Marcin Gortat fer yfir mįlin

Mašur er lśmskt farinn aš hlakka til aš sjį žennan gaur spila aftur nęsta vetur.  Kom heldur betur į óvart ķ śrslitakeppninni og var miklu betri en enginn žegar D12 var annaš hvort ķ banni eša villuvandręšum.  Žetta er bara töffari.  Veit aš Svali Björgvins getur alla vega ekki bešiš eftir aš lżsa leikjum meš honum.

Fann fremur slaka žżšingu į žessu myndbandi sem er einhvern veginn į žessa leiš:

Gortat: In school, a lot of boys ran after her. I tested my skills when I was 18. I paid attention to her every move. I watched how she fell and how she picked himself up.For every other guy it's a [inaudible, but I think it's something like a game, although he doesn't use that word]. For me, she's my entire life. She constantly requires focus. She doesn't let me rest. She's capricious -- you never know where she will go. She always pulls me in and bounces back away.

Little boy: Eh, forget about her [he uses an expression that literally translates as: throw her in the basket, which means, forget about her]

Gortat: Ya, I thought of that myself as well.

Er einhver žarna śti sem kann pólsku og getur žżtt žetta betur?


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