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.

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Donald Trump Hates Sports

So, just in case anyone forgot, Donald Trump is a fucking joke, son. I mean, with all of the tomfoolery happening in our country, why does he consistently focus on the wrong things? Shit, Kim Jong-un is trying to nuke us all, but Trump would rather talk about the NFL. Healthcare is still being debated in Congress, but he’d rather take shots at Stephen Curry. Man, this dude has ZERO understanding of the nature of his office. Honestly, when will this man realize that his job isn’t a reality show? More importantly, will we all still be alive by the time he figures it out?

Now, for those who missed it, Trump has been on a tear recently. First, during a speech in Huntsville, Alabama, he called football players who don’t stand for the National Anthem “son[s] of bitch[es].” In addition, he demanded that these players be fired, regardless of the fact that they’re exercising their First Amendment rights. Next, he set his crosshairs on Curry and the Golden State Warriors. Since Curry expressed that he wasn’t interested in visiting the White House, Trump took it upon himself to “uninvite” the team. Needless to say, the Warriors organization didn’t give a flying fuck, man.

In any case, as expected, everyone with sense called Trump out for his idiocy. LeBron James went hamburger on him for even thinking that rescinding an invitation was a power move. Look, logic states that a person can’t uninvite someone who wasn’t even planning on going. Meaning, Trump is a clown for thinking that anyone cares about his little temper tantrum. Real talk, a speech isn’t going to make a team visit the White House and it isn’t going to stop players from protesting racial injustice.

Listen, the fact of the matter is, Colin Kaepernick started a movement, son. Now, the powers that be thought that getting rid of him would stop the momentum. However; as more players from different leagues get onboard, the fight just keeps getting stronger, man. Hell, just the other day, Bruce Maxwell became the first MLB player to kneel for the anthem. All in all, players are determining that they won’t be silenced by influence and intimidation. Also, more owners and organizations are starting to join the debate, people. The snowball effect is starting to occur.

In the end, maybe Trump should stick to presidential matters. I mean, it’s not like he’s even doing that well, fam. Frankly, he shouldn’t have time to comment on players because he should be focused on doing his job better, bruh. Ultimately, this is yet ANOTHER example of the clowncake that the Electoral College put in office. *Sigh* The fuckery just doesn’t stop, son. LC out.

Sammy Sosa Looks BONKERS!

Son! Fam! Bruh! What?! Huh?! Dude, what the entire FUCK is going on around here?! Seriously, who the hell is the pink-faced mammal in the photo above?! Now, people are telling me that it’s Sammy Sosa, but I refuse to believe that, son. Like, I’ve always known about his skin-bleaching fetish, but this is preposterous, man! All jokes aside, Sosa has surpassed Michael Jackson in terms of skin-changing fuckery.

Now, shit got weird when Sosa sat down with ESPN to talk about this year’s Home Run Derby. Needless to say, once we all saw his face, we stopped giving a fuck about what he was saying. Son, what in Baby Jesus‘ name did this man do to himself?! Shit, what part of the game is being lavender, son? What part of the game is looking like a batch of cotton candy, man? Listen, I like to match my clothes, but I didn’t think my skin color had to be part of the equation, fam. All in all, this man looks fucking NUTS, bruh!

On the real, I knew Sosa had an affinity for bleaching, but I never thought he’d take it this far. Keeping it a buck, the dude used to be my complexion, son. Now, he looks like a fucking Starburst, man. It’s like he went into Home Depot and said “I want to look like the paint in my daughter’s room.” All I know is, I literally can’t believe what I’m witnessing, fam.

Moving on, this type of tomfoolery is why people like Kodak Black need to be called out on their fuckery, man. This Sosa nonsense is a PRIME example of what some folks do when they hate their skin color, son. So, no, we can’t just let derogatory comments about complexion slide, fam. All in all, when I look at Sosa, I see a man who legitimately hates himself. Frankly, it’s disgraceful to watch because I used to be a huge fan of this guy, steroids and all.

In the end, I’m blown away by all of this, son. Like, this fool is actually pink, man! I swear, the truth is always stranger than fiction, fam. Ultimately, I don’t see where Sosa can go from here. I mean, it’s not like he can turn back the hands of time, bruh. Sadly, I don’t think he wants to either. *Sigh* LC out.