I Don’t Feel Sorry For The Golden State Warriors

So, before I begin, let me make something clear, son. On the real, I don’t wish injuries on anybody, man. Shit, as a dude who’s ravaged every ligament in both of my knees, it hurts to watch players go down. With all of that being said, I still won’t shed a tear for the Golden State Warriors. I mean, after numerous opposing players got injured during their championship run, the chickens have come home to roost, fam. All in all, the Toronto Raptors finally put them out of their misery.

Ok, for the weirdos who missed it, the Raptors just won the 2019 NBA Finals. Now, I won’t lie, bruh. Real talk, the copious amounts of injuries on the Warriors definitely helped Toronto win. Like, this would’ve been a completely different series if Kevin Durant and Klay Thompson were healthy. However, despite all of that, the Raptors did what they had to do to win the title, son. Hell, they won three games in Oracle Arena, man. Frankly, I didn’t think that was possible, fam.

In any case, I don’t want to hear any sob stories about the Warriors. Look, I’m already seeing people on that “Raptors beat a depleted team” shit, bruh. Ok, yeah, they did, son. Also, I don’t give a flying fuckity-fuck, man. Listen, the Warriors have continuously benefitted from other teams having injuries. So, am I supposed to feel sorry for them now? Hell nah, fam. Keeping it a buck, karma is a motherfucker, brethren. The fact is, it was the Warriors’ turn to have some real adversity, people.

Listen, all folks have to do is go through their history, son. First, in 2015, they faced a Cleveland Cavaliers team that didn’t have Kyrie Irving or Kevin Love. In 2017, they played a San Antonio Spurs team that didn’t have Kawhi Leonard or Tony Parker. In 2018, they battled a Houston Rockets team that was missing Chris Paul for games six and seven. Shit, I could literally keep going, folks. The point is, the Warriors are finally on the wrong side of injuries, man. After four years of luck, the shit just went bad for them, fam. It just is what it is. All I know is, if their titles don’t have asterisks next to them, then neither does Toronto’s title.

In the end, shout-out to Leonard, bruh. Ultimately, the trade for him might go down as one of the best trades ever. By and by, homie showed up for one season and brought a ring to a team that has never won one before. All I can say is, DeMar DeRozen has to be siiiiiick right now, son. At the end of the day, the North did it without him, man. Welp, those are the breaks, fam. That is all. LC out.

P.S. At some point, we need to talk about Steph Curry‘s clutch shooting. All I know is, if LeBron James went 0-8 on playoff go-ahead shots with 20 seconds left, he’d be nailed to a cross, bruh. But, we’ll save that for another time. Good day.

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The Toronto Raptors Really Needed To Win Game 5

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, last night’s game between the Golden State Warriors and the Toronto Raptors was one of the wildest games I’ve ever seen, man. I mean, the Raptors were right there, fam. Like, riiiiiight there, bruh. Shit, they were three minutes away from their first NBA Championship and they blew it. All I know is, last night’s loss puts them in a tough situation. Yeah, they’re still leading the series, but now ALL of the pressure is on them to pull this off.

Ok, for those who missed it because they hate themselves, Game 5 was crazy, son. First, the momentum seemed to shift in the Warriors’ favor when Kevin Durant decided to play. Hell, on a suspect calf, Durant tried to save his team from elimination. On top of that, he actually started off hot, man. Listen, he hit a couple of threes and it looked like he might turn the tide of this series. Then, in the second quarter, he went down with an Achilles injury. All I know is, that was the LAST thing that I wanted to see, fam.

At that point, it would’ve been easy to assume that the Warriors would crumble. Instead, they maintained their lead until the fourth quarter. From there, Kawhi Leonard decided that enough was enough. Look, he basically went on a double-digit run by himself, bruh. Real talk, when the Raptors jumped to a 103-97 lead with three minutes left, I thought the game was over, son. However, Steph Curry and Klay Thompson would not be denied, man. Basically, they put the team on their backs and squeaked out an improbable win, fam. Now, the Raptors have to try and win the title back in Oakland.

