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gwopuniversity · 3 months
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BEEZY “Chuck Daly” 📰
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gwopmagazine · 3 months
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Beezy Drops Heat with "Chuck Daly" – A Game-Changing Anthem
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Yvonne Strahovski - Last Call with Carson Daly
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nba24highlights · 11 months
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RICK ADELMAN WINS THE CHUCK DALY LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD! 🏆💨👀#chuckdaly #lifetimeachievementaward #chuckdalylifetimeachievementaward #nba #nba24highlights #nbahighlights #nbafinalsonabc #nbafinals2023 #rickadelman #rickadelmanchuckdaly #rickadelmanlifetimeachievementaward #viral #fyp #fup #CapCut
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docgold13 · 1 month
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Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles
Superman 
The last son of Krypton, Ka-El was sent off from his doomed home planet by his parents to the safety of Earth.  The infant was happened upon by a kindly couple named Jon and Martha Kent.  The Kents raised him as their own, naming him Clark.  It was quickly evident that young Clark possessed amazing powers and Ma and Pa Kent did their best to impart on him the importance of helping others and using his powers responsibly. 
Clark would eventually relocate to Metropolis where he took a position as a reporter for the award-winning newspaper, The Daily Planet.  Whenever trouble were to arise, however, Clark would make a timely exit and quickly transform into Superman, using his amazing abilities to save the day.  
Although seemingly invulnerable, Superman was greatly weakened when exposed to radioactive fragments from his destroyed home planet.  This material, known as ‘Kryptonite,’ was quite rare and valuable.  When the villainous Joker happened upon a large chuck of Kryptonite, he came to Metropolis and propositioned Superman’s arch nemesis, Lex Luthor, to pay him a huge fee to kill the Man of Steel.  
Batman had tracked The Joker to Metropolis resulting in a team up between Batman and Superman.  The two heroes were quite different from one another and did not get off to a good start.  Yet they worked well together and the pair would go on to become lifelong friends.  Some time thereafter, Batman and Superman would help in the formation of The Justice League.
Actors Tim Daly and George Newbern each provided the voice for Clark Kent/Superman, with the hero first appearing in the debut episode of Superman: The Animated Series.
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crispy-ghee · 5 months
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Doing comic research and stumbled across this and I really want to illustrate this, because the image of Michael Jordan and Magic Johnson dragging Larry off his ass and taking off his warm up jacket and pretty much trying to force him to play is really funny to me.
“In one of those games, I was in my usual spot on the floor when this Latin American official ran by our bench,” Bird recounted. “I hadn’t played all game, and as he ran by, he said, ‘Mr. Bird, Mr. Bird, please, you must come into the game.’ I was looking at him, wondering what he was talking about. He said, ‘I must be able to tell my family that I refereed a game in which the great Larry Bird was playing.' “Of course, it was my luck Magic [Johnson] and Michael [Jordan] were sitting on the bench with me at the time,” the living legend continued. “Next thing I know, they’re pulling off my warm-up jersey and telling Chuck Daly to get me in there.”
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krixel · 9 months
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Fools Part 2
This isn’t exactly a direct sequel. More of a spiritual successor to the first part. I haven’t written anything significant in like a year, so *waves hands* here you go.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
Runaan tensed, his concentration shattering under that familiar brogue. He took a measured breath and opened eyes, staring into the forest beyond. Birds chirped overhead, flitting in and out of the strands of sunlight piercing the thick cover of leafs. “I’m not.”
Ethari’s dark brows arched and his lipped thinned. For a moment, he considered removing an item from his bag and chucking it at the perfect white braid in front of him. “Then why did Dali stop by my shop earlier to ask why you dropped your bow off with her for repairs instead of with me?”
Even with his back to Ethari, Runaan felt the heat of the glare between his shoulder blades. Could picture those light brown eyes ablaze with anger in the afternoon sun. It was by force of will alone that he smothered a wince. “Dali should gossip less. I thought her services were suitable enough to fix my bow.”
