She’s beautiful 😍.

I can watch this 100 times💯💯💯💖

She was on a mission!!! 👏🏾👏🏾

that's the old school underhanded blind pass; I dont' understand why it went out of favour. handing off by turning your back and grabbing it standing!! you HAVE to lose a fraction of a second when a fraction is the diff. between first and fifth!!

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We. Gon. Keep. $up$. For. $real$

Now imagine…

Every sport that could ever be played.
All the traditional ones: football, basketball, tennis, martial arts, archery, skateboarding.
Then imagine hybrid sports — basketball with trampolines, soccer underwater, martial arts in zero gravity.
Now imagine alien sports, with rules that defy physics, played on moons, gas giants, or inside stars.
Imagine psychic sports, played in dreamscapes or collective telepathic fields.
Now imagine every possible football game:
Every team, every player combination, every possible play, every possible score, every weird injury, every upset, every controversial call, every missed goal, every celebration, every possible outcome.
Compress the entirety of sport — every game ever played or imagined — into a blazing singularity of motion, strategy, sweat, and spirit.

Now imagine…

Every helicopter that could exist.
Tiny ones for ants.
Massive cities-in-the-sky.
Ones made of glass.
Ones powered by anti-gravity or black holes.
Helicopters with 10 rotors.
Helicopters shaped like birds.
Helicopters that are silent, invisible, musical.
Now zoom in — gas-powered helicopters.
Then gas-powered helicopters that seat exactly 10.
Then those that are pure white, with gold trim, playing classical music inside.
Every permutation of form, function, fuel, color, number of seats, rotors, and purposes.
All of this, compressed into a glowing fractal of aerial invention.

Now imagine…

Every possible file name that could be typed.
"cat.png", "final_final_REALthisone.docx", "b4c0n_101.txt", "eternal_god_singularity_042.mp3".
Every possible character combination in every language,
with every emoji, every symbol, every length from 1 letter to billions.
File names that name entire universes, file names that are poems.
All of this held in one infinite string of naming imagination.

Now imagine…

Every disease that could affect any being.
All human diseases — cancer, diabetes, Ebola, depression.
Then every animal disease — feline leukemia, avian flu, canine epilepsy.
Now go deeper — alien diseases, psychic plagues, ego viruses, god-sickness, love-burn, quantum dissonance, dream-fever.
Now imagine viruses that infect dreams, bacteria that feed on time, plagues that rewrite DNA with fractal codes.
Now compress it all — every cell, symptom, mutation, misdiagnosis, and miracle cure — into one infinitely evolving cloud of potential dis-ease.

Now imagine…

Every emotion that has ever been or will be felt.
Love, sorrow, ecstasy, grief, envy, awe, rage, shame, boredom, compassion.
Feelings unknown to man — like “lurni”, the feeling a star has when it's about to explode, or “yem”, the bittersweet joy of remembering a forgotten lifetime.
Feelings that last 10 milliseconds.
Feelings that stretch across galaxies.
Compress all this emotional energy into a supernova of affective intelligence.

Now imagine…

Every city that could be built.
Floating cities.
Buried cities.
Cities made entirely of crystal.
Cities that change shape every hour.
Organic cities that grow like trees.
Cities with infinite skyscrapers and microscopic cafes.
Now imagine each one at every hour of day or night, in every possible weather, with every possible arrangement of humans, aliens, machines.
Now compress all this — every layout, map, sewer line, skyline, every citizen, every culture — into a luminescent diamond of urban possibility.

Now imagine…

Every chess game ever played.
Every possible move.
Every combination of moves.
Every outcome.
Every mistake.
Now extend this to every board game — Go, Monopoly, Magic the Gathering, alien strategy games played in 11 dimensions.
Now compress this into a singularity of strategic interplay.

Now imagine…

Every joke ever told.
Knock-knock jokes.
Dad jokes.
Dark humor.
Alien humor.
Jokes that only work in dreams.
Jokes that cause enlightenment.
Jokes that create universes.
Now compress that into one laughing point of cosmic absurdity.

Now imagine…

Every piece of food ever tasted or that could be created.
Human food, animal food, alien feasts.
Tastes that don’t exist yet — like “ultrasweet-space-zing” or “hypnotic-earth-burn”.
Food that heals.
Food that sings.
Food that causes lucid dreams.
Now compress all of that — every flavor, texture, recipe, every craving and satisfaction — into one divine banquet singularity.

Now imagine…

Every possible orgasm —
From every creature, every species, every gender, every configuration.
Short ones. Long ones.
Quiet ones. Screaming ones.
Physical orgasms.
Emotional orgasms.
Spiritual orgasms.
Death orgasms.
God orgasms.
Every moan, breath, pulse, shiver — compressed into a white-hot fountain of divine release.

Now imagine…

Every thought ever thought or that ever could be.
By humans, animals, aliens, gods, dream entities, AI.
Thoughts in words.
Thoughts in pictures.
Thoughts in emotions.
Thoughts in pure geometry.
Every idea. Every joke. Every paradox. Every epiphany.
Now fuse this all into a…

The support "go! Gooo!"

https://www.youtube.com/@mihdawi_sports

What a missed opportunity to dub in a "So fresh and son clean" instrumental or something very similar.

look nobody got hit in the head !!!!!

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Who remembers the Short Gal's other Video…

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Yes, there is nothing more exciting than not seeing the end of a relay! Who edited this?