If you are a frequent visitor to this blog, you know how I feel about Kevin Garnett, the once mighty power forward who turned into a douchebag- and a whiny one at that- once he was traded to Boston. (Must be something in the water.) The Kevin Garnett I knew in Minnesota was a humble player who gave it his all in every game. The Celtics' Garnett was a whiny bitch who cowered in the fourth quarter and was punked at one time by the Hawks' Zaza Pachulia. The fact that this guy has an NBA Championship irks the bejesus out of me.
It wasn't supposed to be that way, though. In 1986, while Garnett was still in middle school, the Boston Celtics selected 6'10 forward Leonard Bias, a whirling dervish of talent out of the University of Maryland, and the guy who would presumably lead the Celtics to championship after championship. There was only one problem: Len Bias died of a cocaine overdose hours after he was selected 2nd by the Celtics. The dream was, in the words of Langston Hughes, deferred.
Had Bias not died of a cocaine overdose, and had Reggie Lewis not died during practice in 1993, the Celtics of 2008 would not have existed. Had Bias and Lewis not passed away at such a young age, you could say that the Celtics would be working on getting title 20 by now, instead of the 17 they have with the nucleus of Garnett, Pierce, and Allen.
In a sense, you could make a case that cocaine, that "hell of a drug", gave Garnett his ring.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Holy Shit
Awesome Catch by Ball Girl - The most amazing bloopers are here
This girl is awesome. Oh, and the toss to the left fielder after the catch? Major superdickery.
Masshole
This is further proof that Massachusetts has the biggest amount of douchebags per capita in the entire world. While, of course, Queens and Miami Beach are right up there with Bostons in terms of douchebags per capita when it comes to cities, I am convinced that in no other state will we see the amount of douchebags living in Massachusetts. Why?
Well, Brian Scalabrine, for those who don't watch basketball, hardly plays on the Celtics championship squad. Yet, when he was asked by the media to gauge why the Celtics were successful in beating the Lakers, he had this to say:
Well, Brian Scalabrine, for those who don't watch basketball, hardly plays on the Celtics championship squad. Yet, when he was asked by the media to gauge why the Celtics were successful in beating the Lakers, he had this to say:
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Music, Music, Music
So every now and then, I like to download music, update my iPod with tunes. Today was one of those days.
I first started downloading random shit 'til I found out my man Wale has another mixtape out, 100 Miles & Running. One of the songs on the mixtape was a remake of the Lily Allen- another Tit favorite- song Smile, produced by Mark Ronson, who also produced some songs for Wale, by the way.
Anyway, one thing led to another, and I found out through Wikipedia that Mark Ronson produced a Michael Jackson tribute album with rapper Rhymefest. The mixtape, called Man In The Mirror, has some awesome songs, with the absolute creme de la creme being No Sunshine (I'm too lazy to link to it; find it.)
However, in what has to be the most surprising mixtape, and thus the most interesting tidbit in this post, is the new 50 Cent mixtape.
Now, I soured on Curtis Jackson a long time ago, but this mixtape was different. Apparently, 50 does soul music, a la Kanye. Unlike Kanye, however, he does it badly.
Say what you will about Kanye's sampling, but the man uses samples that are cool, that fit his style. When I think 50, I don't think Ring My Bell by Anita Ward. Curtis, however, disagrees, even including that old Tom Tom Club song, Genius of Love- which you will recognize from Mariah Carey, by the way- as a sample for his song, When I Get Out.
High comedy, indeed (I mean that in the literal and metaphorical, euphoric sense).
Lesson for the day, Curtis: DON'T DO 70S MUSIC!
I first started downloading random shit 'til I found out my man Wale has another mixtape out, 100 Miles & Running. One of the songs on the mixtape was a remake of the Lily Allen- another Tit favorite- song Smile, produced by Mark Ronson, who also produced some songs for Wale, by the way.
Anyway, one thing led to another, and I found out through Wikipedia that Mark Ronson produced a Michael Jackson tribute album with rapper Rhymefest. The mixtape, called Man In The Mirror, has some awesome songs, with the absolute creme de la creme being No Sunshine (I'm too lazy to link to it; find it.)
