Last night while watching the 2005 NBA draft I got mad heated that Raptors GM Rob Babcock took Charlie Villanueva with the 7th pick. I'm calling for his immediate dismissal. What was he thinking?I mean Villanueva looked like a top 10 pick last year when he was playing next to Emaka Okafor at UConn but this year he wasn't all that. Actually he disappeared in a positively Rashard McCant type way in Uconn's final game in my opinion. I usually chart out all the possible Raptor picks and even got it right the one year we took Kareen Rush. Boy was I happy that year until we traded him a few picks later to the Lakers for this Mr Potato head looking guy. Damn!
So last night when I heard we picked Villanueva I was like rushing around talking to myself saying no way, there's got to be a trade in the works. Oh well! Maybe Babcock is tired of Toronto and is trying to get fired. I still hope Villaneva works out though.
Oh well. Anyway as I watched the draft and wondered about the impact of these young men on the NBA in years to come I had some deep thoughts. Thoughts like why draft a high schooler on potential rather than take a solid college grad where you know what you're getting. Its all a big gamble.....just like life.
I mean dudes are being penalized for going to school now. Sort of like real life, you go to school do your degree come out and the debt hits you like whoa. Its sort of like that BDP rhyme: 'You go to Vietnam come back you're a veteran but how many veterans are out there peddling' except substitute Vietnam for college and substitute peddling for struggling and cant find a job. Schools supposed to be the way to success but dudes who went straight to work out of high school be making more cash than some college grads who are straight struggling. Geez I'm starting to sound like Kanye.
And I was following the whole issue with Marvin Williams the number 2 pick last night. The one knock on him was that he's too nice a guy and they don't know if he wants it bad enough. Basically that's saying he's not a big enough jerk and his ego isn't big enough yea and then teams complain that the guys in the league aren't good citizens, wow! Just like real life I guess being nice just aint where its at. Still number 2 pick aint bad for ol Marvin for most of the good guys in the world its more like you're not even drafted.
Yep the draft is sort of like life, the asses somehow seem to impress those in authority more and get ahead don't they?
They also sometimes say life's a game you got to play hard to win and you may have some talent but it will only take you so far. But is life truly a game? I mean come on I could use a time out right about now to regroup but if I call time out right now I'm likely to be hit with a Chris Webber like penalty and blow the game and turn the ball over. Turn the ball over? What ball? You have to pick the ball up and run with it I've heard. Me I just dropped the ball a long time ago because I was tired of getting hit. Why is it that if you pick up the ball and start running mysterious linebackers appear from out of nowhere to impede your progress and sometimes stomp you into the ground. You've got to be able to take a hit son. Well f that, if you hit me mama said knock you the hell out. Personally, I say take the ball and pass that ish to someone else and let them deal with that shh umm hit. Where's my pass protection anyways? I'm feeling like a QB outside the pocket trying to go deep while dodging 400 pound linebackers trying to sack me for a loss of yards. I've already lost mad yards as it stands, if I lose anymore I'm out of the game and in the stands. Always got to scramble and I aint as fast as M Vick.
They say take it to the hole strong, maybe you'll get the bucket And 1. But maybe you should just settle for the jump shot. I mean good jump shooters are far and wide lacking in the league, I say find your niche, everyone cant dunk, everyone wont be a star some people got to be role players right. Someone has to do the dirty work, play defense, we all cant be flashy.
Got to deal with the curveballs life throws, cant strike out. Knock it out the park while other brothers be hitting bunts (I got SOUL POWER never took a cold shower neva had a ...). Got to get on top of the ball, handle the bouncers and the beamers. Hit them for six! Avoid the tackles, don't bogey on the 13th, return service, win the game, win the set, win the match. Instead I'm behind the 8 ball and praying for a hail mary to save me. Whoa sports metaphor overload!
Anyway I still don't believe life's a game. If it is then why is it years after I've been in the league I still feel like I'm undergoing a rookie hazing? Why cant the coach take me out when I'm playing crap and put me on the bench for a spell. Where's my sub, even a stunt double would be nice in some situations. Why cant I rack up a DNP (did not play) when I'm sick. Where are the drugs when I'm playing through pain? Why cant I demand a trade? Life's just not cricket (fair) but then again cricket is no longer cricket these days anyways.
