Prayers Up For Tiger Woods

Damn, son. After all of these years, Tiger Woods, the greatest golfer ever, still can’t catch a break, man. Now, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I know all of the details surrounding his car accident. All I can say is, I see this situation from two different angles. On one hand, he’s incredibly lucky to be alive. On the other hand, his injuries are bad, fam. Like, possibly career-ending. Like, possibly life-altering, bruh. At this point, all we can do is hope for the best.

Ok, for those who missed it, Woods was involved in a terrible crash on Tuesday. While driving near Los Angeles, Woods’ car went over a median, hit a curb and then hit a tree before landing on the side of a road. Now, when help arrived, Woods was coherent and able to talk, but he was unable to move. This is due to the compound fractures in both of his legs. Meaning, his bones were poking through the skin. All in all, it was a messed up scene, son.

Now, speaking as a man who had a compound fracture in his left leg, I know how bad this is, man. Yeah, I’m able to walk around and still participate in various sports, but I’ve never been 100% since my incident. The crazy part is, I was 15 years old when this happened and I basically healed like Wolverine. I can only imagine trying to come back from such grave injuries at 45 years old. Especially someone like Woods who’s had a LITANY of previous injuries and surgeries. The fact is, it was hard enough getting him back in the game as it is. With that being said, this has the potential to be the end of his athletic journey, fam.

In the end, I’m just wishing Tiger Woods the best, bruh. Ultimately, I just hope that he wasn’t doing anything wild at the time of the crash. By and by, prayers up for him and his family. At the end of the day, I have my fingers crossed that he’s able to have his normal life back in the aftermath. That is all. LC out.

LaVar Ball Did It

So, let me keep it a buck, son. On the real, if anyone’s ever read this blog, they’d know that I’m not a big fan of LaVar Ball. I mean, from his consistently outlandish statements to those Big Baller Brand sneakers that some supporters still haven’t received, Ball is often on the wrong side of the news cycle. However, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t give credit where credit is due, man. The fact of the matter is, the fucking guy did it, fam. As of today, all three of his sons are in the NBA.

Ok, for those who missed it, as of yesterday, all of the Ball brothers are officially in the league. So, as we all know, Lonzo is holding it down with the New Orleans Pelicans. In addition, LaMelo was just chosen as the 3rd overall pick by the Charlotte Hornets in this year’s NBA Draft. Now, the middle brother, LiAngelo, just signed a one-year non-guaranteed contract with the Detroit Pistons. All in all, my opinions on LaVar don’t matter right now. This is a fucking feat, bruh. In a three-year span, all of his sons have reached the pinnacle of professional basketball. Real talk, I stand by everything that I’ve previously said, but the three brothers have successfully worked themselves into this position. With all of that being said, salute to them, brethren.

In the end, there’s nothing else to say, son. Ultimately, the Ball family should be ecstatic right now. By and by, getting one family member in the NBA is an accomplishment. Shit, getting two family members in the league is astounding. But, getting three family members in is otherworldly, man. At the end of the day, I’m objective enough to recognize a dope thing when I see it, fam. So, congrats to the Ball conglomerate. For real. That is all. LC out.

Nate Robinson Went Night Night

So, to the best of my ability, I’m going to try and keep this post short today. The fact of the matter is, Nate Robinson went fucking night night, son. I mean, Jake Paul made Robinson do his best Manny Pacquiao impression, man. All in all, even though Paul has only fought once before, it was CLEAR that he was savvier in the ring than Robinson. The way I see it, Robinson needs to go work on his shooting percentage and leave this boxing shit alone, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, Nate Robinson, a former NBA player, got slept on the undercard of Mike Tyson versus Roy Jones Jr. Now, on a night that also saw Badou Jack return to his winning ways, Robinson took on Jake Paul, a well-known YouTuber, in the penultimate fight. Side bar, Tyson beat Jones. Fuck a draw, bruh. In any case, despite having no previous experience, Robinson thought that he could get one off on Paul. Well, he was wrong as shit, brethren.