Now, here’s why I think the Raptors are in trouble. First, they’ve already won two games in Oracle Arena this series. With that being said, to get the ring in the next game, they would have to win ANOTHER game in that place. So, folks want me to believe that the Warriors, the team who’s won three of the last four titles, are going to lose three games at home? Bruh, I highly, HIGHLY doubt that. In addition, if the Raptors do lose Game 6, then they’ll be facing another Game 7 at home. All I can say is, that’s waaaaaay too much pressure on a team who’s never won a championship before. Frankly, they’re in danger of becoming the second team to blow a 3-1 lead in the Finals.

In the end, I think the Raptors missed a golden opportunity, son. Now, I’m not saying that they won’t win it all. Ultimately, they could very well close this thing out on Thursday. But, they’re now facing a fire that they didn’t want. Essentially, the defending champs are staring them in the face and daring them to kill them. By and by, we’ll see if these dudes have the mental fortitude to get it done, man. That is all. LC out.

P.S. That Durant injury is terrible, fam. Ok, yes, I have a history of criticizing him. But, I never wanted to see him go down like that, bruh. Keeping it a buck, it doesn’t matter that I want him on my New York Knicks. The fact of the matter is, when he’s healthy, he’s probably the best player in the world, son. All in all, the league is better when he’s killing shit, man. I just hope that the injury doesn’t permanently effect his career, brethren. Good day.

P.P.S. The Raptors fans ain’t shit for cheering when Durant went down. Like, what kinda loser celebrates an injury? By and by, I believe in karma, fam. The way I see it, that bush league shit is probably why their team lost that game, bruh. Ok, bye.

The BeyHive Needs To Chill

So, let me be honest, son. On the real, I’m legitimately scared right now, man. I mean, no one in their right mind wants to run afoul of the BeyHive, fam. Frankly, I’m more frightened of them than the Bloods and Crips combined, bruh. In any case, the BeyHive really needs to chill, brethren. All in all, they truly have to relax on terrorizing innocent people.

Ok, for those who missed it, Jay-Z and Beyoncé were courtside for Game 4 between the Golden State Warriors and the Toronto Raptors. Moving on, there was a point where Hov was chopping it up with Nicole Curran, the wife of the owner of the Warriors. Now, in terms of positioning, Bey was sitting in between Jay and Curran while this conversation was occurring. Anyway, at some point, Bey’s face got serious, for who knows what reason. All I know is, that’s when shit went haywire, son.

Now, immediately following this incident, the BeyHive went into attack mode. I mean, they found Curran’s Instagram page and hit her with every bee emoji that social media would allow. Like, it got to the point where the woman had to defend herself AND Bey’s publicist had to tell the BeyHive to fall back. All I can say is, what are we doing out here, man? Shit, we have NO idea why Bey made that face. Hell, she could’ve just wanted to watch the game, fam. The fact is, the BeyHive went full Rambo without context, bruh. Real talk, if Bey was getting argumentative with Curran, then I’d probably understand. But damn, at least let the drama pop off before trying to hit this woman with the guillotine, son.

In the end, I’ve probably taken a major chance, man. Ultimately, criticizing the BeyHive is a risky move, fam. By and by, I might’ve put my life in danger, bruh. The truth is, my own wife would willingly sacrifice me to the Beyoncé gods, son. At the end of the day, I don’t want any problems, brethren. Frankly, I’m just trying to let the BeyHive know it’s okay to take their trigger fingers off of the chopper. Listen, they don’t always have to air out the entire room, folks. That is all. LC out.

Cry Me A River About Steph Curry

So, let me be honest, son. On the real, I’m not writing this post to bash Steph Curry. As a matter of fact, homie is balling out right now in the NBA Finals. But, it’s amazing to see people’s biases in full swing, man. Real talk, a lot of the folks who are saying that Curry has no help are the same ones who refused to give LeBron James the same leeway.

