RIP Chadwick Boseman

So, like I always say, I’m going to try to keep today’s post short, son. The fact of the matter is, Chadwick Boseman was/is a cotdamn legend and should be respected as much. Although his career didn’t reach 20 years, he was responsible for NUMEROUS legendary depictions of Black people. All in all, Boseman represented the best of us and should be celebrated for his accomplishments.

Ok, for those who are living under a rock, Boseman just passed away at the age of 43. Now, given how young he was, it would be a good guess to think that he succumbed to some random tragedy. However, the truth is a lot more painful, sad and miraculous. Apparently, Boseman had been battling colon cancer for four years. That’s right, the man who was responsible for making Black kids feel like superheroes was quietly fighting for his life.

Now, when I think about Boseman’s diagnosis, I have so many thoughts at once, man. First, the entire time that he was bringing Black Panther to life, he was secretly battling for survival. Shit, he literally had to get in the best shape of his life for that role. Fam, I can’t even imagine how difficult that was while simultaneously dealing with a cancer diagnosis. No pun intended, but that was REALLY fucking heroic, bruh.

In addition, Boseman’s death has me grappling with my own mortality. I mean, think about it, son. If he was dealing with cancer for four years, then that means he was diagnosed at 39 years old. Hell, I just turned 35 this month, man. The truth is, I’m not that far away from where Boseman was, fam. Frankly, I couldn’t even fathom being as strong as he was at such a young age.

In any case, it goes without saying that he’ll be best remembered for Black Panther. Look, when someone’s the star of a billion-dollar movie, their name becomes etched in stone. But, Boseman was also responsible for MULTIPLE roles that shed a positive light on the Black community. He played Jackie Robinson, the first Black man to break Major League Baseball‘s color barrier. He played Thurgood Marshall, the first Black man appointed to the Supreme Court. He played James Brown, the inventor of the Funk and one of the most influential musicians in human history. And of course, he played T’Challa, an African king and superhero that Black children everywhere could emulate. The fact of the matter is, Boseman displayed MANY facets of Black greatness and I thank him for it.

In the end, rest in peace to Chadwick Boseman. Ultimately, I was thoroughly shocked by this news, bruh. By and by, we NEVER know what someone is dealing with behind closed doors, son. At the end of the day, I applaud Boseman for his strength. He didn’t let his ailment stop him from becoming a legend. The way I see it, that’s a lesson that all of us can learn, man. That is all. LC out.

Megan Thee Stallion Needed To Read Her Contract

So, let me begin this post by saying that I’m not here to shit on Megan Thee Stallion. The truth is, she’s no different than countless artists who’ve fallen prey to the business of music. But, after watching her most recent Instagram Live video, it’s clear that she might be a little confused about the status of her deal. In any case, I hope her situation serves as a lesson to other up-and-coming musicians, man.

Ok, for those who missed it, Meg isn’t too thrilled with her record label at the moment. Now, to be frank, her situation is a convoluted one. To begin, she’s signed to Carl Crawford‘s 1501 Certified Entertainment. Side note, someone should’ve told her that signing to a label run by a former baseball player might not be the move. In any case, from there, she signed another deal with Kevin Liles300 Entertainment. Moving on, to make this a little more confusing, she also signed a management deal with Jay-Z‘s Roc Nation. So, she’s essentially beholden to three different entities, son.

Now, at the start of her IG video, she’s trying to emphasize that she’s an independent artist. Apparently, she feels that way because she’s signed to an independent label (1501) and has basically built up her own brand. The problem is, that’s not really the truth, fam. Look, regardless of her own self-promotion, the fact is, she’s still signed to a company. Meaning, she’s at the mercy of that company. So, despite the fact that she’s done a great job of making herself hot, the label she signed to still pulls the strings, bruh. This is why they currently have her music in a vice grip.

For clarity, Meg is stating that 1501 is preventing her from releasing new music. Now, as the story goes, based on her newfound success, she tried to renegotiate her contract. After the label refused, she’s now claiming that they’re stopping her from dropping new tracks. Needless to say, Meg is frustrated with all of the red tape that she’s now dealing with. However, it’s also perfectly clear that she’s not as independent as she thinks she is. Listen, just because her label is independent doesn’t mean that she is. In actuality, an artist can’t claim independence if there’s a chain of command, son. Sadly, Carl Crawford runs the show and Meg can only do what he allows her to. All I can say is, this is why artists need to read their contracts. For all intents and purposes, Megan Thee Stallion is an employee of Carl Crawford. So, her career can only go where he lets it go.

In the end, I hope that Meg can gain some sort of liberation. If not, I hope that Crawford will at least give her a little leeway so she can continue to thrive. Ultimately, it sucks that generation after generation keeps falling victim to the shenanigans of record labels. By and by, Meg wasn’t the first and she certainly won’t be the last, man. At the end of the day, I’m not anti-record label. Frankly, I just want all artists to have a CLEAR picture of what they’re signing up for. That is all. LC out.

