We have lost a great Hawk. He was everything that the New Skwah Order represents. His tenure in Atlanta is perhaps the very reason why many of you are sitting here in the dead of night reading these words as Hawks fans. Surely I am not alone in vowing that I will never forget his innumerable contributions to, and sacrifices for, our beloved boys in jet black, torch red, neon volt, and Georgia granite gray.
But this is war. And good men fall in war. Our mission this year remains unchanged: beat those Boston fucks in a playoff series should we meet them, or else try to make it to the second round and push whomever we face to a tough series.
We will crush Milwaukee. We will demolish Charlotte. We will nuke Detroit. We will murder Indiana. And, mark my fucking words, if we match up against The Traitor Snek and his bunch of worthless despicable cronies up in Beantown-- well my dear Hawkbros, it's motherfucking on.
Take this night and pour one out for the homie KK (I'm drunk as fuck right now and have been since roughly 3 seconds after the Woj bomb fell). But tomorrow we press on. Steel yourselves, this may be the beginning of a long and arduous January.
I know that many of you wish this had never happened. So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. I have decided to stand and to fight. I hope you will join me.
Submitted January 06, 2017 at 12:09AM by FuckYouMartinShkreli