CryingWife

I’m totally jacking this from Justin Timberlake’s blog, but it has to be one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a long time.

WWW.CRYINGWIFE.COM

Let’s Gooooo!!!

Strong Will Continue

Nas x Damian Marley.. Mmm

Finger gunnin…

I love the NBA… always have, and I believe that I always will.  Now for a buncha guys who have been bred to play basketball.. we can’t honestly expect them to be the role models that we look up to and have our kids look up to.  It really just doesn’t make sense.  If you want them to play ball like em, show em game tape, but other than the work ethic some of these guys put in to get to where they are… I highly doubt much character resonates within em.

But that’s not why I look to athletes for entertainment, my ultimate role model is Jesus Christ, perfect in everyway… not Gilbert Arenas or Tiger Woods… I wish that I could ball like them but other than that.. they’ve lived lives in which everyone always told them they could do anything they wanted… and you know what, they did.  So now they face the music.

The underlying issue with the whole Gilbert thing is gambling.  Something Stern won’t address is that it started with gambling on the plane.  The quick answer is: everyone in the NBA gambles on the team plane.  Well, gambling is illegal.  Not to mention the problem of “friendly” gambling in the NBA (and most professional sports).  I wouldn’t call the thousands of dollars in the pot “friendly.”

Second, why wouldn’t Gilbert and his teammates, not take the situation seriously?  Could it be that a gun in the locker room is a common occurrence?  Why would he think, of all places, that the locker room was the best place to secure his gun?  Could it be that other players do it too?

I think people are playing this up like Gilbert is an empty-headed idiot. But, I think it’s more indicative of a general sentiment from players around the league that guns are very common.

Stephen Jackon shoots 5 shots in the air outside a strip club and gets a 7 game suspension. Gilbert Arenas keeps unloaded guns in his locker and gets an indefinite suspension?

These people get paid to entertain us with their ability to play basketball.. not to teach us morals or values.

J – E – T – S

Nother week, nother Sunday, nother big week of games. . bottom line I go to sleep happy

Good win today boys.  A win is a win.

Looking forward to the New Year.

Kobe V

Nike’s got the Kobe V’s available on NikeID.. I’ve always wanted to ID my own shoe but the possibilities are endless.. Here are a couple of samples I came up with.

Baltimore, what up…

Hometown Love:

Space Jams

In the spirit of the holidays I decided not to get myself a pair.  I’m pretty content with my OG’s…. but I did however pick up somethin somethin for my future son.

Puppet Showdown

One thing I am looking forward to this Christmas is the Cavs x Laker game, with high hopes of the new puppet commercials… I guess it won’t hurt to see a decent basketball game either.

I don’t know what Nike was thinking with the Kobe colorway… but the Lebrons …

Reindeer Beef?

Santa’s black? lol

Lupe Blitzen killllls it

What Teachers Make

Recently I posted a video of a poem by this guy Taylor Mali.  Very inspirational, very down to earth, and just gets to the heart of things.  In commemoration of being done with the semester here is again, in text form…

What Teachers Make

by Taylor Mali

He says the problem with teachers is, “What’s a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?”
He reminds the other dinner guests that it’s true what they say about
teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.

I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the other dinner guests
that it’s also true what they say about lawyers.

Because we’re eating, after all, and this is polite company.

“I mean, you¹re a teacher, Taylor,” he says.
“Be honest. What do you make?”

And I wish he hadn’t done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional medal of honor
and an A- feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time with anything less than your very best.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won’t I let you get a drink of water?
Because you’re not thirsty, you’re bored, that’s why.

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
I hope I haven’t called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.
Billy said, “Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don’t you?”
And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.

I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write, write, write.
And then I make them read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely
beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math.
And hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you got this (brains)
then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).

Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a goddamn difference! What about you?