“Suitable? I built your bow, Runaan. If it needs repairing, then you bring it to me. You always have in the past.” The last sentence came out softer, and with a bit more emotion than Ethari all together appreciated. “Have I offended you?”
“What? No.” Runaan stood from his rock perch and faced Ethari, careful to keep the boulder between them. Offense was the last thing Ethari had caused him, and that was exactly the problem. Runaan could handle offense. The soft flutter in his chest every time the craftsman looked his way, or the warmth that unfurled there at Ethari’s smile - those were the things leaving him unmoored. Runaan folded his hands behind his back. “I simply wished not to disturb you. You seemed busy.”
“I’m the blacksmith, Runaan. Bringing your weapon to me when you’ve broken it isn’t bothering me. It’s my literal job. I shouldn’t have to hunt you down to do it. That is a bother.” Ethari adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag, but met Runaan’s eyes with an even stare of his own. 
Runaan straightened his shoulders further until his posture rivaled the stone fixtures in the Silvergrove. He spoke in the cool, crisp tone usually reserved for his assassins, but his hands clenched behind his back. “There was no need for you to seek me out, Ethari. If I wanted to leave my weapon in your care, then I would have, but you weren’t necessary to repair it. You wasted your own time.”
Ethari’s eyes, normally so bright with molten warmth, went brittle beneath their rapid cooling. He tugged a strap from his shoulder, revealing a long canister, and tossed it across the space between them. Runaan caught it with a frown, but Ethari was already speaking. “I will keep that in mind in the future. My apologies for bothering you, Runaan. It won’t happen again.”
Ethari turned on his heel and stalked out of the clearing before Runaan could say anything else. He looked down at the cylinder in his hand and, after taking a bracing breath, unscrewed the top. His bow, newly repaired and tenderly wrapped within the case so it wouldn’t scuff, waited inside. Runaan dropped his head with a huff. Already, an ugly feeling was winding around his ribs and crawling towards his lungs, making it hard to breathe. 
“Well, that couldn’t have gone much worse if you’d put actual effort into it.”
Runaan’s head jerked up, and he scowled when he spotted Lain lounging against the trunk of a nearby tree. “What?”
His best friend grinned. He shoved away from the tree and crossed the clearing, claiming a seat on the rock Runaan had previously occupied. “Oh, even I get the cold shoulder? You’re in a mood.”
Runaan’s shoulders dipped the barest amount at the rebuke and he settled on the rock next to Lain, who reached over and offered him a moonberry. Ignoring the offered gesture, Runaan continued to stare at his reclaimed bow. “I thought you were training for the Guard this week.”
“I am, or was - it’s the end of the week, Runaan. Your head really isn’t here, is it?” Lain’s brows drew down as he looked over at Runaan. Beneath the facade of perfection, his friend strove to present were dark circles and slumped shoulders. Lain bumped his shoulder into Runaan, his easy humor replaced with concern. “What’s wrong?”
Runaan shook his head, but pinched at the bridge of his nose as if fighting a headache. “Nothing, just a long week.”
“Right, because you normally tear Ethari’s head off when he goes out of his way to be kind to you. Did the two of you fight?” At Runaan’s look, Lain waved his hand. “I mean, besides the obvious one just a few minutes ago.”
“No. What could we possibly fight about? He always takes exceptional care of my weapons, and that is all the involvement we have.” As he spoke, Runaan absently trailed his fingers along the cylinder containing his bow.
Lain stared at him for a long, long moment before the laughing started. He braced himself against Runaan’s shoulder as he pitched sideways with amusement. Runaan glowered down at him. “What?”
“Sorry, sorry,” Lain said, reclaiming his breath but not his balance as he remained leaning on his friend. “Come on, Runaan. We all know how you and Ethari feel about each other. The only ones still in denial about it are the two of you. Actually, probably just you. I’d wager Ethari knows exactly how he feels about you.”
“Probably like I’m a right arse,” Runaan muttered, fingers still stroking his bow.
