Tha Hangover: Sunday Morning Rah-Rah.

Well, I had writer's block last week hence why you didn't see an entry. And shit, I was woken up this morning at 7 to drop off my grandmother to Brooklyn, so fuck it; I went on a nice jog this morning and now I'm here. And I actually have shit to talk about.

1) Past couple of weekends have been pretty live I'm not gonna lie. I think it's the combination of a lot of people's birthdays fallin at this time and the fact that the class of 2008 has graduated (congrats to yall by the way). Now I'm not the one really to make too terrible of a decision when I'm bent but I think I accomplished something in which I don't even know what to make of it:

I danced with a mom with one leg.

Don't get it twisted, it was pretty cool/athletic that she could groove it with one leg. But I had NO idea until my boys pointed it out to me and ribbed me for it. Nevertheless I gotta give her props for hittin up the bar, sippin on some fine wine and gettin jiggy wit it with her daughters.

2) As I was drivin this morning I wonder what's a worse feeling: gettin home around 6am...or gettin ready/en route to work at 6am hah? I'd have to say the latter obviously but unless you're jackhammerin and just left her crib I don't think gettin home at 6am is all too enticing. For me it's weird as fuck when I wake up for my Adidas jobs at 430 or 5 or so (when I'm used to at times gettin home at 330 or 4am) and I'm seein people just comin home. It's weirder tho at the rare occasion when I miss my 3:16 Ronkonkoma/Far Rockaway train and get on the 5:11; get home around 5:50 and seein people walk towards the train/bus. Sheeeit.

3) I wanted to do hoodrat stuff with my friends.

4) This thing right here is quite possibly the greatest theory I have ever stumbled upon. Every real man should read this. Shoutout to my boy Lee for findin this gold mine.

5) I have this odd feeling that I don't ever want to shake. Now, I'm not the one that believes in soulmates persay...but at the same time- I feel like there is this someone who I'm meant to be with...and that's just the way it is. I'm not even gonna lie- I've never met her in person before; yet we've been talkin to each other for almost two years and everything just clicks. I can't really explain it- I'll delve more into this around mid-week (The Internut Complex as I'll dub it) but it makes sense. Gettin to know a person AND having a multi-layered sense of attraction to them is best achieved online (albeit granted that's pretty rare since you have about 20 Wacko Jackos for every sane person).

6) My grades for the playoff series thus far:
- Pistons-Magic: B+. Why would I give this series such a high rating even though it only went 5 games? Because truthfully there were only 2 lopsided quarters in the entire series. Other than that, a few plays here and there- the Magic were right there. However...the Pistons are the most experienced team left outside of San Antonio and their insane team chemistry (even sans Chauncey Billups) was the difference. But give credit to the Magic, they fought hard and were not intimidated in the least.
- Cavs-Celtics: B. I don't know what to make of this series (neither with the Spurs-Hornets for that matter). Homecourt advantage has been absolutely crucial. I don't understand Boston's Jekyll and Hyde shit (I mean yes you earned homecourt throughout but damn this is takin it to another extreme). Yet for some reason; I am not surprised how incredulously low scoring this series has been. Defense has been crazy, but outside of games 1 and 6 have been pretty dull to me.
- Lakers-Jazz: A-. All 6 games could've went either way really. The basic theme was that the team with the lead would be in control throughout...but the team trailing would make that run to make it interesting...almost too interesting hah. The transformation of the MVP Kobe Bryant continues and I'm almost at the point now where I want to see him win a title hah. Maybe because he has the most entertaining NBA player this side of Dikembe Mutombo.
- Spurs-Hornets: B. All 6 games have been pretty one-sided and seem to follow a theme. When the games are in New Orleans, NO will jump out to a quick lead, SA will call timeout, SA will chip away and take the lead or stay close at halftime. Then in the 3rd quarter, NO absolutely massacres SA and the game is effectively over. When the games are in San Antonio, the teams will trade baskets for a while and then SA will be the team to go off in the 3rd quarter. By the way, the mustard yellow at first I hated it but I've grown to like it hah.

7) The Mets annoy me. How do you go 3-4 in a seven game homestand vs. the Reds and Nationals. Why we struggle with the Nats is besides me to be honest...and I can't get a read on the team in general. Do they even wanna play for Willie Randolph? They def don't have that joy/passion that they had in 2006 and the first half of 2007. It sounds incredulous but in my personal opinion the turning point of all of this was when Randolph benched Jose Reyes in a July game in Houston for not running out a ground ball (which he thought was gonna go foul so I can't blame him). Beating the Yankees 7-4 yesterday tho will curb some of my annoyance tho.

8) Ahh geez...this coming week is Fleet Week. Aka Interception City. You have no shot against the men in uniform just get out of their way and try to bob and weave and settle for 2nd, 3rd, maybe even 32nd best. You may have your bar, but unless you can defend your homecourt like I do at Nevadas, just wait til they leave and resume all activity. I think if I was a Navy/Marine dude I just wouldn't speak. My pickup line would probably be along the lines of "You know that bed that you sleep on every night that we're gonna sleep in tonight? Yup...you're welcome." I never really understood what makes a chick so wet about a dude in a uniform or even a suit. Maybe it's that George Clooney shit? It's true tho, if I rocked an orange prison jumpsuit uniform I might make the hoodrats wet? Ok maybe not but they want that thuggggg.

Disclaimer: I have nothin but the utmost respect for these dudes for what they do. I know quite a few dudes who are in the Naval Academy and they're hella chill people to get to know. I personally couldn't see myself volunteering but definetly good for them; and yes they do deserve this week to get all the pussy they want because for hella long stretches of time they make the Sahara Desert look like the Amazon Rainforest.

9) Is a perfect segway to my pet peeve of the week: Girls who mess with dudes who are in jail (aka Lockdown Love). Hell, I don't know if the dude was really a good guy and just made a mistake and landed in prison. But chances are, he was prob some dude runnin on the streets, did some stupid shit (yet they'll think at the time is justified) and now they're up north. This Lockdown Love shit is on Power 105 between 10pm-1am on Sunday nights and this is the kinda shit that I have to hear:

- "Yeah this is ______ and I wanna give a shoutout to my boo (insert some gangsta nickname). I just wanna let you know you're my king and I'm your queen and I can't wait til you get out..." Ok in other words he's your pimp and you're his bitch.

- "This is ______ and I wanna give a shoutout to my husband (his actual name). I can't wait to visit you again up north I miss you like crazy..." Probably not. You already on the next nigga's shit.

- "This is _____ and (whatever she calls him) I just wanna let you kno you mean everything to me it hurts that you're not by my side. You're my Clyde and I'm your Bonnie." Huh what? Fuckin Jay-Z and the BET niggerdom effect.

But whatever. I can't really knock on the dudes/chicks that you decide to get yourselves with. But I get turned off by a chick who says "yeh I want this good dude who got a job got money and got a roof on his head and is gonna do somethin with his life". But fuck it, she never was specific about it; he could be good (in bed) who got a job (slingin like Young Jeezy) got money (off that dope) and got a roof on his head (his mama's basement) and do somethin with his life (get an Escalade). Yeh it's stereotypical but that allure for that "thug dude" never ceases to baffle me; he's "hard, hustles, keeps me on my toes, blah blah blah blah". At the end of the day tho- you can't force somethin to work out. If you're meant for him or her, it'll all fall into place.

And so on.