Where's my playbook, where's my scouting chart on the opposition, and worst of all where are my endorsements? I could be s spokesperson too. I can sell product. Actually I probably cant. I'm giving it 110% out there son, I got sound bites?
Still the closest my life will probably get to sports is sudden death. Who knows!
We were all supposed to get dressed up and show up looking as if we were going to a real dancehall session. Since I don't have no clothing like this gentleman on the right (See me no favor shabba!) I just had to go as my super casual self but some of the ladies at the session really went to some lengths with the colorful hair and the outfits to match. Something like this other photo!
Lawd a mercy! Oh by the way I find dem pictures online I don't know these people lol.
Watched Master of the Flying Guillotine tonight. I guess I could have added Kung Fu movies on my list of things I love but I think I would have been misusing the word love. Still I like them quite a bit.
Well the Spurs won sigh! If I said I wasn't disappointed I would be telling a lie but all the same on some level I am happy that Tim Duncan was able to silence some of his doubters. Oh well congrats to the Spurs, it was a hard fought series. Turning point in Game 7 for me was Pistons up 7 in the third and Billups attempts to throw a quarterback pass into traffic for McDyess. Spurs got a lot of momentum after intercepting that pass. Oh well its over now Pistons you fought valiantly, respect! Actually its really funny if the Spurs had played any other team I'd be ecstatic but right now I'm feeling a bit down about the whole thing. Oh well!
Yes ladies and gentlemen it all comes down to one final game tonight, game 7, crunch time, sudden death if you wish. Pistons vs Spurs for the NBA championship! I'm not even playing and I'm feeling the jitters of waiting for this one. Lets see who will pull it out of the bag. Spurs have got to be favored for playing on their home court but those pesky Pistons don't seem to give up. Should be fun.
First off thanks to everyone who hit up the comment box the last few days. I'm feeling the love so thank y'all for making a brother feel appreciated.
When the game is on the line these guys are the ones the coach draws up the plays for, the guy you want with the ball in his hand when the game is down to the wire. Yet every year for the past couple of years there has been one mere mortal role player type dude who regardless of which team he's on, for just one playoff game when things are on the line takes over from the better known stars. That man is Big Shot Bob aka Robert Horry an NBA veteran with 5 championship rings with the possibility of a 6th looming quite largely this year.
Spent way too much time trying to find a nice picture to accompany this blog and couldn't even find one I liked with a son.
So like I was saying there used to be this old security protocol at one of my former workplaces that involved what procedures to follow if someone phoned in a bomb threat. The procedures said something like this: If someone phones in a bomb threat in your building, remain calm. Ask the person for his/her name , address and contact information and the location of the bomb, what time the bomb is supposed to go off and the reason for placing the bomb.
I wasn't going to comment on Wacko Jacko's acquittal. Like my man
ATHENS, Greece -- Asafa Powell set a world record in the men's 100 meters Tuesday, clocking 9.77 seconds at the Tsiklitiria Super Grand Prix meeting.
red Atlanta Hawks Jersey (similar to the one shown here) and jeans. Yes this is important to the story, I not just giving you a rundown on my fashion choices fa style. Follow me nuh!
My man emailed me sometime earlier this week about this film on the infamous Queensbridge projects showing Thursday and I said ok lets go. All I knew was it was about "The Bridge", I didn't know the name and had a vague understanding that it was a documentary but that was it. So when I showed up early yesterday evening to hook up the tickets in case there was a lineup later on I looked at the film name on the cinema and was like huh what is this Tragedy thing showing at 7PM and this is the
So the last few weekends I've been trying to work on my lawn and all that good stuff. Not that I'm a big gardening fan but with the nice temperatures its a good way to stay at home and still be outside. Plus with the new house I just got to do what I got to do. Damn living in an apartment was definitely less work!
The way the world going these days I think I might have to make '
Been watching Chappell Season 2 the last few nights. Keep falling asleep in front of it though because I'm dead tired but that in no way is a slight to Dave. Believe me folks this stuff is hilarious! I actually miss seeing the season live. Not that its not shown in Toronto its just I never remember what time its on. So here I am watching the Racial Draft, Charlie Murphy's True Hollywood Stories and I know Black People for the first time and I am laughing my butt off.