Re: NBA 2K7

Oh damn!

“Plays a slashing type game”

Check.

“Rarely passes”

Double-check (see: “Keeps passing to a minimum”).

“Doesn’t post up ever because posting up is for pussies”

Yes.

Break For Cake

For all our mocks and jests towards the Saladeers, they are still our acquaintances and are consistently wittier than most weblogs of similar make.  The maitre d’s on-going inquisition into new writers for Superman is especially delectable today (we will soon be ghost/guestwriting a pitch for Jim Thompson).

A Paradigm Shift in Trading

We all know the standard form of trades in sports, a player for another player, for cash, or for draft picks, etc. I propose a radical shift in trading methods: Regional trading. In this method of trading, a city can trade a myriad of things to another city. For example the Detroit Pistons want Kevin Garnett, but they do not have enough to get him, so you do Nazr Muhammed, a first round Draft pick and Justin Verlender (of the Detroit Tigers, a baseball Franchise) for Kevin Garnett. This helps the Twins’ pitching and makes fans of boy cities happy. You can up the anti and trade away other things as well. You can trade Ford Motor Company for Kevin Garnett, or Ford Motor Company for a hockey stick, etc. I am not sure how the particulars of the implementation would work, but this shift in trading scemes allows a citizen of a city (or a region) to use assets not limited to one organization, it’s a creative form of trading. If nothing else I hope this piece catalyzes some interesting trade offers from citizens loyal to their city as a whole.

The Glove

Dear Spec,

Stop having people that now nothing of film write about it. Continously, I open the Spec and see all sorts of mediocre and just plain wrong opinions expressed by your film critics. This “Laughing at the Oscars” nonsense must stop. I, from the comfort of this blog, throw down the gauntlet. Until your reign of mediocrity comes to an end, I issue a standing challenge to any so called Spec movie critic to a duel on the lawn, pistols to be provided at each party’s expense. My second will be the right and honorable Kid Genius. For Honor and the AFI!

El Cid Campeador, Ruler of Valencia 1094-99

Trapstar Fresh From Head To Toe

Yao!

Got some news this morning that is not at all shocking: J.C. and Chunk-Trunk listen to the exact same music as the Kid G, Snitch and I:

Jamal Crawford, clutch shooting guard for the New York Knicks, insists his team is going to make the playoffs this year. He also says that, in the locker room, the guys mostly listen to music coming out of one iPod.

“You’ll hear Jay-Z for sure,” he said. “Then you’ll hear Jeezy, Game and Lil Wayne. Can’t forget Lil Wayne. Everybody loves Wayne. T.I. too. Everybody bumps to the same thing.”

“No more phones…”

Synergy. We know what it is…

“When Kobe Bryant heard about the concert, he reached out to me ’cause he’s a fan of my music and I’m a fan of his skills on the court,” Wayne said to MTV. “He said he wanted me to be the first to represent his new jersey, number 24, and I was with it!”

“Miami Heat’s Dwyane Wade hosts an NBA All-Star Party at Rumjungle with performances by Rich Boy and Slim Thug.”

“Wizards star guard Gilbert Arenas celebrated his 25th birthday with…some of hip hop’s biggest VIPs, including the Game, T.I., P.Diddy, and Lil Wayne.”

And for Kid Genius and 2k alter-ego (skip to 2:45 in if you don’t ride for Houston):

Reign of Blood

Kid Genius’s photo editorializing should not be taken lightly.  I was not going to get into this until a later date, but now I feel compelled to.

I have no words for this story, though some do.

All I have is pictures…

Coincidence?

The Initials of Kid Genius are KG. Coincidence…. I think not!

vs.

one and the same…

Horribly Conceived Protest

To any of the moron’s who organized the protest of the war last week which set off the fire alarm at butler and lerner hall, that was the most idiotic and ineffective protest I have ever seen or heard about. Did you really sit down and come up with, “Hey, I know how we can spread our message about the Iraq war, let’s mildly inconvenience a bunch of people who already agree with us….that’ll show George Bush.” Then you took to the streets to voice your message to a community where 95% of the population agrees strongly with you… fucking brilliant. Columbia Protesters 1, George Bush 0.

Hanging out at the business school library…

…is surprisingly fun. I had to meet someone briefly there the other day at 4:00, the meeting finished at 4:15 but ended up kicking it at Uris until about 6:30. I can’t really explain why but it was a strangely satisfying experience… I took a brief nap, chopped it up with an extremely bizarre asian dude and read some articles on espn.com. I’m not saying these are things that I couldn’t have done elsewhere, but there was just a good vibe going on that afternoon.

Love Uris….
[Editor's Note (Herman): KID GENIUS BE HERE!!!]

[pictured below (l-r): Snitches, K.G., Herm]

Any Given Sat./Sun.

As the sun set and the Sabbath ended on Saturday, S-Dot Snitchin and I found ourselves a few Tecates in and lonely, with Kid Genius lost to the downtown lifestyle of money and women (more on this later). So, wandering this lonely globe with only pistols and promises, we found ourselves amidst a “beer-pong tourament”. We entered and quickly worked out way through all challengers that stood in our path.

Now these were not any normal “beer-pong” victories, dear reader. Nah, your boys was on FIYAH!! (twice for S-Dot, thrice for ya boy) We ran fucking beer-trains all through those dudes (no homo). This included, but was not limited to: one (1) five-cup fire-run on a six rack, the un-PC elimination of two special-ed students, S.Dot’s disgustingly accurate anti-volley, and an 8 cup lead in one game. Yeah we came to eat cake, McNulty. Grub-a-dub-dub.

The final game, however, saw us out-matched by our a team of our own kin and a Kentuckyite. They were the veritable Departed to our measely Babel (DEF more on this later). Needless to say, babble we did, yet we lost by a cup. Alright, Mr. White: so we weren’t tossing hash browns, WE KNOW, THIS IS NOT OUR SUPERDOME, JEROME. Still, for two guys on a combined 932 day bender, we played our positions.

The rest of the night consisted of straight up giggling from S.Dot and some drive-by smack talking by a girl outside of the bar. Impossible to shake the haters. We understand 3 6’s pain. Also on the agenda: some sticky-ick served up by Don August Juan and some subsequent Wii golf (-3. whatup boss).

Today’s adventures? Waking up on S.Dot’s couch at 11 and watching 7 straight hours of Savage Sunday movies on TNT and TBS (hence the previous posts). Break for pesto. Reconvene for awesome oscars, where Mr. Furry-Paws narrowly edged Snitchin in our annual pool.

I came out hard with A.A. and the screenplays and a rare double win in Live-A Short and Doc Short. Snitch’n fought back with Score and some cheap wins in the Sound category, but Scorcese win cemented his fate. Needless to say, we both dominated Mr. Mixed Greens. Further proof of the takeover (the break’s over). Love and tobins – Hermie.

P.S. Kid Genius WILL be here in time. He’s busy wit’ the keys. Geeeeeeeezzzzzzzz