket all Barney and silk-like in the early Fall night. Some real Gullah-Gullah Island type stuff.
His watch is gold and vibrant. There’s a glare coming off it from all the snaps and crackles and photo pops of photogs doing what they can to capture The Great Grizzly Bear out in the social wild. The glare’s there because he’s shining. Bright too, like someone let loose fourteen suns. Keep Reading…