However, in what has to be the most surprising mixtape, and thus the most interesting tidbit in this post, is the new 50 Cent mixtape.
Now, I soured on Curtis Jackson a long time ago, but this mixtape was different. Apparently, 50 does soul music, a la Kanye. Unlike Kanye, however, he does it badly.
Say what you will about Kanye's sampling, but the man uses samples that are cool, that fit his style. When I think 50, I don't think Ring My Bell by Anita Ward. Curtis, however, disagrees, even including that old Tom Tom Club song, Genius of Love- which you will recognize from Mariah Carey, by the way- as a sample for his song, When I Get Out.
High comedy, indeed (I mean that in the literal and metaphorical, euphoric sense).
Lesson for the day, Curtis: DON'T DO 70S MUSIC!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
War Inc.
I'm watching a movie called War, Inc. right now and I gotta tell you, this movie is hilarious. It's basically a satire on the democratization of war.
John Cusack stars as a military "showman" who is put in charge of a trade show in a fictional country called Turaqistan. (Can you guess what the name alludes to?) He seems to lose all touch with reality (pressures of the job, I'm guessing) and copes with that by taking shots of hot sauce.
However, Cusack is not the high point of comedy in this movie; Hilary Duff as an Arabian Britney Spears clone is. Basically, she's oversexed, hypererotic, and in love with the American way of life. (For the Arabic readers of this blog, think Haifa'a Wahbee.)
She also comes with her own posse of Kevin Federline wannabes. Those people are clowns as well.
Anyway, I'll put in my two cents on the premise of the movie as soon as I finish watching it.
John Cusack stars as a military "showman" who is put in charge of a trade show in a fictional country called Turaqistan. (Can you guess what the name alludes to?) He seems to lose all touch with reality (pressures of the job, I'm guessing) and copes with that by taking shots of hot sauce.
However, Cusack is not the high point of comedy in this movie; Hilary Duff as an Arabian Britney Spears clone is. Basically, she's oversexed, hypererotic, and in love with the American way of life. (For the Arabic readers of this blog, think Haifa'a Wahbee.)
She also comes with her own posse of Kevin Federline wannabes. Those people are clowns as well.
Anyway, I'll put in my two cents on the premise of the movie as soon as I finish watching it.
Obligatory Euro 2008 Update
Since I found out I would much rather comment on blogs than actually blog, my output hasn't been as frequent. Loyal readers of The Tit, you deserve better. In lieu of that, and because I will not write about the NBA until the draft, I present to you an update of the Euro 2008 Tournament, which has held my attention for two weeks now.
I am a Spanish sympathizer, and, of course, my heart is with them. My head, however, isn't. No, it's not with the Dutch, who have been the class of the tournament, either. Let me explain.
As a fan of both nations' national teams, I know a lot about the shortcomings of their styles of play/luck. I'll start with Spain.
Spain's main problem is, of course, their coach, the racist Luis Arragones. Arragones seems to be an enigma when it comes to lineups and formations. (Dude makes Doc Rivers look sane.) Everybody who has seen the Spanish side knows that, on paper at least, they are built for the clasic 4-4-2. Arragones, however, has decided to "experiment," and not just with games that don't matter. Oh no, Luis is too "crafty" for that. Luis Arragones only experiments in games where they have to win, where common sense, and a solid lineup of players that know each other, would propel the Spaniards to victory.
Watch the Italy game for more examples of this. Watch him bench Torres, or Villa, or Xavi, or someone whose inclusion would seem pivotal to even the casual fan.
The Netherlands, however, seem to suffer from simply a lack of luck. The lucky bounce, the controversial penalty, the dubious amounts of red cards; they will all bite the Dutch in the ass at the most inopportune time. Like, perhaps, their game against (here's hoping against hope) the Italians in the semifinals.
But, dude, where's your head at?
That's easy.
My head says the Azzuri would win it.
Here's hoping, for once, I am wrong.
I am a Spanish sympathizer, and, of course, my heart is with them. My head, however, isn't. No, it's not with the Dutch, who have been the class of the tournament, either. Let me explain.
As a fan of both nations' national teams, I know a lot about the shortcomings of their styles of play/luck. I'll start with Spain.