The fact of the matter is, Robinson was done before the end of the second round. Oddly enough, Paul only connected on about eight of his power punches. But, he managed to drop Robinson three times. With all of that being said, that last knockdown is why we’re all here. Like, look at that pic above, son. Shit, I KNOW a dude is finito when he doesn’t even brace himself for the fall. All I know is, Robinson kept rushing Paul with his hands down and paid for it every time. For God‘s sake, he got dropped with the same right hand thrice. THRICE, man!

In the end, I hope this teaches everyone a valuable lesson. Ultimately, I’m a firm believer that a lot of folks think they’re better fighters than they actually are. By and by, athleticism doesn’t guarantee fighting ability. At the end of the day, Robinson learned this the hard way, fam. Anyway, everyone can watch some of the highlights here. That is all. LC out.

A Real Question For The ‘Blue Lives Matter’ Delegation

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, deep thoughts can surface at the weirdest times, man. Somehow, UFC-sponsored violence led my brain to the Black Lives Matter and Blue Lives Matter delegations. Shit, the bad blood between Tyron Woodley and Colby Covington brought out all of the social media warriors, fam. But, after wading through scores of unnecessary comments, I have a real question for the Blue Lives Matter crowd: do y’all really believe that cops are infallible?

Ok, as a quick summary, here’s what led me to this post. Now, Covington, a fighter in the UFC’s Welterweight division, is an avid Donald Trump fan and MAGA supporter. Woodley, the former Welterweight champion, took it upon himself to represent BLM. In the lead-up to the fight, Covington took to Twitter to say that he’s representing all police and military officers who’ve been “vilified.” In addition, after Covington put a thorough beating on Woodley, he proceeded to call BLM a “terrorist organization” and that Woodley was a “Marxist.”

Now, here’s where my confusion comes in. Real talk, I’ll never understand why (mostly) White people believe that BLM is some affront to law enforcement. Like, we’re literally asking for them to stop killing us and to be held accountable for misdeeds. That’s all. That’s literally all. Frankly, I don’t understand why they can’t support cops AND acknowledge when they do something wrong. Bruh, it’s ACTUALLY possible to do both. The way I see it, if Blues Live Matter really supported the police, they would want them to be fair and balanced with ALL of America‘s citizens.

I mean, why can’t people support cops and still admit that they fucked up when they killed Amadou Diallo? Why can’t people support cops and still admit that they fucked up when they killed Tamir Rice? Why can’t people support cops and still admit that they fucked up when they killed Botham Jean? Why can’t people support cops and still admit that they fucked up when they killed Philando Castile? Hell, the police KNOW that they fucked up with Breonna Taylor because they got rid of the no-knock warrant AND paid her family $12 million. Still, the Blue Lives Matter crowd won’t acknowledge ANY wrongdoing. It’s fucking baffling, son.

In the end, the division is this country is beyond toxic, man. Ultimately, we can’t agree on ANYTHING. By and by, we can’t even agree that unjustly killing people is wrong. At the end of the day, I’m reaching the point where I’m starting to believe that this nation is beyond saving. All in all, I’m just worried about making as much money as possible and contributing to Black generational wealth. Fuck all of this other shit, fam. That is all. LC out.

Should I Find A Blogging Niche?

Ok, today’s post is going to be a little different, son. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I live in my head. Like, I spend a GREAT deal of time just analyzing any and everything, man. With all of that being said, the future of this blog has been on my mind for a while now. So, I want to pose a question to everyone out there: should I find a blogging niche?

Now, as a quick history lesson, I started this blog back in 2011. At the time, I was experiencing SEVERE writer’s block with my music and I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to perform again. In any case, while I was trying to figure out my next move, my then-girlfriend/now-wife made a suggestion: start a blog. Since I’ve always been a highly-opinionated person, she figured that it would be a cool endeavor to undertake. So, I Can’t Be Famous was born. All I can say is, I never really expected anyone to read it. Needless to say, I’m actually shocked that I have an audience at all, fam.

