The NBA Hall of Famer addressed the allegations in a manner characteristic of Shaq.
Shaq may be the man in the picture of an unidentified man holding a woman with his big hands, according to social media investigators.
Shaquille O’Neal, the NBA Hall of Famer, has since spoken out following the viral success of the endearing picture.
Maria Ozuna Teachey posted a photo of herself holding a very tall man who was hugging her from behind, but the selfie she took in the mirror left his head off.
The photo was captioned “Unapologetically us” by eachey. Guess who feet, guys? #loveyou.
Claimantly identifying themselves as the seven-foot-one-inch, 325-pound basketball icon, Shaq’s more than 200,000 strong Instagram followers instantly flooded her feed with comments.
“People on social media seem to think #Shaq has a new girlfriend,” wrote the popular social media account WorldStar when it published the image on its Instagram page.
The legendary former LA Lakers player remarked, “Nope not the kid.”
Then, in a hilarious turn of events, Shaq posted a video of himself with five women on his own Instagram account, writing, “Is this my girlfriend too? Trust me, I’ll let y’all know who my woman is. By the way, her name is Shaqirah.”
He also uploaded a video of himself lip-syncing to the iconic Training Day speech delivered by Denzel Washington, along with the message, “I’ll let you know when I fall in love.”
Although Teachey removed the post from her Instagram account a while ago, it remains on Facebook.
Since divorcing his ex-wife Shaunie Henderson, the founder and CEO of Amirah, Inc., the business behind Basketball Wives, in 2011, Shaq has been remarkably silent on the dating scene.
Together, the couple has five children: Shareef, Amirah, Me’arah, Shaqir, and Myles B. O’Neal, Shaunie’s step-son from a previous relationship. In addition, Shaq and his ex-girlfriend Arnetta Yardbourgh are the parents of Taahirah O’Neal, their daughter.
Shaq has been quiet about his current girlfriend despite a number of speculations circulating about her.
The Olympic gold champion, who once challenged Michael Phelps in a swimming competition, is unquestionably a sporting star.
The 15-time NBA All-Star finished the race in 23.14 seconds, while Phelps finished in 24.03 seconds—though, it should be noted, he was only swimming 25 yards, while the most decorated Olympian of all time had to cover 50 yards with a five-second head start—back when he was filming the competitive ABC series, Shaq Vs.
MAN FINDS A SMASHED PHONE ON THE ROADSIDE — AFTER HE INSERTS THE SIM CARD INTO HIS OWN PHONE AND CALLS “DAUGHTER,” HE RUSHES TO HELP.
The morning sun glinted off the dew-covered grass as Alan hurried down the street, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He had found an old, battered phone on the sidewalk, a relic from a bygone era. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he’d inserted the SIM card into his own phone. The call that followed had shattered his ordinary morning and thrust him into an unexpected role: rescuer.
“Julie, I’m coming to get you,” he had promised, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands.
Now, standing in front of the apartment building, a wave of apprehension washed over him. What would he find inside? What kind of danger had befallen this little girl?
He cautiously knocked on the door, his knuckles white. Silence. He knocked again, louder this time. Still, no answer.
Worried, Alan called the police. While he waited, he tried to peer through the windows, but the blinds were drawn. He imagined the little girl alone in the apartment, scared and helpless.
Finally, the police arrived, two officers with stern faces and concerned eyes. They listened to Alan’s story, their expressions growing grimmer by the second. After a brief discussion, they forced the door open.
The apartment was small and sparsely furnished, a poignant picture of a life lived in simplicity. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight piercing through the grimy window. But it was the silence that was most unsettling, a heavy, suffocating silence that seemed to amplify the ticking of his own heart.
Then, he saw her. Julie, curled up on a threadbare rug, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear. She looked smaller, more fragile than he had imagined.
One of the officers knelt beside her, his voice gentle, “Julie? Are you alright?”
Julie, her voice barely a whisper, nodded slowly.
The police officers, after assessing Julie’s condition, contacted child services. Alan, feeling a strange sense of responsibility, stayed with Julie, offering her a comforting smile and a reassuring pat on the head. He bought her a small stuffed animal from a nearby convenience store, the bright colors a stark contrast to the gloom that had settled over the apartment.
As he watched the ambulance pull away, carrying Julie to the hospital, Alan felt a strange sense of purpose. He had stumbled upon a situation he never could have anticipated, but he knew he couldn’t walk away.
He spent the next few days making calls, trying to find any information about Julie’s mother. He contacted local hospitals, checked missing persons reports, and scoured social media for any clues.
The search proved to be frustrating. Julie, it turned out, had been living with her mother in a homeless shelter before they moved into the apartment. There was no record of any family members.
But Alan wasn’t going to give up. He visited Julie every day at the hospital, bringing her books, drawing supplies, and stories. He became a constant presence in her life, a beacon of hope in the midst of uncertainty.
The days turned into weeks, and Julie slowly began to open up. She told him about her mother’s dreams of finding a stable home, of providing a better life for her daughter. She spoke of her mother’s love for nature, her passion for painting, and her infectious laughter.
As Julie recovered, Alan began to investigate further. He visited the homeless shelter, spoke to the staff, and learned about the challenges faced by homeless families. He discovered a network of organizations dedicated to helping children in need.
He wasn’t just a programmer anymore. He was an advocate, a protector, a beacon of hope for a child who had lost her way. And as he watched Julie smile, her eyes sparkling with a newfound joy, he realized that sometimes, the most unexpected paths led to the most meaningful destinations.
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