Spain's main problem is, of course, their coach, the racist Luis Arragones. Arragones seems to be an enigma when it comes to lineups and formations. (Dude makes Doc Rivers look sane.) Everybody who has seen the Spanish side knows that, on paper at least, they are built for the clasic 4-4-2. Arragones, however, has decided to "experiment," and not just with games that don't matter. Oh no, Luis is too "crafty" for that. Luis Arragones only experiments in games where they have to win, where common sense, and a solid lineup of players that know each other, would propel the Spaniards to victory.
Watch the Italy game for more examples of this. Watch him bench Torres, or Villa, or Xavi, or someone whose inclusion would seem pivotal to even the casual fan.
The Netherlands, however, seem to suffer from simply a lack of luck. The lucky bounce, the controversial penalty, the dubious amounts of red cards; they will all bite the Dutch in the ass at the most inopportune time. Like, perhaps, their game against (here's hoping against hope) the Italians in the semifinals.
But, dude, where's your head at?
That's easy.
My head says the Azzuri would win it.
Here's hoping, for once, I am wrong.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Wow
"Lesbian and gay couples get divorced for the same reasons that heterosexual couples do. Honestly the only thing that is different is that some people rushed to get married without thinking it through just because they could. It was an incredibly heady historical moment and some people probably made the decision hastily."- Joyce Kaufman, lawyer in Saturday's New York Times.
I don't have anything to say about this subject right now because of some "extra curricular activities." So, feel free to comment.
I don't have anything to say about this subject right now because of some "extra curricular activities." So, feel free to comment.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
The NBA: Where Fixing Happens
The NBA Finals are on TV, and the league's two most storied franchises, the Boston Celtics and the Los Angeles Lakers, are entangled in a battle that has Boston leading LA 2-1. This is definitely a post about the spectacle that is the series, right? Bodie is going to talk about the matchup of the league's best player, Kobe Bryant, and the team that noted Left Tit favorite Rasheed Wallace called "Team NBA."
Not quite.
Last night was also the night that infamous former NBA referee Tim Donaghy, who was found guilty of betting on games he officiated, essentially making the NBA as scripted as the WWE, claimed that certain playoff games- namely Game 6 of the 2002 Western Conference Finals between the Sacramento Kings and these same Los Angeles Lakers- were fixed.
Donaghy claims that the officials working the game, of which he wasn't a part of, were instructed by NBA commissioner David Stern to insure a Lakers victory. This is bad.
Not only does this further damage the league's credibility with fans- especially after the Donaghy fiasco, it also touches on the one thing viewers have accused the NBA of doing. It is a wide assumption, often done in jest, that David Stern tells referees to make sure a series goes a certain way in order to insure a certain team wins, or a series "goes seven."
David Stern, whom I still think is the best commissioner in sports, needs to act fast, and not just squash Donaghy's claims. It is widely assumed that the game 6 in question is the worst officiated game in recent memory, and the fact that a former referee would claim it was fixed would certainly help in confirming the assumption.
No longer is the commissioner the Teflon Don, certainly his league is not- nor was it ever a teflon league. Address this, Mr. Stern, before you turn into Vince McMahon.
Your product is so much better than that.
Not quite.
Last night was also the night that infamous former NBA referee Tim Donaghy, who was found guilty of betting on games he officiated, essentially making the NBA as scripted as the WWE, claimed that certain playoff games- namely Game 6 of the 2002 Western Conference Finals between the Sacramento Kings and these same Los Angeles Lakers- were fixed.
Donaghy claims that the officials working the game, of which he wasn't a part of, were instructed by NBA commissioner David Stern to insure a Lakers victory. This is bad.
Not only does this further damage the league's credibility with fans- especially after the Donaghy fiasco, it also touches on the one thing viewers have accused the NBA of doing. It is a wide assumption, often done in jest, that David Stern tells referees to make sure a series goes a certain way in order to insure a certain team wins, or a series "goes seven."
David Stern, whom I still think is the best commissioner in sports, needs to act fast, and not just squash Donaghy's claims. It is widely assumed that the game 6 in question is the worst officiated game in recent memory, and the fact that a former referee would claim it was fixed would certainly help in confirming the assumption.
