Yes, I am coming out with another random musings post . . . because this blog is in need of some new thoughts under the title. So here it goes.
I'm going to stray off of the playoffs for a minute. Okay, who's seen Mixed Martial Arts? UFC and all of that? I did last week . . . I lasted 30 seconds. And I'm done. That stuff is just way too brutal, in my opinion. Some people say that it's the future of sports, but I think that the stuff is just crazy. It's more advanced WWE . . . just this is real. Weird.
I want to know your top ten favorite players. Rules: This player can't be on your favorite team. They have to be currently playing in the NBA. And that's basically it. Here're my top ten (in order, of course).
1. Derrick Rose 2. Joe Johnson 3. Kevin Durant 4. Al Jefferson 5. Dwyane Wade 6. Chauncey Billups 7. Rudy Gay 8. Andre Iguodala 9. Brandon Roy 10. David Lee
There it is. Now gimme yours.
Anyways, here's my song of the week. I posted this a while ago, but I only got two other commenters, I think . . . so I'm gonna repost it here. It's my favorite variation of "Hustlin'" by Rick Ross that I've ever heard. Say what you want about Rick Ross, but this is the best one there is out there. It uses the beats and the unmistakable "Everyday I'm hustlin" . . . it's by Lil Wayne and DJ Drama, and it's on Dedication 2 . . . aka "A Sick Mixtape". Enjoy.
Give me your feedback on that. Next video up is one of the funniest things ever. Just go to YouTube, put in "Whitest Kids U Know" and watch them all. Trust me on this one.
Anyways, I'm done with the videos. On to some more thoughts about the playoffs and all of that. The Celtics are doing all right against the Magic. All right. But, truthfully, if they lose this series, I won't be mad or disappointed. We're not going to beat Cleveland anyways. I count the first series win as a success. Truly was the greatest playoff series ever.
OK, so most everybody here read Lang Whitaker's The Links post a few days back, but I'm going to post my outrage here right now for this picture and proof that SLAM is the greatest that bigger mags want to take their ideas.