Dion Waiters Is The Real MVP

So, I won’t lie, son. I was super inspired after reading Dion Waitersarticle on The Players’ Tribune. Look, Waiters spoke with a level of honesty that put all of his thoughts and behaviors into perspective. All I can say is, after reading this article, I now completely understand why he plays the way that he does. In addition, I can also say, he’s definitely earned my respect, man.

Now, before I continue, let me keep it a buck, son. On the real, I used to KILL Waiters for his play on the court. During last year’s playoffs, when he was still with the Oklahoma City Thunder, I criticized the HELL out of him, fam. Like, he was either incredible or fucking terrible, man! There was no in between. Frankly, I feel like if OKC got more consistent play out of him, they would’ve finished off the Golden State Warriors in the Western Conference Finals.

Ok, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I must admit that Waiters’ candor was surprising. He outlined his background coming up in Philadelphia, and spoke openly about his trials and tribulations. He spoke about such hardships as losing both of his parents AND his best friend Rhamik to needless violence. With all of the chaos around him, he used an “irrational” sense of confidence to propel him out of his situation. In his mind, if he didn’t big himself up, there was no way he was going to rise above his surroundings.

Look, a lot of things Waiters said hit home for me. Listen, anyone who is familiar with growing up in dysfunction knows that belief can be a powerful ally. If we don’t believe that we can make something of ourselves, then we’ll never get away from what plagues us. A lot of times, that fire is the only thing that keeps us going. Without it, we may have nothing to hope for. Waiters clearly understands this and it’s helped him to reach his goals.

In the end, I take my hat off to Dion Waiters. Also, he’s absolutely right about one other assertion: no one wanted to see the Miami Heat in the first round of the playoffs. Son, judging by the way they were playing before he got injured, they would’ve given headaches to either the Boston Celtics or the Cleveland Cavaliers. All in all, I hope they can make it happen next season, man. LC out.

Handclaps For Kendrick Lamar!

So, I’m going to keep this post short today, man. Ultimately, I’m just here to congratulate Kendrick Lamar on the success of DAMN. I mean, let’s just keep it a buck for a second, son. This man hasn’t missed yet, fam. On the real, he’s never dropped a wack project and that’s including the mixtapes. Now, I’m not going to join the Peter Rosenberg bandwagon and proclaim that Kendrick is the best rapper ever. However; I can say that he’s successfully put himself on the level of the greatest emcees of all time. With that being said, let’s give that man his flowers while he can smell them.

Now, day after day, I see people complain about the state of music. At this point, there have been countless dissertations about why subgenres like “mumble rap” are trash. For me, instead of railing against shit I don’t like, I’d much rather champion the music I actually dig. So, I take pride in seeing songs like “HUMBLE.go number-one on the Billboard Hot 100. I take pride in seeing all of the songs on DAMN. set streaming records. Listen, there’s so much good music out here, so why waste time talking about the shit we don’t like? All in all, we should just jam out to whatever makes us move and call it a damn day, son.

In the end, there really isn’t much more to say here, fam. Shit, Kendrick did it again, man. Anyway, before I go, let’s just run through my favorite songs from the project. As of right now, I’m jamming out to “DNA.“, “ELEMENT.”, “LOYALTY.”, “HUMBLE.”, “FEAR.” and “DUCKWORTH.” Let’s keep the good music rolling, son. LC out.

Russell Westbrook Has Spoken!

To begin, I must admit that I have conflicting feelings about Russell Westbrook‘s performance this season. On one hand, I think he’s clearly made his case for NBA MVP. Look, let’s put aside the triple-doubles for a second, son. The Oklahoma City Thunder lost Kevin Durant, a top 3 player, and STILL made it to the 6th seed in the Western Conference. That’s a fucking accomplishment and the city can thank Westbrook for that. I mean, the dude is a robot/maniac and he refused to let the team fall by the wayside.

Now, I’ve seen people say that Westbrook is just “chasing stats.” Man, let’s keep it a buck, son. Westbrook locked down 42 triple-doubles during the regular season and the Thunder had a 33-9 record in those games. In addition, they had a 14-26 record when he didn’t reach that milestone. Meaning, this type of play was NECESSARY for them to win. With that being said, the criticism makes absolutely no fucking sense, fam. If the objective of the game is to win, then Westbrook did what was needed to facilitate that.

Moving on, I must also admit that Westbrook’s style of play is smothering. He’s a fucking atrocious shooter and he shoots the ball ALL THE DAMN TIME! Bruh, I’m pretty sure it’s hard for the rest of the team to get into any kind of rhythm when the leader shoots upwards of 25 times per game. Listen, this is why I say I have conflicting feelings about his style of play. His team needs him to be a ball hog, but it may actually be hurting them at the same time.