No longer is the commissioner the Teflon Don, certainly his league is not- nor was it ever a teflon league. Address this, Mr. Stern, before you turn into Vince McMahon.
Your product is so much better than that.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
We're Off To See The Wizard
You guys remember The Wizard of Oz right? Well, every time I think about this movie now, I think drugs. Think about it.
The Wizard is a drug dealer, and Tin Man, Scarecrow, and The Cowardly Lion are users. They’re addicts. Cowardly Lion, who’s a coward, needs cocaine. Cocaine makes you feel aggressive and a tad bit nuerotic. With cocaine, the Cowardly Lion can become, well, a lion.
Tin Man needs a heart, right? Well, ecstacy is his drug of choice then. The endorphins that are released when people are under the effects of ecstacy should give him the resemblence of a heart. He’s happy, his heart’s racing, thus he gets a heart.
Scarecrow is a pot head if I ever saw one. The dude needs a brain right? Well, if you have ever had a conversation with a pot head, then you know how smart (deep and delusional is more like it) they think they are. Everything sounds deep when talking to a pothead.
Dorothy? Well, Dorothy wasn’t a drug addict. She was the enabler.
The Wizard is a drug dealer, and Tin Man, Scarecrow, and The Cowardly Lion are users. They’re addicts. Cowardly Lion, who’s a coward, needs cocaine. Cocaine makes you feel aggressive and a tad bit nuerotic. With cocaine, the Cowardly Lion can become, well, a lion.
Tin Man needs a heart, right? Well, ecstacy is his drug of choice then. The endorphins that are released when people are under the effects of ecstacy should give him the resemblence of a heart. He’s happy, his heart’s racing, thus he gets a heart.
Scarecrow is a pot head if I ever saw one. The dude needs a brain right? Well, if you have ever had a conversation with a pot head, then you know how smart (deep and delusional is more like it) they think they are. Everything sounds deep when talking to a pothead.
Dorothy? Well, Dorothy wasn’t a drug addict. She was the enabler.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Boston! Please Shut Up & Die!
Full disclosure: I am a fan of two sports teams that are based out of Boston, the Boston Red Sox (genuinely) and the New England Patriots (Randy Moss).
However, right now, I would like nothing more than for Boston fans to just eat a dick.
Maybe it's because I live in South Florida, where Bostonian douche bags are a dime a dozen. Maybe it's because, in watching the NBA playoffs for a couple of months (and six months of the regular season, I have come to loathe the Celtics (especially Kevin Garnett, who was, at one time, one of my favorite players) and was never really sold on them as a genuine championship contender, which, by the way, I still don't. But I really hate Boston right now.
Every day of this whole year, we were subjected to Boston fans, who, in 2007, never put on a Celtics jersey, talking about Celtic pride, yada yada yada, bla bla bla. They talked about how the Celtics were going to win number 17 this year, and how they had the best record in the NBA. Come playoff time, their chants were subdued because the FUCKING ATLANTA HAWKS took them to seven games. Then the Cavaliers and LeBron James did it. By the time they got to the Pistons, we thought, and Boston fans did too but would never admit it, that they were done for.
Of course, Flip made sure that didn't happen. (Yes, I am still bitter.)
Now, with the NBA Finals starting tomorrow, ESPN has been showing us clips of this rivalry (which Boston has been leading 8-2 in terms of Finals series matchups, so how that's a rivalry I don't know). This isn't the first time ESPN has hyped something up. Before 2004, when the Sox won their first World Series in 86 years, they bombarded us with Red Sox- Yankees rivalry talk. This is asinine because the Yanks, at that point, as much as I hate to admit this, were the winningest franchise in baseball, while the Sox drought has been decades.
What I hope, and what I think will happen as well, is that the Lakers finish off the Celtics in 4 or 5, with Kobe Bryant winning Finals MVP. (By the way, this is coming from a guy who hates the Lakers, too.)
Maybe then Bostonians would shut up.
Of course I highly doubt that.
However, right now, I would like nothing more than for Boston fans to just eat a dick.
