The Airing of Grievances

Larry Hughes is My Favorite NBA Player

That is all.

(Major props to Mr. Irrelevant, Young, Black & Fabulous and Deadspin.)

Must Have CD

Some things you just can't make up. (Thanks Vegas)

Glass Houses & Stones Meets Pots & Kettles

Courtesy of The Mighty MJD, the super-douchbag that is Joe Theismann weighs in on Ricky Williams:

"I don’t ever want to be mentioned in the same breath as Ricky Williams as a football player. He’s a disgrace to the game. The man doesn’t deserve to play football. He should go on with his life and treat his drug addictions or go do whatever he wants to do. He’s been suspended from the National Football League on multiple occasions. Doesn’t anybody have any class anywhere?"

This seems like a perfect place for this.

Tough Love

Clearly, there's a woman who is not dealing with any foolishness.

I can only imagine what it was like for dude on the playground the next day.

Think he'll get locked up?

Walking While Black

Apparently, if you're a Big-Time Baller considering catching an up close and personal view of the Absolutely Bananas Tits & Ass that are always on display in South Beach, Florida, you may want to give it some serious thought if you happen to be a Tan Man. The SportsFrog's Memphis Bengal is righteously indignant about some shit that you would hope would no longer be happening in the year 2006. The more things change ... the more likely you are to be left wondering if SLaird22's Dominican boy has seen central booking as well.

In any event, a Forty of St. Ides to Gilbert Arenas for injecting some comedy into an otherwise depressing situtation -- Arenas' statement to the police:

"You can't arrest me. I'm a basketball player. I play for the Washington Wizards, and I'm not going to leave my teammate."

Quality.

(AofG Extra: Moving things back to the serious, do yourself a favor and take a read through this incredibly powerful piece Walking While Black: The Bill of Rights for Black Men which appeared in New York's Village Voice around six years ago.)

Mama Chiles Would Not Be Happy

So, the Big Bro and I have been playing some hockey of late. Fortunately, the leagues we play in are full of titfuckers so we've pretty much stayed injury free. The one problem though is that when you lace 'em up in the SpringTime you tend to perspire like Star Jones on a safari. And then, if your the type of cat who's pretty much devoid of personal hygiene, you end up having this happen on a Saturday morning:

Scene: JC walks out of locker room and past a mother who must've brought one of her kids for a puck shoot. JC's bag is with him, he's been robbed before so he doesn't leave it behind, and apparently the mother catches a whiff of him and the bag. Big Bro Chiles is about ten paces behind. Big Bro is about to pass mother and hears ...

Disgusted Human Being: Jesus, that guy should really consider cleaning his stuff in an industrial washing machine.

The Big Bro: *Doubles over in laughter.*

JC (upon being told): *Urinates all over himself.*

Perhaps I'll make a purchase. Sounds like I should.

Mother Knows Best

"I tell Kevin that in society there will be those who accept him and those who won't."

Ya think? In any event, I'm sitting here racking my brain and I just can't figure why the school would pick the prom to draw the line in the sand? I mean really, what's the thinking there? Perhaps shim looked better than some of the chicks and they went nuclear? Then again, perhaps not. (Thanks Encyclopedia)

Right or Wrong?

"I think the whole attitude towards climbing Mount Everest has become rather horrifying. The people just want to get to the top. They don't give a damn for anybody else who may be in distress and it doesn't impress me at all that they leave someone lying under a rock to die."

From where I sit, I don't really see the problem. You're fucked up enough to try that stuff, there's a certain attendant assumption of risk. This is far from the best analogy, but the way I see it, it's like when you're in Vegas getting all banged up and one of your buddies takes things to the next level, decides he wants to pull the Harry Houdini at like 6:00 a.m., and then someone in the crew feels the need to send out the search party to make sure dude isn't in the clink, emergency room, morgue or tied to a bed post somewhere getting The Gimp treatment. Thing is, you're an adult, you get that fucked up, it's on you.

Anyway, I personally think it takes a certain level of mental defect to get involved in that Into Thin Air stuff in the first place. Strokes, folks. (Hat Tip: Sports Filter)

"The principal just way overreacted" & The Pussification of America Continues

Ya think?

Seriously, if you can get a misdemenor for that, I consider myself lucky to not have gotten a capital punishment charge back in the day.

Who Needs Snickers?

Hideki's injury is looking better and better by the day.

As for Randy Johnson, I wonder what kind of odds you could've gotten in Vegas on this level of fall from grace? I'm holding out hope that when it heats up he may show us a little somethin', but my good sense tells me that the proverbial genteically-enhaced pitchfork is making pock-marks on his back, to match the beauties on his face.

And before Jerloma starts with his bullshit, yes, I admit it, perhaps A-Rod will learn to use the potty after all.

Number 27 is looking good.