Lain snorted and crossed his legs in front of him, finally straightening away from Runaan. “Well, yeah. Right now, that’s true enough, but generally he likes you. More than likes you. I thought you had - uh - similar inclinations with him.”
“I-“ Runaan bit down hard on his tongue as his mouth attempted to betray him. “It’s complicated.”
“What isn’t complicated with you?” Lain said with a roll of his eyes. “For whatever my opinion is worth, I think you’d be good together.”
Runaan just shook his head and stood up, slinging the canister with his bow over his shoulder. “I need to go, and shouldn’t you be getting back to Tiadrin?”
Sensing that pushing the topic any further would only result in Runaan slamming a stone wall between them, Lain sighed and stood as well. “She sent me out to find you. I’m supposed to invite you to dinner, but I suspect you’re going to decline.”
Runaan offered an apologetic smile as they headed back towards the grove. “My apologies, but I can’t tonight. I have to prepare.”
“That’s right, you have a mission soon, don’t you? The full moon is just a week away. When do you leave?” 
“In three days.”
Lain tugged at his braid as they walked, tilting his head back to glimpse the stars through the gaps in the trees. He tapped the fingers of his other hand against his leg and kept his eyes off Runaan, making his best attempt at casual. “You should have Ethari look over your weapons, just in case.”
The tension radiated between them at the name, but Lain continued to pretend he wasn’t aware and eventually Runaan’s shoulders eased. “My weapons are fine. It would be a distraction and a waste of his time.”
“I don’t think Ethari minds and making sure you are safe isn’t a waste of time, Runaan. I know you’re the rising star of the assassins, but you’re not infallible and you have people here who would be quite perturbed to lose you.”
Runaan twisted to stare at Lain, teal eyes wide. Lain blinked at him and then frowned. “You do know people care about you, right?”
“Of course,” Runaan said, but the surprise lingered. “It’s not that, just - I’m an assassin. Our life expectancy is limited and I forget not everyone must come to terms with that fact as we do.”
Lain rolled his eyes and bumped his shoulder against Runaan’s with a laugh. “See, this is why I love you. Your sunny disposition and optimism never fail to brighten my day.”
Runaan smiled despite himself, shaking his head and sending the wave of his white hair swaying behind him. They’d reached the entrance to the Silvergrove, but Runaan lingered at the ritual gate. “Go ahead, and tell Tiadrin I send my best. I promise to visit after the mission.”
Lain leaned in and dragged Runaan close for a hug, ignoring the stiffness in his frame as the assassin begrudgingly dealt with it. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said, a rare touch of gravity in his tone, and then with a flash and a smile Lain was gone, melting into the illusion of the Silvergrove.
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soulmusicsongs · 11 months
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Funky Drums in 30 tracks
The drum breaks from Funky Drummer by James Brown, Amen, Brother by the Winstons and Synthetic Substitution by Melvin Bliss are possibly three of the most sampled drum tracks ever. But there are more soul songs that have great funky drum openings, catchy intros and killer drum breaks.