Ok, so, I’ve just said a lot, but I needed to outline my perspective on Westbrook before I tackled his postgame rant last night. Essentially, a reporter asked Westbrook’s teammate, Steven Adams, why the Thunder always lose leads when Westbrook is on the bench. Now, instead of giving him time to answer, Westbrook jumped in and told the reporter to stop trying to split them up. Ultimately, according to Westbrook, they win as a team and lose as a team.

Look, Westbrook was right for what he did and it was a noble move. On the real, nothing good can come out of the team thinking they ain’t shit when their star isn’t on the floor. I mean, they do suck when Westbrook is out of the game, but a lack of talent shouldn’t also have to be coupled with a damaged psyche, son. The fact is, the Thunder had no hope of beating the Houston Rockets before the series even started, fam. It just is what it is, man.

In the end, let Westbrook cook, bruh. Listen, I highly enjoy watching him go full berserker in every game. With that being said, I do think the team needs to find a better offense so his teammates aren’t so damn obsolete. All in all, these problems can’t be solved at this point in the season, son. So, let’s just give that man his MVP award and go home. LC out.

RIP Prince

So, let me begin this post by proclaiming that Prince is the greatest artist of all time. Yes, I am fully aware of the magnitude of that statement, son. No, this isn’t up for debate, man. In any case, I was truly devastated when he died last year. Like, devastated to the point that my wife and friends actually called to check up on me. They all knew how HUGE of a Prince fan I was and still am. With that being said, on the one year anniversary of his passing, I just want to pay homage to the G.O.A.T.

Ok, instead of rambling about how much I want to be Prince, I’ll just let his music do the talking, man. Now, anyone who was familiar with the dude knew he was notorious for taking his art off of the internet. So, it was always hard to find songs to send to people. In any case, there’s a full concert of his that’s been circulating on YouTube for the last two years. The footage is from January of 1982, meaning it’s pre-Revolution and pre-1999. Ultimately, this is young Prince in his rawest form, decimating the audience in front of him. All in all, this is the way I want to remember the man. Anyway, everyone can watch the concert below.

In the end, Rest In Peace to my favorite musician. Shit, my guitar playing is a bit suspect these days, but I’ll be sure to bust out a “chicken grease” chord in Prince’s honor. LC out.

Good Riddance, Bill O’Reilly!

Ahh, what a beautiful day, son. Well, it’s raining here in New York, but it’s still a beautiful day nonetheless. I mean, waking up knowing that Bill O’Reilly is unemployed is a wonderful feeling, man. Look, after two decades of spewing nothing but hate, O’Reilly is finally getting his just due. Listen, keeping it a buck, he could very well reclaim a spot on someone’s television screen. However; for now, I’m going to bask in the glory of O’Reilly being fired by Fox News.

Now, all I want to know is, why the fuck did this take so long, son? On the real, O’Reilly’s brand is completely based on bigotry. This is the same man who said Trayvon Martin was shot because he was wearing a hoodie. This is the same man who likened gay marriage to interspecies marriage. This is the same man who got Ludacris dropped from a Pepsi campaign because of his “disrespect of women.” Side note, don’t worry, we will get to why that’s the most RIDICULOUS thing to ever occur.

In any case, this is also the same man who defended the treatment of slaves who built the White House. Hell, I even wrote about that fuckity-fuck shit last year, son. All in all, O’Reilly’s axing has been years in the making, man. Frankly, I’m shocked it took this long to get his ass off the air, bruh.

Moving on, O’Reilly is finally having his day in the sun because he can’t seem to stop harassing women. Now, anyone who’s familiar with O’Reilly’s history knows about Andrea Mackris‘ lawsuit. Back in 2004, she accused O’Reilly of making frequent sexual advances towards her over the phone. Ultimately, she settled out of court for about $9 million.

From there, O’Reilly settled another harassment case with Juliet Huddy for $1.6 million. Now, when we add on lawsuits from Rebecca Diamond, Laurie Dhue and Wendy Walsh, we start to see a dangerous pattern: O’Reilly consistently violated women and Fox News always paid to get him off of the hook. In total, the network paid $13 million to save their golden boy.

Look, if all of this wasn’t bad enough, the flood gates opened when an independent law firm got involved. Fox News hired Paul, Weiss, Rifkind, Wharton & Garrison to look into Walsh’s allegations. In addition, The New York Times got wind of all of the settlements and blew the story up. After all of the public tomfoolery, O’Reilly’s show lost about 60 advertisers. All I know is, victory tastes sweet, son. I bet Maxine Waters is somewhere doing cartwheels right now.