Ok, for those who are living under a rock, the Golden State Warriors are battling it out with the Toronto Raptors for the title. Now, Wednesday‘s Game 3 saw the Warriors seriously undermanned. First, Kevin Durant is still out with his strained (torn?) calf. Next, Klay Thompson couldn’t play because of a fucked up hamstring. On top of that, Kevon Looney is out with a fractured rib. Lastly, DeMarcus Cousins is still clearly hobbled from his injuries. All in all, Curry was basically taking on the Raptors by himself, fam.

In any case, with his back against the wall, Curry put up 47 points in a loss. Now, outside of James’ 51 points in last year’s Finals, that’s the most any player has scored in a losing effort. Moving on, now I’m starting to see a lot of people on that “Curry needs some help” wave. Well, where was that energy when James needed help? Hell, in the 2015 Finals, he took on the Warriors without Kyrie Irving AND Kevin Love. Somehow, James still pushed the series to six games. However, instead of acknowledging his uphill battle, haters criticized him for losing.

Going back for a second, let’s talk further about last year’s Finals. So, James took on a Durant-led Warriors team. Now, outside of Love, no one else on the Cleveland Cavaliers averaged double figures. Furthermore, James averaged 34 points, 10 assists and 8.5 rebounds on 53% shooting. Despite all of that, he still caught flack for losing to the Warriors. The truth is, I’m fucking confused, bruh. How can people hate on James but try to give Curry a pass? I mean, it’s fucking nonsense, brethren.

In the end, my point is very simple, son. Ultimately, if people didn’t feel bad for James, then don’t feel bad for Curry. By and by, folks need to keep the same energy all around, man. At the end of the day, if Curry’s that great, then he’ll find a way to win. Isn’t that how people feel about James? Yeah, I thought so. Don’t be a hypocrite, man. Just let these players be great, fam. That is all. LC out.

‘Grown-ish’: A Debate With My Wife About ‘Girl Code’

So, my wife and I don’t watch a ton of the same shows, but Grown-ish is something we can both agree on. In any case, last night’s episode fueled a heated debate between the two of us. Frankly, I vehemently disagreed with her rules for “girl code.” On the real, I feel like all of the characters are needlessly tripping, son.

Ok, for those who missed it, here’s a little bit of background: Zoey Johnson, the main character, used to have a crush on Aaron Jackson. During the first year of college, they flirted with the idea of hooking up, but nothing really ever happened. As a matter of fact, Zoey ended up dating a dude named Cash Mooney and now dates Luca Hall. Side note, she started dating Luca after Aaron shot his shot and she turned him down.

Moving on, Zoey’s homegirl, Ana Torres, started getting down with Aaron. The both of them neglected to tell Zoey because they were fearful of her reaction. Now, here’s where my confusion begins, man. Look, Aaron was never Zoey’s man AND they never smashed. On top of that, Zoey chose Luca over Aaron. So, where does she get off trying to dictate who can date who?

Now, my wife was like “if I ever called dibs, then the dude is off limits to my friends.” Huh? So, a woman can refuse to date a dude, not give him no ass and STILL claim him? Fam, get the flying fuckity-fuck outta here! Ana can’t possibly be breaking “girl code” if the dude never belonged to Zoey. Listen, if Ana smashed Cash or Luca, then Zoey would be well within her rights to beat the holy snot out of Ana. But, making googly eyes with a dude is not enough of a reason to lay claim, bruh. The truth is, if he was never her man, then who he fucks is none of her business, son.

In the end, I want to hear people’s thoughts on this. Like, am I bugging for thinking that Zoey is bugging? Ultimately, I don’t see how she can be upset when she didn’t want Aaron in the first place. By and by, she needs to worry more about Luca and less about who her former crush is banging. That is all. LC out.

I Don’t Want To Watch ‘When They See Us’

So, I want to take this time to be honest, son. On the real, I haven’t watched Ava DuVernay‘s When They See Us yet. Frankly, my spirit can’t take it, man. Like, the Central Park Five case makes me mad, fam. I mean, REALLY mad, bruh. Shit, my wife damn near had to force me to watch Ken Burns‘ documentary, y’all. The fact is, so many things that minorities fear about the justice system are wrapped up in this case, people. All in all, New York City stole the youth of five innocent men.

