Ballers

What are these owners saying

when they allow turds like this back on their roster?

Don't you look dapper. Time to part ways with Kisan.

I was right.

Don't focus on other people's misery.

I made the decision to part ways with Kisan Teague.

I feel so alive!

Hey, make the bed before you go.

Why?

Dude, I love your radio show.

What you think about me calling them fools out?

Man, everyone's gotta get the truth.

You wanna come at me, I'm right here.

Just know that I'm the players' best ally going into the CBA.

Are you okay, boss?

Yeah, just having some kind of attack.

I know who you are, Kisan Teague.

- You got cut. - What you say, bro?

Kane is in the building.

So it is not an end for our dear brother, Kisan.

Our dear son and nephew,

neighbor, friend, and teammate Kisan.

The life of the spirit-eternal has

no four quarters or a halftime show.

It is a spirit that we can feel

and touch and speak to...

whenever we close our eyes

or feel the breeze or fumble or triumph.

We must think of this not as the end of a game,

but as the beginning of a new life.

For through Him, our life and our love is eternal

and everlasting.

Can I get an amen?

Amen!

I hate fucking funerals. I hate grieving.

You don't like to feel?

Actually, I don't feel anything.

That's the problem.

I'm the same way, brother.

It shows that we care.

Bossman.

How was the service?

It was intense.

I remember the first guy I lost.

D-back with all the tools, all set to be a star

till he slid his car off the road.

Well, they feel like your kids, but they aren't.

So the owners meeting is tomorrow.

And?

I need to know where you stand.

On my own two feet.

18 games is gonna be good for the players.

How would you know? You're not a player.

Neither are you anymore.

They're gonna get two more game checks,

and we're gonna expand the salary cap.

Yeah, you're gonna make a lot more money for yourselves.

For everyone.

I'm a hard-ass, but I'm not heartless.

I'll let you know when I know.

Just remember, I might not be a player,

but I'm a players' owner.

Deacon Eller.

Spencer Strasmore.

I'd tell you to stop following me around

and dogging my footsteps,

but I heard you got yourself a team.

Congratulations. I appreciate that.

You know, I'd love to have you on the sidelines.

No, I'm too old and crusty to be fooling around

with those young kids with all that piss and vinegar.

No, thank you. Sure.

If you change your mind, I'd love to have you.

Appreciate.

Waiting for somebody?

Just a cab.

Legends don't take cabs.

I don't know about you,

but I'm feeling kind of fucked up

that we didn't go to Kisan's thing earlier.

I told you I don't do funerals.

They freak me out.

Next one I go to gonna be my own.

Better believe I'll be at that one.

Hey, man, don't bring that shit up again, man.

- Okay. - Hey.

Guess who's on the motherfucking

WAG shit list.

What'd you do?

My guess is, she talking about you, nigga.

So I ran into a few of the players' wives today

at SoulCycle.

They snubbed me,

told me to tell my husband he need to be more careful

with his words.

Bet it's good for your workout,

pedaling all mad and angry and shit.

You know what?

Seriously, Ricky, I'll put up

with whatever I have to put up with

if you're really committed.

But if this is some kind of sidepiece...

I'm pretty good at it.

Pretty good? This nigga's filthy.

Give me ten.

Well, why don't you use those big mouths

to help the players out

instead of just tearing 'em down?

Shit gotta be funny, though. We ain't doing edutainment.

Our show does need to say something, though.

Don't overreach. Stick to sex and money.

That shit sells.

Well, you ass-backwards as usual,

but you know, you might be onto something.

I got an idea.

Yo, get Joe Krutel on the show.

Fuck that goofy white boy gonna bring to the party?

Trust me on this, bro.

All right, man.

Domino, motherfucker.

Nigga, that ain't domino.

I called his office, like, three times.

It's getting absurd.

His assistant keeps saying he doesn't know where he is,

but I know that fucker's there.

He's ducking me,

hoping that I'm gonna move on from Kamara.

That way he doesn't have to take him my "Godfather" offer.

Isn't that an agent's job, to take their clients offers?

Yep, but nobody does what they're supposed to do.

I do.

Too bad nobody notices.

Look, I've been trying to find the right time

to tell you this.

I got another job offer,

from the Browns.

You thought this was the right time?

Are my instincts off?

I don't know, Benny. You tell me.

I got a wife I never see,

a hole in the offense...

oh, I got a boss who absolutely hates my guts,

and I'm $3 billion over budget on the stadium!

All that, I don't even got my own deal locked up yet.

So maybe it ain't the right time!

Forget I said anything.

You okay, boss?

Yeah, I'm good.

Just something I ate ain't sitting right, I think.

But look...

Can't feel my hands.

It's all right, though.

Kamara's gonna come through and Julie and Kiki run...

Boss, boss, you don't seem okay.

Oh, my God.

I think I'm having a stroke. Jesus.

Do you want me to call 911?

No! No, nope.

Ain't gonna let Werner witness me carted off

out of here like some kind of loser.

Drive myself.

You need to come on Ricky's show with me today.

I prefer to lurk in the shadows.

It's safer there.

It's good place to plug our shop.

Plus, I need the support.

I believe in you, maestro.

Besides, I just buried a 28-year-old,

and it's mine and Donna's two-year anniversary tonight.

Oh, God, that sucks.

Not your anniversary, of course.

Kisan.

God, two years, huh?