Tyson Fury Beat The Bronze Off Of Deontay Wilder

So, let’s just skip the formalities and get straight to the point, son. The fact is, Tyson Fury beat the dog shit out of Deontay Wilder, man. I mean, Saturday‘s fight wasn’t even competitive, fam. Like, the ass-whooping was so bad, Wilder’s corner had to throw in the towel, bruh. All in all, there’s absolutely no need for a third fight. Frankly, we all saw what we needed to see, brethren.

Ok, for those who missed it, the anticipated rematch between Wilder and Fury took place this past weekend. Now, as was the case in their first fight, Wilder’s WBC Heavyweight title was on the line. In addition, The Ring and lineal Heavyweight titles were also up for grabs, since Wilder and Fury are the top-two ranked Heavyweights. In any case, I thought Fury was going to win the fight the same way that I thought he won their first bout. However, I didn’t expect a flat-out pummeling, son.

Look, let me explain why Wilder’s corner stopped the fight in the seventh round. Real talk, up until that point, Wilder was getting abused, man. Like, Fury wasn’t just out-pointing him. Fury was bullying the bully, fam. First, he knocked Wilder down in the third round. Next, he knocked Wilder down again (from a body shot) in the fifth round. He also busted Wilder’s left ear and fucked up his equilibrium. To make matters worse, by the time the match was stopped, Wilder hadn’t even won a single round, bruh. Side note, according to one judge, Wilder won one round, but I think they were just being generous to the champ, son. In any case, Wilder’s corner had to save him from himself, folks.

Now, I know that Wilder was pissed that his corner stopped the fight. I also understand boxers like Timothy Bradley who would rather see a fighter “go out on their shield.” But, I expect that type of response from them, son. Shit, they’re warriors, man. As fucked up as it sounds, they’d much rather die than quit, fam. However, there was NO way in Hell that Wilder was going to make a comeback, bruh. Listen, if he couldn’t hit Fury when he was fresh, how would he hit him when he was badly hurt? In this bout, Fury turned into the aggressor and put all types of pressure on Wilder. The way I see it, it’s CLEAR who the better fighter is, people.

In the end, there’s no need for a third fight, son. Ultimately, I know that there is a rematch clause that Wilder will most likely activate. However, nobody needs to see that, man. By and by, Fury exposed every single flaw in Wilder’s game, fam. At the end of the day, if they fight again, Wilder’s just hoping for one lucky shot, bruh. Outside of that, there’s no fucking way that he can beat Fury, brethren. All I can say is, I’d much rather see Fury fight Anthony Joshua for the WBA, IBF and WBO belts. This way, we can finally have another undisputed Heavyweight champion. So, let’s get to it, people! As of right now, my money’s on Fury. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Can anybody think of a better comeback story than Fury’s? Fam, three years ago, he was grossly overweight, depressed and abusing alcohol. Today, he’s once again the Heavyweight champion and captured the only belt he hadn’t won before. All I know is, Joshua’s belts are rightfully Fury’s. Hell, he beat Wladimir Klitschko first, man. So, let’s get the proceedings proceeding, son. Good day.

Am I The Only One Who Eats Bread Ends?

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, this is probably going to be the most trivial post I’ve ever written. But, I have a serious question, man? Am I the only person who eats bread ends? Like, whether I’m speaking with my wife or my mother, they think that I’m the weirdest person in the world for not throwing out the ends, fam. Shit, my wife has already brainwashed our kids into believing that the ends taste different. All in all, am I the only one who’s an equal-opportunity bread consumer?

Ok, as ridiculous as it sounds, this topic has been a long-running debate in my house. Now, for some reason, my wife is under the assumption that there is something wrong with eating bread ends. In her eyes, the quality of the ends is different than the rest of the loaf. Because of this, she refuses to make sandwiches for herself or the kids with those particular slices. However, I literally don’t see a difference, bruh. Hell, to me, bread is bread is bread, son.

Now, in addition to my wife, my mother and a few other people that I know feel the same exact way. With that being said, I really want to know why, man? Is there really a difference to people or are folks just being extra/wasteful? Seriously, enlighten a brother, fam. Side note, I’m still going to eat the bread ends, but I legitimately want to know what type of time people are on. Anyway, holla at me, bruh.

In the end, nothing else needs to be said, son. Ultimately, I wrote this post just to poll my followers. Side note, I laughed very hard when I wrote “poll my followers.” In any case, it’s that type of Friday, man. By and by, I’m out here writing nonsense that’s not really nonsense, fam. So, let me know what’s good, brethren. That is all. LC out.

RIP Pop Smoke

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m running out of things to say when an artist dies prematurely. I mean, the shit seems to happen so often that I don’t really know how to properly express how tragic these situations are. In any case, I just want to say rest in peace to Pop Smoke. All in all, fuck the music, man. The way I see it, a 20-year-old just shouldn’t go out this way, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, Pop Smoke, an up-and-coming rapper from Brooklyn, was gunned down in the Hollywood Hills home he was staying in. Apparently, sometime after 4AM on Wednesday morning, a bunch of dudes ran up in the house and shot Pop. Now, at first, it was suspected that he was killed during a botched home invasion. However, as more evidence comes to the light, it appears as if he was targeted from the jump, bruh.