Now, before I continue, let me say that I’m not going to explain the entire case here. Hell, that’s what DuVernay’s Netflix series is for, son. However, I just want to touch on some of the shenanigans that caused these young men to lose themselves. First, there are the “confessions.” Real talk, the police department put the fear of God in a group of teenagers, man. The truth is, the cops scared a bunch of Black kids into admitting to a crime they flatly didn’t commit.

From there, the prosecutor, Linda Fairstein, did her best to railroad these young men. Despite the fact their “confessions” didn’t add up, she fucked them. Despite the fact they had alibis, she fucked them. Despite the fact their DNA didn’t match the culprit, the District Attorney‘s office STILL burned them at the stake. To make matters worse, even after Matias Reyes, the real rapist, admitted to the crime, authorities CONTINUE to claim the Central Park Five were responsible. Look, Reyes’ DNA proved he was the offender, yet Fairstein and company REFUSE to acknowledge the truth. Side note, don’t get me started on Donald Trump and all of his racist “bring back the death penalty” bullshit. All I know is, this case makes my soul hurt, fam.

In the end, I do believe everyone should watch this series, bruh. Ultimately, I’ll most likely end up watching it too. By and by, I just need to mentally prepare myself, son. At the end of the day, these are the perils that people of color have to deal with in this country, man. *Sigh* It’s just incredibly draining to constantly go through the nonsense, fam. That is all. LC out.

P.S. New Yorkers have plenty of reasons to shit on Bill de Blasio, but at least he gave the Central Park Five their money, bruh. Keeping it a buck, Michael Bloomberg is permanently on my shit list for fighting that settlement, son. Good day.

EVERYONE Underestimated Andy Ruiz Jr.

So, let’s cut the bullshit, son. On the real, EVERYONE underestimated Andy Ruiz Jr. Like, only the most knowledgeable of boxing insiders gave him a chance to beat Anthony Joshua, man. Shit, I consider myself a connoisseur and my guy Thomas had to be the one to school me on Ruiz’ fast hands, fam. In any case, Ruiz just shocked the world and sent the Heavyweight division into a fucking tailspin.

Ok, for those who missed it, shit got real on Saturday night. Now, Joshua, the boxing pride of England, was set to make his American debut at Madison Square Garden. Originally, his opponent was supposed to be Jarrell Miller. However, as I detailed in a previous post, Miller righteously fucked up the bag, bruh. Anyway, on basically one month’s notice, Ruiz signed on to fight Joshua. All in all, most casual fans thought Ruiz looked like Gabriel Iglesias and didn’t give him a chance, son.

Moving on, the fight turned out toooooootally different than damn near everyone imagined, man. Shit, after being knocked down in the third round, Ruiz began to put them paws on Joshua, fam. I mean, he dropped Joshua twice in the same third round and then twice more in the seventh round. After Joshua began looking confused in his corner, the referee had no choice but to stop the fight, bruh. All I know is, I didn’t expect Joshua to get clanked that many times, son.

Look, to be honest, I always wondered about Joshua’s chin, man. Hell, when he got dropped by an old ass Wladimir Klitschko in 2017, I knew he could be vulnerable, fam. Frankly, that’s why I wanted to see him fight Deontay Wilder. Real talk, I wanted to see if his jaw could withstand Wilder’s right hand. All I can say is, after the slaps he received from Ruiz, he better stay faaaar away from Wilder, bruh. Keeping it a buck, Wilder might put Joshua on permanent hiatus, son.

In the end, I don’t know what to make of the Heavyweight division, man. Ultimately, I’m sure Joshua has a rematch clause with Ruiz. Meaning, he’ll have an opportunity to get his belts back. However, this loss puts a damper on the three-way race between Joshua, Wilder and Tyson Fury. By and by, this is exactly why I hate boxing politics, fam. The way I see it, all of these dudes should’ve fought each other already, bruh. Now, there are more obstacles in the way. *Sigh* Nevertheless, HUGE congrats to Ruiz, son. At the end of the day, there was no luck involved, brethren. The truth is, he plainly whooped Joshua’s ass, people. That is all. LC out.