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African Jive (Moto) - Dick Khoza (Chapita, 1976)
Baby Don’t Cry - The Third Guitar Featuring Eddie Holloway (Baby Don’t Cry / Don’t Take Your Love From Me, 1968)
Bailemos El Bump - Leopardo (Bailemos El Bump / Súper Mandíbulas, 1975)
City Sounds - Daly-Wilson Big Band Featuring Kerrie Biddell (The Exciting Daly-Wilson Big Band, 1972)
Corruption Is The Thing - Creations Unlimited (Corruption Is The Thing / Chrystal Illusion, 1972)
Crumbs Off The Table - The Young Disciples & Co. (Crumbs Off The Table / Girls, Girls, Girls, 1968)
Drum Diddley - Alan Moorhouse And His Bond Street Brigade (Alan Moorhouse And His Bond Street Brigade 1972)
Funky Fever - Jay Mitchell (Impartiality, 1975) - Bahamas
Gimme, Gimme - Tony Gregory And Family Child (One More Time, 1973)
Great Stone Bottle - Ronnie Kole Trio (New Orleans… Today, 1971)
Ham Hocks And Beans - Part 1 - Chuck Womack and The Sweet Souls ‎(Ham Hocks And Beans - Part 1 / Ham Hocks And Beans - Part 2, 1970)
I Wouldn’t Change A Thing - Coke Escovedo (Comin’ At Ya!, 1976)
The Jed Clampett - The Sister And Brothers (The Jed Clampett - Part 1 / The Jed Clampett - Part 2, 1970)
Katty's Thing - Anthony Butler And The Invaders (The Chokin' Kind / Katty's Thing, 1969)
Let's Go To Randstad - Rogier Van Otterloo (Let's Go To Randstad / Randstad Reflection, 1974)
Love Is Good - C.L. Blast (Two Time One Is Two / Love Is Good, 1970)
Mo-Funk - Vern Blair Debate (Mo-Funk / Foxy Lady, 1977)
Ne Noya - Cos-Ber-Zam (Ne Nyoa / Cicavi Nye, 1973)
Nile Waves - The Scorpions & Saif Abu Bakr (Jazz, 1980)
Paradise - Bobby Franklin's Insanity (Paradise / Our Theme, 1969)
Phenomena Theme - In Search Of Orchestra ‎(In Search Of..., 1977)
Plea To The People - Curry (Plea To The People / The Beauty Of You, 1971)
Sascha - The Hot Sound Of Mauritius (The Hot Sound Of Mauritius Is “Sega Music”, 1977)
Smash - Damn Sam The Miracle Man and The Soul Congregation (Damn Sam The Miracle Man And The Soul Congregation, 1970)
Sunday Drivin' - Dominic Frontiere (On Any Sunday, 1971)
Superstition - Blooblo (Reggae Party Time, 1973)
Toda La Juventud - Maggie Carlés Y Luis Nodal Y Los Magnéticos (Maggie Carlés Y Luis Nodal Y Los Magnéticos, 1976)
Uela Uela - Charly Antolini's Power Dozen (Atomic Drums, 1972)
Until You Were Gone - Leon’s Creation (This Is The Beginning, 1970)
Viva Tirado - The Exciters (Conozco A Los Dos, 1971)
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brookstonalmanac · 2 months
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Birthdays 2.21
Beer Birthdays
William J. Lemp (1836)
Philip Zorn (1837)
Rudolph J. Schaefer (1863)
Sayre Piotrkowski (1981)
Meg Gill
Kate Bernot (1988)
Five Favorite Birthdays
W.H. Auden; English poet, writer (1907)
Leo Delibes; composer (1836)
Anais Nin; French writer (1903)
Ellen Page; actor (1987)
Nina Simone; singer (1933)
Famous Birthdays
Christopher Atkins; actor (1961)
William Baldwin; actor (1963)
Scrapper Blackwell; blues guitarist (1903)
Erma Bombeck; writer (1927)
Constantin Brancusi; artist, sculptor (1876)
Sethus Calvisius; German calendar reformer (1556)
Mary Chapin Carpenter; singer (1958)
Nikki Charm; porn actor (1966)
Jilly Cooper; English writer (1937)
Tyne Daly; actor (1946)
Anthony Daniels; actor (1946)
Hans Erni; Swiss artist (1909)
David Geffen; film producer (1943)
Hubert de Givenchy; fashion designer (1927)
Sacha Guitry; French writer (1885)
Jerry Harrison; rock musician (1949)
Jennifer Love Hewitt; actor (1979)
Barbara Jordan; politician (1936)
Brander Matthews; writer (1852)
Rue McClanahan; actor (1934)
Chuck Palahniuk; writer (1961)
Alice Palmer; educator (1855)
Sam Peckinpah; film director (1925)
Alan Rickman; actor (1946)
Andres Segovia; Spanish classical guitarist (1893)
Ann Sheridan; actor (1915)
David Foster Wallace; writer (1962)
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bobparkhurst · 1 year
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First Lines Meme
Thanks so much for tagging me, @swimmingfoxsticks! This is a fun meme.
Rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recent fanfics.
glut thy sorrow on a morning rose (SAS: Rogue Heroes, Eoin Lives, Paddy x Eoin)
At seventeen minutes past three in the morning, stretched out in bed, wrapped in clean sheets on a soft mattress, with the scent of long-cooled tea wafting on the rainy night-breeze, Eoin McGonigal thinks that he hates Paddy Mayne more than anyone else in the world. 
2. somewhile before the dawn (SAS: Rogue Heroes, Paddy x Eoin)
Paddy can feel the sweat-slick locks at the back of Eoin’s head tickle across the top of his arm as he shifts himself, rearranging long limbs into some more comfortable position on the floor. 
3. Dec 13 from Festive Fluff for Fun and No Profit (Band of Brothers festive fluff prompts) (randomly picking ONE of these, bc otherwise it's nothing but BoB here on down)
Chuck is sitting cross-legged on the floor, eating ice cream out of a tub with a teaspoon, when Tab saunters in with a jaunty smile and immediately suspicious air of innocence, holding an oversized plastic bag, which he flings haphazard into the corner of the room.
4. Aftermath (Exandria Unlimited: Calamity, Maya & Kir Agrupnin)
The sky is blood red, the air tastes like ash, nobody is allowed outside the outpost walls. 
5. a man who walks alone (Stranger Things, Steve x Eddie)
Eddie’s fingers dig into the carpet of Steve’s bedroom as he stares up towards the ceiling. 
6. Three Different Names (Stranger Things, Steve x Eddie WIP)
The evening is not as warm as it has been the past few weeks, the last of September’s muggy heat beginning to soften into the comfortable cool of October.
7. choice. (The Terror, James Daly & William Hedges)
There’s a world in which Bill Heather is never killed by the beast. 
8. arts, sails and oars (The Terror, William Pilkington/George Hodgson)
William can’t quite remember how he began the habit of eating with the lieutenant, but today when he goes for his food, or at least, whatever pale imitation is passing as it these days, Armitage merely gestures with his chin towards Hodgson and he can see a second bowl already laid out on the rocks nearby. 
9. touch. (The Alienist, Laszlo x Sara)
“There you see?” Laszlo jabs at the page, each point an increasing staccato shot of impatience.
10. Entr'acte (Sharpe, Harris)
Harris sighed and tilted the brim of his hat further down, so that the shade of it might serve the dual purpose of cooling his skin from the incessant sun and hiding his smile from Cooper’s sharp and knowing eyes.
tagging: @latibvles @duesternis @gyunikum @edwardashley @prettypangolins @multifandomlover01 @just-barrow, no pressure and whomsoever wishes to do this.
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derry-rain · 1 year
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2022: fic year in review
tagging anyone who wants to do this
Takeaways from reflecting on your kick-ass writing, or kick-ass lack of writing, during a year more focused on survival than perhaps any other:
So this year very much was a year... not of survival but healing maybe? IRL Derry Rain quit their longtime job at the very end of 2021, after years of shouldering a lot of intense stress at far above the level they were being paid for. They somehow acquired a new job at that time which is a Dream but also Very Important and Hard Work. So it was and is great but was an exhausting change. They ALSO ALSO found out that a pot of PhD funding was available and uh, got it. So as of September, is now working almost full time and doing a PhD the rest of the time. For those good at maths and days of the week... don't worry about it.
Triple also, came off a bunch of medication, finally got a cane to help deal with chronic pain and actually took a real holiday.
This all naturally put fic on the backburner, until the last month when I think I finally got settled. And I wrote a chunk.
Most surprising fic you wrote this year:
First Band of Brothers fic! Ever! So that's fun.
How you grew as a writer this year:
Lord, I don't think I did, but that's ok.