In the end, fuck Bill O’Reilly and all of his supporters. Man, it’s absolutely thrilling to see him fail, son. All in all, I don’t want to see or hear anybody try to defend this man. Anybody who abuses women as much as O’Reilly has doesn’t deserve any sympathy. At this point, Donald Trump is probably the only idiot who’s still backing him. I mean, what should we expect from a man who likes to just grab women’s genitals? Yeah, I thought so, son. LC out.

I Don’t Feel Sorry For Aaron Hernandez

Ok, based on the title alone, it may seem like I’m being a bit callous about Aaron Hernandez‘s suicide. Listen, that’s not my intention at all. With that being said, it’s hard for me to have empathy for a man like Hernandez. I mean, are we forgetting that he killed someone? Now, while his family may be hurting, I’m sure the family of Odin Lloyd is still hurting too. Ultimately, Hernandez couldn’t face the consequences of his own actions.

So, for those who missed it, Aaron Hernandez, former New England Patriots tight end, hung himself in his prison cell yesterday. This comes only days after he was acquitted for the murders of Daniel de Abreu and Safiro Furtado. Now, while he may have dodged a bullet in that particular case, he was still serving life without parole for Lloyd’s murder. I mean, I guess one body is better than three, or something like that.

Look, I need everyone to put this story into perspective. Hernandez didn’t just happen to kill Lloyd by accident. He specifically ran up on Lloyd in an industrial park and shot him to death. I mean, just take one look at the picture above, son. That’s what Hernandez did to that man, fam. To make matters worse, Hernandez brought two guys along with him: Carlos Ortiz and Ernest Wallace. Both of these men ended up being guilty of accessory after the fact. All in all, Hernandez was never the victim here. On the real, this is the bed he made, son.

In the end, let’s stop the sensationalism, man. This dude wasn’t a martyr, son. He was a former NFL star who decided to throw his life away over some bullshit. No one put him in that position but him. For that reason, I don’t feel sorry for Aaron Hernandez. It just is what it is, bruh. LC out.

Say It Ain’t So, Melo!

Now, just in case anyone missed this, I’m a diehard New York Knicks fan. Like, diehard to the point that this team has caused me mental, emotional and physical pain. Side note, I said “physical pain” because my cousin once body slammed me after a Knicks loss in the ’90s. But that’s a story for another day, son. In any case, while I haven’t always been pro-Carmelo Anthony, I refuse to believe these recent reports. All I know is, if he really got a stripper pregnant, then he has WAY bigger problems than his issues with Phil Jackson.

Ok, before I continue, let me explain my issues with Melo. Now, keeping it a buck, my gripes aren’t really with him at all. Honestly, I have beef with the circumstances that brought him to the team in the first place. Look, if we venture back to 2011, the fuckery of James Dolan and company is very visible. After regaining some respectability with Amar’e Stoudemire, the dumbass Knicks front office decided to trade away Wilson Chandler, Raymond Felton, Danilo Gallinari, Timofey Mozgov and a first-round draft pick for Melo, Chauncey Billups and a bunch of bums. Yeah, we made it to the playoffs twice, but we were doomed from the start, man. Needless to say, I’ve always held a grudge, son.

So, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s talk about the fuck shit that Melo might’ve gotten himself into. First, news came out that he was separating from his wife, La La Anthony. Now, while the breakup of a marriage is always sad, people get divorced everyday, B. That in and of itself isn’t the story. Apparently, a major catalyst for their split is the rumor that he got a stripper pregnant here in NY.

*Sigh* Man, on everything I love, I hope that’s not true, son. Really, bro? Really?! With all of the stress he’s dealing with, courtesy of the Knicks, he thought this was the move? Bruh, he can’t be that stupid. Please tell me he isn’t that dumb, fam. Shiiiit, let me come home and tell my wife I knocked up a stripper. I probably won’t leave the house alive or in one piece, son. To make matters worse, she’s a lawyer, so she could probably find some legal loophole to get herself acquitted, man. With that being said, I’m gonna keep it reeeeal cool over here.

In the end, Melo and La La have been together for waaaaay too long to have it end like this, bruh. Shit, I remember the struggle days when La La worked for MTV and Melo was fresh off the block. Ultimately, I will not believe these reports until someone from their camp confirms it. Until then, Melo needs to use that Shaggy defense: “it wasn’t me.” Then again, he doesn’t play a lick of defense, so he might be fucked, son. LC out.