Maybe it's because I live in South Florida, where Bostonian douche bags are a dime a dozen. Maybe it's because, in watching the NBA playoffs for a couple of months (and six months of the regular season, I have come to loathe the Celtics (especially Kevin Garnett, who was, at one time, one of my favorite players) and was never really sold on them as a genuine championship contender, which, by the way, I still don't. But I really hate Boston right now.
Every day of this whole year, we were subjected to Boston fans, who, in 2007, never put on a Celtics jersey, talking about Celtic pride, yada yada yada, bla bla bla. They talked about how the Celtics were going to win number 17 this year, and how they had the best record in the NBA. Come playoff time, their chants were subdued because the FUCKING ATLANTA HAWKS took them to seven games. Then the Cavaliers and LeBron James did it. By the time they got to the Pistons, we thought, and Boston fans did too but would never admit it, that they were done for.
Of course, Flip made sure that didn't happen. (Yes, I am still bitter.)
Now, with the NBA Finals starting tomorrow, ESPN has been showing us clips of this rivalry (which Boston has been leading 8-2 in terms of Finals series matchups, so how that's a rivalry I don't know). This isn't the first time ESPN has hyped something up. Before 2004, when the Sox won their first World Series in 86 years, they bombarded us with Red Sox- Yankees rivalry talk. This is asinine because the Yanks, at that point, as much as I hate to admit this, were the winningest franchise in baseball, while the Sox drought has been decades.
What I hope, and what I think will happen as well, is that the Lakers finish off the Celtics in 4 or 5, with Kobe Bryant winning Finals MVP. (By the way, this is coming from a guy who hates the Lakers, too.)
Maybe then Bostonians would shut up.
Of course I highly doubt that.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Finally!
I am ecstatic today at the news that the Detroit Pistons finally wised up and fired Flip Saunders! While it was a forgone conclusion that Flip was gone after the debacle that was Game Six of the Eastern Conference Finals against the Boston Celtics, it was a weird sense of deja vu with the result (down to the 4-2 score in each of Flip's three seasons) until today when Pistons GM finally pulled the trigger.
It comes as a price though. No longer is the coach coming in going to inherit the same roster, consisting of the best starting five in basketball and a more than adequate bench. Joe D. is going to make some changes.
Rasheed Wallace seems like the most likely change, as his 12-10 in the Boston series is not nearly what he is capable of. (Joe Dumars is on TV as I'm writing this, saying that this team lacks a "sense of urgency," of which the play of Rasheed is an epitome of.)
Anyway, this is all a wash. I am not going to get into the decision that Michael Curry is now the coach of the Pistons (how you bring in a rookie coach to coach a veteran team is beyond me; it's just insane, especially if that team does include Wallace next year). Let's just see how this goes.
This is not over, not by a long shot
It comes as a price though. No longer is the coach coming in going to inherit the same roster, consisting of the best starting five in basketball and a more than adequate bench. Joe D. is going to make some changes.
Rasheed Wallace seems like the most likely change, as his 12-10 in the Boston series is not nearly what he is capable of. (Joe Dumars is on TV as I'm writing this, saying that this team lacks a "sense of urgency," of which the play of Rasheed is an epitome of.)
Anyway, this is all a wash. I am not going to get into the decision that Michael Curry is now the coach of the Pistons (how you bring in a rookie coach to coach a veteran team is beyond me; it's just insane, especially if that team does include Wallace next year). Let's just see how this goes.
This is not over, not by a long shot
Monday, June 2, 2008
Weezy F. Baby? Disapointment! Wale? OH MY GOD
Yesterday, the much anticipated Lil Wayne album The Carter III hit the net. It's not in stores yet, but a quick search on Google (or you could just go here) will get you a copy.
I wouldn't bother, though. Sure, there are a couple of bangers (Lollipop- although its remix is soo much better, Dr. Carter, Let The Beat Build, and the great Mr. Carter), but for all the hype surrounding it, it's a disappointment.
I went crazy last night checking out new music, and I recommend the greatest album you will hear this year: Wale's The Mixtape About Nothing.
It's a great idea. This rapper from DC by way of Nigeria is an avid Seinfeld fan, as well as a great rapper, and he decided to incorporate the greatest comedy ever in his songs. Take a listen.
Wale won't disappoint you like Weezy did.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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