Moving on, despite the fact that the blog does fairly well in terms of readership, I’m actively thinking about growth. Yes, I’ve been able to amass a pretty cool audience by being random, but I wonder if a niche can push me even further. Now, if that’s the case, then what should that niche be? That’s where all of the good folks reading this come in. Frankly, I’ve talked about A LOT of topics on this blog. If I chose to veer in a certain direction, what would people prefer? Basically, I’m just thinking out loud and trying to gauge the community. So, holla at me!

In the end, there’s nothing else to say, bruh. Ultimately, I’m just out here trying to figure out the future, son. By and by, I value the opinion of the brethren who read this. So, let me know what’s good, man. Talk to me. Let’s go! LC out.

Miocic & Cormier: Why The Outrage Over Eye Pokes Now?

So, here we are, son. After two years and three fights, the rivalry between Stipe Miocic and Daniel Cormier is finally over. In any case, after nine rounds between these two fighters, we definitively know who’s the best: Miocic. However, despite the fact that Miocic has established himself as the best Heavyweight in UFC history, everyone is talking about something else: eye pokes. All I want to know is, where was all of this outrage when Cormier was stabbing the shit out of Miocic’s eyes?

Ok, before I continue, let me make something clear: eye pokes are fucked up. I mean, they’re a really unfortunate part of the MMA game, man. Shit, for years, people have debated on how to fix this problem. So far, I’ve heard suggestions like altering the gloves or increasing the penalties. Either way, it’s not a good look to have fighters poking each other in the eye, pun intended.

Now, with all of that being said, let’s get to Miocic and Cormier. Apparently, after their fight on Saturday, Cormier now has a torn cornea that may or may not need surgery. This occurred as a result of an eye poke from Miocic. With all of that being said, I’m seeing people on the internet losing their shit about Cormier’s injury. Hell, I’ve seen a lot of “how did this fight continue” or “Cormier would’ve won if his eye wasn’t messed up” comments. The way I see it, all of that is bullshit, fam.

First off, in the three fights that these two men have had, Miocic has eye poked him once. In comparison, Cormier has eye poked Miocic AT LEAST a dozen times. Bruh, Cormier even did it the round before Miocic did. On top of that, after their second fight (which Miocic still won), Miocic needed surgery for a torn retina. Like, Cormier’s eye poking problem was so bad that the referee had to be put on notice beforehand.

Look, if we’re being honest, Cormier eye poked Miocic right before he knocked him out in their first fight. Frankly, I didn’t see all of these people complaining on behalf of Miocic. In fact, Miocic never made an excuse for any of it. He just came back and won both of the rematches. Real talk, it truly sucks that Cormier was injured during the match, but he’s in no position to complain, son. Keeping it a buck, he has like a 13-to-1 lead on Miocic when it comes to eye pokes.

In the end, this post isn’t really about Cormier or Miocic. Ultimately, it’s about the fans and media personalities who can’t keep their opinions straight. By and by, if people weren’t outraged about Cormier eye poking the bejesus out of Miocic, then don’t be outraged when the opposite happens. In addition, Cormier was a REPEAT offender, man. At the end of the day, it’s just an unfortunate byproduct of the sport. All in all, the powers that be need to find a way to fix it ASAP. That is all. LC out.

Mike Tyson & Roy Jones Jr. Need To Relax

So, here we are, son. After 15 years and a barrage of impressive training videos, Mike Tyson is returning to boxing. Not only that, he’s about to get it cracking against Roy Jones Jr. Now, before anyone gives me the side-eye, yes, this story is real, and no, this isn’t 1995. All I can say is, as much as I fucks with the both of them, they need to sit their asses down, man. On the real, they need to just enjoy being legends and leave the fighting to the young cats.

