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.
Buffy’s Journey Home
The morning had started like any other, tinged with the usual mix of hope and mild anxiety that came with an aging pet’s vet visit. Buffy, our sweet, silver-faced girl, was scheduled for a routine dental cleaning. We expected her to come home a little groggy, maybe missing a tooth or two, but otherwise, our same old Buffy.
But Dr. Mac, with her quiet wisdom and deep understanding of the creatures in her care, had a feeling. Before the anesthesia, she looked closer at Buffy’s recent lab work. The call came later that morning, a gentle voice delivering news that felt like a physical blow. Advanced kidney failure. Anesthesia was too risky; it could push her fragile system past the point of no return.
Suddenly, the simple dental cleaning faded into insignificance. A new, heartbreaking reality settled in. We looked at Buffy, still wagging her tail when we spoke her name, still nudging our hands for pets, and knew what we had to do. The kindest, most loving act was to let her go now, surrounded by love, before the illness stole her joy and her will to live. We couldn’t bear the thought of her suffering, losing her appetite, her spark dimming day by day.
My first thought was Robbie. He adored Buffy, and she him. This decision, this final act of love, had to include him. I left immediately to pick him up from school. The car ride felt heavy, the usual chatter replaced by the quiet hum of the engine and the weight of what was to come.
Gathering my courage, I explained to him, as gently and honestly as I could, that Buffy was very sick, that her body was tired, and that we needed to help her find peace. I told him she wouldn’t be coming home with us this time.
His eyes filled, but his voice was steady. “I want to hold her,” he said, his small voice firm. “I want to be the one holding her when she goes to heaven.”
My heart swelled with a painful mix of sorrow and profound pride. Of course. There was no one else I would rather give that honor to.
We drove home, the quiet returning, but now filled with a different kind of understanding. I looked at him, this young boy carrying such a heavy truth with such grace. “Robbie,” I started, my voice thick with emotion, “I am so incredibly proud of you. Proud that you understand how important it is to take care of our old animals, and that helping them means making sure they never, ever suffer.”
He just nodded, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the windshield, already preparing himself for the difficult task ahead, for the final, loving embrace he would share with his dear friend Buffy as she journeyed home. And in that quiet moment, I knew that while our hearts were breaking, we were navigating this pain together, grounded in the deepest kind of love and compassion.
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