Look, there are several things about this incident that don’t make sense, son. First, let’s talk about the four assailants, man. Now, as they left the house, which is owned by Teddi Mellencamp and Edwin Arroyave from The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, they didn’t leave with any stolen merchandise. Second, when the police were called, they were called by someone from the East Coast. Fam, does that even sound right? A shooting happens in Los Angeles and someone from across the country is the one to report it? Nah, bruh, I’m calling all types of shenanigans right now.

Now, we don’t have proof of anything, but it’s suspected that the shooting may have been related to Pop being a Crip. Either way, this crime was fucking senseless, son. Like, he was literally just getting started, man. Shit, he just released Meet the Woo 2 a couple of weeks ago and I’ve been playing “Christopher Walking” on repeat since before it dropped. In addition, he was just out there at Paris Fashion Week and a bunch of other high-profile events, trying to get away from the bullshit, fam. All I can say is, he never got a chance to fully integrate himself into his new life.

In the end, the nonsense needs to stop, bruh. Ultimately, nothing good ever comes out of this type of violence. Frankly, there’s probably going to be some kind of retaliation and some dudes are going to end up in prison. By and by, what’s the fucking point, son? At the end of the day, everyone loses at this street shit, man. So, leave the streets (and dumb motherfuckers who love the streets) alone. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Cats need to knock it off with that “he posted his own address, he did it to himself” shit. Fam, knowing where someone lives doesn’t give idiots the right to just run up in there and murder them. *Sigh* Folks ain’t safe anywhere, man. It’s a damn shame.

‘The Photograph’: The Debate Over Michael & Mae

Disclaimer: I’m back with all of the spoilers, brethren. Proceed with caution.

So, over the weekend, my wife and I went to go see Stella Meghie’s The Photograph. In any case, despite the fact that the film doesn’t stray too far away from common romantic drama themes, I still enjoyed myself, son. Moving on, after we saw the movie, my wife came across a brief review by Demetria L. Lucas. All I can say is, I disagree with her assessment of the main characters’ relationship.

Ok, before I continue, let me give a quick synopsis of the plot. So, the film revolves around Michael Block and Mae Morton. Anyway, Michael is a writer for an online magazine and Mae is a curator at a museum. Now, they end up crossing paths because Michael is writing a piece on Christina Eames, a famous photographer who also happens to be Mae’s mother. The truth is, I could delve into the entire storyline, but I’m trying to get to the source of the conflict between Michael and Mae.

Now, in the midst of getting to know each other, Michael finds out that he secured a writing job with the Associated Press in London, England. From there, Michael expresses to Mae that he still wants to pursue a relationship with her, despite her New York living situation. Hurt by the news, Mae rejects Michael’s wish to continue and chooses to just enjoy their final moments together.

With all of that being said, let’s get back to Lucas’ point. Now, in her Instagram post, she expressed disappointment with the fact that Mae goes to see Michael in London (for a Kendrick Lamar concert). In her eyes, Michael should be the one to make a move for Mae. But, the last time I checked, Mae says that she doesn’t want to pursue anything further with Michael. Frankly, when Michael gets on the plane to London, he’s under the assumption that Mae doesn’t want him. So, why would he continue to chase her down?

Look, I’m old enough to have had a few laps around the block, man. On the real, I’ve heard multiple women complain about men who “didn’t get the hint.” Also, I’ve heard women lament about guys who “wouldn’t leave [them] alone” or kept “badgering [them].” The fact is, Michael is simply respecting Mae’s wishes. Now, if Mae has a change of heart, which she ultimately does, then it is on her to communicate this. Fam, we’re all adults here. If Mae wants Michael, then she should tell him that, which is what brings her to England. All in all, I believe this situation happens exactly the way that it should, bruh.

Anyway, while I’m here, I want to address some of the caping that I saw for Christina in Lucas’ comments. Son, a few of these ladies need to stop justifying her behavior. Shit, I saw one comment where a woman said that people keep talking about Christina’s “perceived failures” instead of her accolades. Perceived? Fam, Christina gets on a Greyhound bus, without telling her partner Issac Jefferson, while pregnant with his child and doesn’t tell him (or Mae) that Mae is his for the next 30 years. Furthermore, Christina doesn’t tell her daughter that she’s sick and ends up writing all of her feelings in a letter. Keep in mind, Christina never shares any of these observations with Mae during her life.

All I know is, Christina’s accomplishments don’t negate the fact that she treats people terribly. Look, she has every right to not want to live a “mediocre” life with Issac in Louisiana. Hell, she would’ve ended up resenting him if she stayed. However, she’s still in a union with Issac. As a grown-up, she’s obligated to tell him that she’s planning to leave. She’s obligated to tell him that he has a child. Son, she essentially left Mae with the responsibility of repairing the relationship with Issac. Keeping it a buck, those aren’t “perceived failures.” Those are glaring character flaws, man.