Ok, for those who missed it, an exhibition match between Tyson and Jones is about to go down. Now, according to reports, the two men will go at it for eight rounds on September 12th in Carson, California. In addition, on the undercard, former NBA player Nate Robinson is set to fight YouTube dude Jake Paul. All in all, I don’t know what the fuck is going on out here, fam? I mean, on the same night, we have a 54-year-old battling a 51-year-old and a basketball player squabbling with a vlogger. *Sigh* 2020 is so fucking weird, bruh.

Look, I have all of the respect in the world for Tyson and Jones, son. Like, they’re literally my two favorite boxers, man. However, this fight just doesn’t need to happen, fam. Ok, yes, Tyson has been looking otherworldly in his Instagram training videos, but there’s a reason he stepped away from the sport, bruh. Shit, I think it’s safe to say that they’re both past their primes, people. So, I don’t want to see either of them get hurt, brethren. In my eyes, none of this shit is remotely worth it.

In the end, I’m all for Tyson/Jones staying in shape and getting the blood pumping. But, boxing is an unforgiving sport, son. Ultimately, the phrase “you don’t play boxing” is accurate as fuck, man. By and by, I would’ve been HYPED for this shit in the mid-90s. However, the time has passed and the greats just need to let their legacies speak for themselves. That is all. LC out.

Now We’ll Never Get Tony Ferguson vs. Khabib Nurmagomedov

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, this is a somber moment for me, man. I mean, while I’m a big Justin Gaethje fan, I’m pissed off for Tony Ferguson, fam. Like, how long have we waited for Ferguson to go up against Khabib Nurmagomedov? Shit, Dana White has tried to book that fight five times and five times that shit fell through. All in all, after UFC 249 and the beatdown provided by Gaethje, we’ll probably never see Ferguson take on Khabib.

Ok, for those who don’t understand my sorrow, let’s quickly breakdown the history of Ferguson and Khabib. Now, as I’ve previously stated, this fight has been scheduled five times. Four of those bouts were cancelled due to injury/illness. The last scrap was deaded because of the coronavirus. So, since Khabib has been “quarantining” in Russia, the UFC commissioned a fight between Ferguson and Gaethje for the Interim Lightweight Championship (a title that Ferguson already won before).

Now, to be honest, I was always worried about this matchup. Real talk, after those two losses to Eddie Alvarez and Dustin Poirier, Gaethje has been a different fighter, bruh. Hell, he still has bricks for hands, but he’s a lot more patient and way more calculated. Meaning, he’s picking his spots and THEN separating his opponents from their consciousness. So, I knew that he would be trouble for someone as reckless as Ferguson. The fact of the matter is, Tony walked into damn near EVERY punch that Gaethje threw, son.

Keeping it a buck, I have no idea how Ferguson lasted until the fifth round, man. The way I see it, any other mortal would’ve died in the first round against Gaethje. But, that toughness also comes with a price, fam. Frankly, Ferguson looked like a fucking car crash after that fight, bruh. All I can say is, Gaethje fought a perfect fight. Because of this, we’ll probably never get to see the chaos of a Ferguson and Khabib fight. *Sigh* Thanks, Justin Gaethje. Thanks a fucking lot.

In the end, I can only see one pathway to a Ferguson and Khabib match. Ultimately, as much as I hate to say it, Ferguson needs to go see Conor McGregor. By and by, if Ferguson can beat McGregor and Khabib survives against Gaethje, then the longstanding opponents might finally have their day in the sun. At the end of the day, Ferguson was a madman for accepting that fight against Gaethje. However, that’s also what made him a champion. Anyway, such is life, son. That is all. LC out.

P.S. I don’t believe Henry Cejudo when he says that he’s retiring. He, and his shenanigans, will be back (unfortunately). Good day.