What’s coming in 2023:
Dimension 20 exchange! Writing [secret] for the end of January.
Yuletide, again!
Band of Brothers fic - I have a Webgott ghost story on the go, plus a few thoughts of various OCs (feat. Renee Lemaire Gets A Girlfriend, Don Malarkey Isn't Prepared For This, and Who Let This Strange Person WIth A Camera In Here And Why Are They So Hot?)
Terror bingo fills and a lot of HodgePilk. I'm back baby.
Fics written (and posted) this year:
arts, sails and oars-[The Terror] HodgePilk. A small interlude at mutiny camp.
choice. [The Terror] In which James Daly takes a shift at Bill Heather's bedside, and William Hedges finds him there. (for Lobsterfest)
Three Different Names [Stranger Things, WIP] A series 4 story about a boy, a trailer and a very pregnant tabby cat. Or, in which series 4 happens, but Eddie Munson has a kitten on him at all times.
a man who walks alone [Stranger Things] Steddie. After being rescued from the Upside Down, Eddie Munson finds it hard to sleep.
Aftermath [Exandria Unlimited: Calamity] Maya and Kir wait for their father to come home.
Festive Fluff for Fun and No Profit [Band of Brothers] - If you wanted to have a different BoB pairing for each day of December through to the 24th... here it is. Particular favourites:
Dec 15: Albert Blithe x Shifty Powers - Finding and opening a Christmas present early.
Dec 5: Joe Liebgott x David Webster - Cuddling in front of the fire on a cold night.
Dec 17: Ronald Speirs x Chuck Grant - Gift giving
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twiststreet · 1 year
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A thing that used to bug me is how previous eras in American life, I feel like there were more people who were all-time famous for interesting reasons besides just acting or singing or being a tv presenter— Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali, Walter Winchell, HL Mencken, Charles Lindbergh, Amelia Earhart, Chuck Yeager, Andy Warhol, Colonel Sanders, Batman, Salvador Dali; there was a woman who was just famous for having a sexy back, like from above the waist, her back was hot, her nickname was “the Back.” Like we don’t have a “famous surrealist painter” anymore. We have Chris Pratt, and it sucks. (There was that quote supposedly from the Iranians after we killed that famous general that was like “we can’t kill the Americans’ heroes— they don’t have any— what are we going to do, bomb Homer Simpson and Spider-Man?”).
But you know: we got Tony Hawk. Tony Hawk, his whole life has been about being the best guy to ever ride a wooden board with wheels on it, at the exact moment in American life where that would be appreciated. That’s pretty unique! And I saw the videos of him in his prime when it was happening and it was like, oh yeah, that guy’s fucking incredible— maybe now the sport’s progressed, I dunno, but… if you saw those videos at the time, there’s a reason he’s who they named the video game after. Like, I like when there’s someone you look at where you can appreciate how strange and varied and rich an American life can be, I guess, and you know what? I’d put Tony Hawk on there. (And Mike Tyson and Johnny Knoxville but it’s just not a long list, is the thing).
Yeah: thankful today 4 Tony Hawk.
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mjordan-nba-nhl · 1 year
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PATRICK EWING, CHRISTIAN LAETTNER, MAGIC JOHNSON, DAVID ROBINSON, KARL MALONE, LARRY BIRD, MICHAEL JORDAN, CHUCK DALY, CHARLES BARKLEY, CHRIS MULLIN, SCOTTIE PIPPEN, JOHN STOCKTON & CLYDE DREXLER Team USA "Dream Team" | 1992 Summer Olympics
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nba24highlights · 11 months
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RICK ADELMAN WINS THE CHUCK DALY LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD! 🏆💨👀#chuckdaly #lifetimeachievementaward #chuckdalylifetimeachievementaward #nba #nba24highlights #nbahighlights #nbafinalsonabc #nbafinals2023 #rickadelman #rickadelmanchuckdaly #rickadelmanlifetimeachievementaward #viral #fyp #fup #CapCut
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