In the end, I’m not here to bash anyone, fam. Ultimately, I just always find it interesting how factions of people can look at the same situation in drastically different ways. By and by, I thought the movie was good, bruh. At the end of the day, I think I can add it to my “rewatch-ables” list. So, great job, Meghie. Great job. That is all. LC out.

This Year’s NBA All-Star Game Was Amazing

So, let’s just get straight to the point, son. On the real, this year’s NBA All-Star Game was fucking amazing, man! All I can say is, whoever suggested the game’s new format needs a cotdamn raise, fam. The way I see it, shit can never go back to the way it was, bruh. Real talk, I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen the game this competitive. In any case, I’m here for all of it, brethren.

Ok, for those who missed it, Sunday‘s All-Star Game was fire, son. So, the teams were broken up between captains LeBron James and Giannis Antetokounmpo. Anyway, according to the new rules, after each quarter, depending on which team had the most points that quarter, $100,000 would be donated to their respective charities. All the while, a running total would be kept for both squads. Now, depending on which team had the most points after three quarters, 24 points would be added to that score, in honor of Kobe Bryant. From there, in the fourth quarter, both teams would have to play to that final number. The first team to reach that designated score wins. Moving on, in the case of Sunday’s game, each team was trying to get to 157 points.

Now, since both teams were playing to a finite number, the intensity of that fourth quarter was crazy, man! Shit, Giannis was trying to kill LeBron, Kawhi Leonard was hitting every shot in sight and Kyle Lowry was out here taking copious amounts of charges. Side bar, Lowry is absolutely the reason why Team Giannis lost that game. Fam, why the fuck would he pull Anthony Davis down in the final seconds? Like, he single-handedly gave Team LeBron the win, bruh. Way to go, Lowry!

In the end, Kawhi walked away with the first Kobe Bryant MVP Award. Ultimately, given their relationship, it was a fitting way for the game to end, son. By and by, I really hope every year is like this, man. At the end of the day, it’s exciting as shit when the best players in the world are actually trying, fam. Frankly, injuries are the only thing we have to worry about, bruh. Hell, it would suck for a superstar to get hurt in this shit, people. Regardless, shout-out to Adam Silver, Chris Paul and everyone else who was involved in making this game entertaining. All in all, I’ll be right back here next year, folks. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Ice Cube has a right to be tight, son. Keeping it a buck, no one can tell me that the NBA wasn’t paying attention to the BIG3‘s format, man. But, it made for some exciting ass basketball, fam. Good day.

Conversations With Randi B.: Valentine’s Day & Black Love

What’s good, brethren? On this episode of Conversations with Randi B., Randi and I talk about Valentine’s Day and Black Love. This evolved into a conversation about our respective dating histories and overall observations about love. Check it out on Spotify, Apple Podcasts and Anchor below, fam. Let’s get the proceedings proceeding. Yessir!

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/conversations-with-randi-b/id1495539114#episodeGuid=ca00afaa-0618-47ed-aac6-57a58f84d9ce

I Don’t Believe Jay Electronica

So, let’s just skip the formalities and get straight to the point, son. Real talk, I don’t believe Jay Electronica for one second, man. Listen, I’ve been fooled by his shenanigans before, fam. I mean, this guy has been promising an album since before my oldest son was born, bruh. Keep in mind, my kid was born in 2010. All I know is, until I can actually stream/buy his album, I refuse to believe anything this guy says.

Ok, for those who missed it, Jay Electronica is trying to galvanize the Rap community again. Now, just last week, he hit up Twitter and Instagram to say that his “album [is] done.” Apparently, over a 40-day period, starting on December 26 of last year, he recorded an entire record called A Written Testimony. In any case, his “plan” is to release the album on March 18, 40 days after his announcement. In addition, the word is that Jay-Z is heavily-featured on the project. Look, all of that sounds great, but I’m still not falling for the fuckery, son.

Keeping it a buck, I’ve been disappointed by this dude before, man. Like, it’s been over a decade since he first started gaining traction and we STILL don’t have a fucking album, fam. Shit, A Written Testimony sounds fantastic, but where the fuck is Act II: Patents of Nobility (the Turn)? Fam, Jay Elec went so far as to put out a track listing for that album. Hell, he even dropped like two records from the shit and STILL didn’t put it out, man. Furthermore, he found time to do sporadic guest verses on other artists’ songs, but still couldn’t give his fans what we wanted. Now, as folks could probably tell from my tone, I’m heated, bruh.

In the end, maybe he’s telling the truth this time. Ultimately, he’d have to be a sick motherfucker to NOT put this project out after yanking our chain for so many years. By and by, I’ve given up getting excited for Jay Electronica. At the end of the day, if the album actually hits my streaming services, then I’ll get hyped, son. Until then, I’ll keep on listening to some of the songs below, man. *Sigh* This dude could (can?) really rap his ass off, fam. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Look at Jay Elec’s face in that pic, bruh. The way I see it, that’s the face of a man who KNOWS he’s full of shit. All in all, we’ll see if he’s really keeping it thoro this time. Good day.