Jordan Fans Pretend Like Detroit Never Existed

So, before I begin, let me say that I anticipate some hate coming my way. However, I pride myself on being objective, son. In any case, while I still believe that Michael Jordan is the best basketball player of all time, his legend has taken on an unrealistic sheen. I mean, anytime there’s a debate between him and LeBron James, people bring up James’ failures. But, they never do the same for Jordan. The fact of the matter is, Jordan’s career wasn’t as perfect as folks like to pretend. All in all, the Detroit Pistons can attest to that.

Ok, let’s get straight to the shits, man. Look, anytime someone wants to disparage James, they bring up his 3-6 NBA Finals record. Or, they’ll say something like “Jordan would never get swept in the Finals.” Frankly, they pretend like the playoffs begin and end in the Finals. Now, Jordan may have been perfect in the Finals, but it took him a long ass time to get there. In fact, at one point in time, there was a narrative that a scoring champion like him couldn’t get it done. Shit, most of that narrative was due to the fact that the Pistons beat his ass every single year. Side bar, that team actually swept him before, too. The way I see it, no one should bring up James and the Golden State Warriors but neglect Jordan and the Pistons.

Fam, before Jordan won his first title in 1991, he lost to the Pistons three years in a row. Let me say that again: Michael Jordan lost to the same Detroit Pistons team THREE YEARS IN A ROW! Hell, imagine if that shit happened in the social media era. Jordan would have to deal with a lot more than just the “Crying Face” meme. Now, none of that takes away from his greatness or everything that he was able to accomplish. But, Jordan stans act like that shit never happened, bruh. Hell, they pretend like he was just a model of perfection and forget about the years that he struggled. The truth is, those struggles are what pushed him to be better. So, getting smacked around by the Pistons elevated his game, son.

In the end, I’m not here to restart the Jordan vs. James debate. Ultimately, I still think that Jordan is the G.O.A.T. But, I’m glad that The Last Dance talked about those years. By and by, acknowledging that a legend has faults doesn’t make them any less of a legend. At the end of the day, the same goes for LeBron James. So, instead of acting like a bunch of bitches, why don’t we appreciate all of the awesome shit that we’ve seen these players do. Ok? Great. That is all. LC out.

Scottie Pippen Got Royally Screwed

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, the basketball fan in me is ECSTATIC that The Last Dance is finally airing on ESPN. I mean, as a lifelong New York Knicks fan, I have a weird relationship with Michael Jordan‘s legacy. On one hand, he’s my favorite player ever. On the other hand, he’s almost solely responsible for my childhood anguish. Like, he broke my team’s heart EVERY FUCKING SEASON! In any case, the first two episodes of the documentary shine a light on another important topic: Scottie Pippen getting royally fucked by Chicago Bulls management.

Ok, before I continue, let me say that Pippen deserves some of the blame here. Now, apparently, everyone told him not to sign that 7-year/$18 million deal. Everyone told him that Jerry Krause, the general manager of the Bulls, wouldn’t renegotiate his contract later. So, with all of that being said, Pippen shot himself in the foot with that deal. However, Krause and company are still assholes for not upping Pippen’s cut, man. At a certain point, the sum they were paying him was fucking disrespectful, fam.

Look, by the time the 1997-98 season came around, Pippen was the 122nd highest-paid player in the NBA. In addition, he was 6th highest-paid player on the Bulls. Keep in mind, he was either 2nd or 1st in every statistical category for that team. Despite all of that, he was getting paid less than Jordan, Toni Kukoč, Ron Harper, Dennis Rodman AND Luc Longley. Now, MJ, I get it. The rest of them muhfuckas, hell nah, son. All I can say is, I completely understand why Pippen wasn’t so hyped to get back with the team, man. Hell, I wouldn’t break my back either for a squad that didn’t value me.

In the end, I can’t fucking wait to watch the rest of this documentary, fam. Ultimately, this is the era that I came up in. By and by, I want to see how real ESPN is going to keep it. Are they really going to talk about Jordan’s gambling? Are they going to show him punching Steve Kerr in the face? Either way, I’m ready to go, fam. All in all, I just fucking love basketball, bruh. That is all. LC out.