Category Archives: Sports

NBA 2k13 Executive Produced By Jay – Z

In all seriousness, Jay-Z will be a constant inspiration to me for the rest of my life. He never runs out of ways to “open the market up.” Smarten up.

I’m not even sure what his effect on the game will be — Considering there ARE game designers who created the game. Either way it’s another good look for the big homie. And yes, that Michael Jordan on the narration.


*Sports* Kyrie Irving Challenges Kobe To $50K One-One-One Game


With a full season under his belt ,Former Duke point guard and NBA Rookie Of The Year Kyrie Irving is wasting no time making his presence felt amongst the league veterans. Namely, the leagues most decorated player, Kobe Bryant. After a bit of trash talking Kobe and Kyrie shake on a bet to play one on one for $50,000.

Who you got?


It’s Rules To This Shit…NBA Playoff Edition

You’re probably wondering like “Why is this nigga writing a playoff edition of the rules three weeks after the playoffs started?” That’s a good question with a simple answer: the Lakers are in trouble, nigga. I really wanted to write this joint after that Game 2 debacle in Oklahoma City but I decided to chill. Unlike the thousands of heathens that bombarded Steve Blake’s mentions after he missed that game winning shot. Or the ones that destroyed Pau Gasol’s mentions in two different languages after that weak ass pass in Game 4.

But it all seriousness we have bigger issues to address.  You niggas truly need to learn how to be fans. So I put together a few joints for you to look over before we get to the NBA Finals.

5. Never stop talking shit: There’s a saying in sports: if you’re going to go down,  go down swinging. We’re fans though, so just substitute ‘swinging’ with talking shit. If it’s the 2nd quarter and your team is down 15…keep talking/tweeting. Trust me there’s nothing worse than giving up on your team before halftime only to see them make a glorious comeback in the second half. I don’t care if it’s late in the game you see niggas leaving their seats to hop in their whips…keep the tweets coming. If they lose, you’re a fan that kept the faith. If they win, you just earned yourself the right to use all caps in your victory tweets. Duke was down 10 on the road at UNC earlier this year. I never stopped talking and was rewarded with this Austin Rivers walk-off three-pointer. Plus, when the post-game tweeters start saying shit like “Laker (or insert your team here) fans real quiet,” you can easily direct them to your unwavering timeline of stick-to-itiveness.

4. Stop Hating Kobe: I know this a pretty biased rule but this is my blog fam. Let me clear some shit for you niggas, especially you Heat fans. I. Don’t. Hate. LeBron. I just think it’s extremely bad form for people to consistently compare him to Kobe. Kobe’s been the best player in the league since around the year 2000 or so. Not to mention he’s got more rings than any other player in the NBA right now. And just so we’re clear, i’m not going to list a bunch of Kobe’s old accomplishments here. Let’s talk about how he led the league in scoring all season until a late season injury put Kevin Durant in the driver seat by less than a tenth of a point. He’s a consummate professional whose will to win is never in question. He’s got the best footwork in the game and even though he’s 14 years older than some players in the league he consistently outperforms. When asked about comparisons, Jordan says Kobe is the only player who deserves to be mentioned. Respect him.

3. Cool Chics Watch Hoop: Even on some NBA shit I’ll find a way to recognize the women. Yeah ladies I see y’all. Nothing sexier than seeing tweets on the timeline from chics about bad calls by referees, clutch shots from Kobe or ugly player facial expressions. I mean, I don’t hate you chics that hate sports, I just know for a fact it’s cooler when a chic genuinely enjoys a good game. We don’t even have to be fans of the same team. Actually it’s better that way because the bets can get very interesting. Nevermind that though, I hate chics who refuse to get with sports just for the sake of not conforming. Then they want to look down on chics who watch with their dudes as if they sold out or some shit. I never understood that. Anyway, S/O to all you the ladies that know how many fouls it takes to be in the bonus.

2. Stick With Your Team: Yo, if you ride with the Knicks and the Knicks lose 4-1 in the first round…you don’t have a team in the playoffs anymore. You can still comment on other games. You can even still have a team you’d rather see win. But you can’t celebrate when a team that isn’t YOUR team wins a game. It’s just not right. Get your loyalty game together. That said, even though I’m a Laker fan…if the Thunder beat Miami in the Finals i’m celebrating. Fuck it.

1. Go Lakers. Ha. 

That’s it. I had to get this shit out before the Lakers season ended or else I might not have written it.