How Sick Is Bryce Harper Right Now?

So, as a lot of folks should know by now, the Washington Nationals just won the World Series. Now, as a New York Yankees fan, I’m selfishly happy that the Nats defeated the Houston Astros in Game 7 last night. In any case, I’m not going to turn this into a bitter baseball fan post. Instead, I’m actually wondering about Bryce Harper right now. All in all, how does he REALLY feel seeing his former team win the year after he left?

Ok, for those who don’t know the history, Harper spent the first seven years of his career in Washington. Along the way, he became the Rookie of the Year, a multi-year All-Star and an MVP. Now, during this time, the Nats flirted with some good records, but they were never able to win the Pennant, let alone the World Series. Anyway, at the end of the 2018 season, Harper became a free agent. From there, instead of re-signing with Washington, he signed a 13-year $330 million contract with the Philadelphia Phillies.

Now, let me be clear, son. On the real, $330 million is a FUCK-TON of money, man! I mean, who the fuck wouldn’t sign that type of contract, fam?! Shit, if I was worth that type of bread, I don’t even know if I’d walk around with pants on, bruh. But, I guess everything comes with a price, folks (pun intended). Hell, one year after having an 82-80 record and missing the playoffs, the Nats just won the fucking World Series, brethren. All I know is, Harper’s GOTTA be sick right now, people.

Listen, I know a lot of Harper supporters are trying to use the “he’s got a lot of money, so he doesn’t give a fuck” argument. However, I don’t believe that at all, son. Frankly, high-level athletes are competitors, man. Meaning, they’re in it to win it, fam. So, no one can tell me that Harper doesn’t feel a way about watching his former team win it all. Especially when he was JUST there last year.

In the end, congrats to the Washington Nationals, bruh. Ultimately, I know the good people of D.C. have been waiting for this for a long time, son. By and by, I’m just happy that they handed the Astros that L, man. All I can say is, I hope my Yankees can mix it up with them next season. That is all. LC out.

Go Listen To ‘The Receding Hairlines Podcast’

So, I’m going to keep this super short today, son. All folks need to know is, my dude Fabo has a podcast, man. That’s right, fam, alongside Sarge and Hutch, they collectively host The Receding Hairlines Podcast. Side note, I’ve been making fun of Fabo’s hairline for damn near 20 years. With that being said, I get a MAJOR kick out of the name of this podcast, bruh. Another side note, as a bald dude, I’m a huge hypocrite for making fun of anyone’s hairline. In any case, the podcast has a lot of sports debate, with a variety of real-life shenanigans thrown in for good measure. All in all, everybody needs to do the right thing and ride the wave. Anyway, the podcast can be found on iTunes, Spotify, Stitcher or anywhere else people listen to podcasts. Now, what else is there to say, brethren? Go listen to the cotdamn podcast! That is all. LC out.

Floyd Mayweather Is Gonna Put Them Paws On Conor McGregor

So, to begin, I can’t believe that this fight is actually happening, son. Like, I’m truly baffled by the fact that Floyd Mayweather is really going to battle Conor McGregor. All I know is, McGregor’s team clearly doesn’t care about him, man. Dana White and the UFC clearly don’t care about him. Ultimately, Mayweather is going to beat the dog shit out of McGregor. All in all, Conor better enjoy that money because the ass-kicking is about to be so real.

Now, can we all keep it a buck for a second? Look, these two men are about to engage in a boxing match on August 26. So, this isn’t an MMA bout, fam. Meaning, McGregor is about to walk into the ring and try to beat a man that no other professional boxer has ever beaten. Bruh, that’s literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Side note, I’m not even a Mayweather fan, but facts are facts, son. Anyway, that logic is equivalent to Alex Rodriguez thinking he can beat Michael Jordan one-on-one. Sure, he’s a legendary baseball player, but what the fuck does that have to do with basketball, bruh? Ok, yes, Mayweather and McGregor are both fighters, but their respective sports are very, VERY different, man. It just is what it is.

Real talk, I’m just trying to figure out why anyone thought this fight was a good idea in the first place. Is it supposed to compare the validity of MMA verses boxing? Honestly, I don’t think that debate could ever be settled, man. Look, if Mayweather stepped inside the octagon, I feel like McGregor would mollywhop his ass. However; this event is taking place in a boxing ring. Meaning, this is Mayweather’s bread and butter, fam. On the real, there’s literally NO WAY McGregor can beat him in this realm.

In the end, I’m still going to watch the fight, son. I mean, I’m a sucker for the spectacle, man. In any case, McGregor better do A LOT more practicing, fam. Listen, I saw the sparring video that recently came out. By and by, if he lets Mayweather hit him like that, then he might not make it out of the second round, bruh. Anyway, I’m absolutely here for the tomfoolery, kid. Viva la nonsense! LC out.