Derrick Rose GQ Cover

A year after being named NBA MVP, the Chicago native is being featured on the cover of the May issue of GQ Magazine.

Here’s an excerpt from the interview:

“I like living here,” he says. “They just try to make you comfortable. The people here, they are mostly from out of town; they don’t know who I am. That’s why I picked this place.” (It’s easy to understand why one would enjoy working in this building, too. When Rose orders two bottled waters for us during our chat, he hands the bellhop two $50 bills.) Presidents talk about how the White House begins to feel like a prison. Rose speaks the same way about the town that adores him. “It gets on my nerves that I just can’t go out,” he says. “It’s just boundaries now. People are like, ‘You can’t go here, you can’t go there, you got to let that person know where you’re going.’ It’s just weird. I’m never alone. Ever.”

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NBA Commissioner David Stern Confirms Heated Discussion With DeWayne Wade

It’s October 2, 2011 and still no NBA season start date in sight. The lockout is reaching the point of no return and so are the talks between players and owners. So much so that, according to ESPN’s Rick Bucher’s sources, Dewayne Wade and NBA commissioner David Stern got into verbal heated bout during a meeting on Friday.

Apparently Stern was pointing fingers towards the players while speaking when Wade replied “You’re not pointing your finger at me. I’m not your child.”

Today, David Stern had the following to say:

“I would guess that neither of us remember, but there was a heated exchange of some kind,” Stern told reporters at a New York hotel. “I feel passionately about the system that we have and what it has delivered and what it should continue to deliver for the players and the owners. And he feels passionately too.

“And I think that if anyone should step up on that, it’s my job on behalf of the owners to make the points that need to be made.”

Yo, this is interesting shit. See, the difference between the NBA lockout and the NFL lockout is player celebrity. While the NFL is our country’s most popular sport, the NBA has the most popular players. They don’t wear helmets and the biggest stars i.e. Lebron,Kobe, D. Wade are worldwide stars.

How much leverage that gives them in these labor talks is yet to be seen. But definitely worth noting.

*Video* Kevin Durant x Lebron James x Carmelo Anthony In Baltimore

Last night in Baltimore, the NBA’s biggest stars got together and put on a show in front of a packed house at Morgan State University’s Field house. Kevin Durant, who’s been lighting up the court all summer scored 59 points for the Goodman League in their loss to the Carmelo League. Chris Paul was also a participant.

If there is a 2011/2012 season, Durant will be the MVP. Run tell dat.

Despite Emotional Wins, Women Still A Step Behind ’99 Team

This Alex Morgan goal in the 69th minute seemed to seal the World Cup for the U.S.

Let me start by admitting that I am not a soccer fan. While I have the utmost respect for the sport, its players and especially its fans I’ve never been able to get completely invested in it.

As far as women’s sports are concerned, I find it hard to categorize women differently than when they both play the same sport. That basically explains my interest in women’s soccer.

I do, however love story lines and great theater. And the United States Women’s soccer team provided plenty of both during their run to the FIFA World Cup Final. Like most less than casual fans, I caught the tail end of their overtime match with France. The Wombach header made me get out of my seat.

And this penalty kick by Megan Rapinoe @ the 4:12 mark had me in my B-Boy stance.

Needless to say I was pretty amped up for their match against Japan. I’m sure Hope Solo and company were too for a number of reasons. One of the mains ones being their desire to step out of the shadows of the 1999 U.S. team. Even if weren’t a sports fan you couldn’t escape nor will ever forget the image of a woman taking her shirt off on the soccer field. That was the biggest story line to me. Would this team take their place alongside, behind or in front of the ’99 team?

Images like those and names like Mia Hamm are like ghosts from the past that the 2011 team desperately wanted to shake away from. Which makes Sunday’s loss so devastating. Not to mention the way in which they lost. To squander so many opportunities in the first half, have the lead on two separate occasions and lose on penalty kicks is heartbreaking.

That thin line between winning and losing was thinner than deli meat Sunday. But no matter how close they came, the fact still remains.

There is no consolation for Hope Solo, Amy Wombach or Alex Morgan. And to be honest there shouldn’t be. Despite the fact that they made it all the way to the final, the 1999 team is “that” team. Amy Wombach’s header will go down in World Cup history, just not as far down as Brandi Chastain’s goal.

Without question each and every player on that team should be extremely proud of their representation of their country. All across America people were tuned in at bars, living rooms and even Times Square to watch this team and unite around the red and blue.

That still won’t stop the thoughts about what could have been.