Yes, the NBA Finals are going on right now, but I'm going to go ahead and post something that has absolutely nothing to do with the current basketball situation. These games are on way too damn late. Yeh, I got school for another week (Vontae...you guys were done like three months ago. C'mon son, Ghostface style. Congrats on Ole Miss as well), and I don't like staying up until midnight watching these games to get like 6-7 hours of sleep a night. Doesn't work for me, because by the end of the game I don't even care as much anymore just because I'm so happy to get to bed. Once summer starts I'll
get some sleep, but for now...gotta get to bed before 11.
But whatever, this is a must-win tonight. If we don't win tonight, I'm pretty much throwing in the towel. But Garnett v. Gasol is really the x-factor in the game today. But on to this next month which should be frickin' awesome because of...
The World Cup starts tomorrow. I can't tell you how pumped I am for this. Yeah, I know that nobody else on this blog gives a crap about
soccer, but the rest of the world does, and I do, too. And the Yanks (that's team USA's nickname, for you American football fans) actually have a shot this year at doing more than a three-and-out. They can really make an impact on this Cup, but
Landon Donovan really needs to be on his game. They should be able to get out of Group C, and it would be unreal if they beat England on Saturday. But...not if
Wayne has anything to say about it. I hope we pull it out.
Spain or Argentina are my champs.
Messi is incredible and Spain plays with too much flopping (like most of the EPL, Champions League, etc...European soccer.), and Torres' hair kinda pisses me off for some reason, so I'll go with Argentina once the US gets bounced (IF the US gets bounced. haha). Should be a fun tourney. Dempsey and Onyewu are my favorite players...Clint because of his creativity and
entertaining risks, and Oguchi Onyewu because he's a center back...and I'm a center back. Michael Bradley is a hard-ass, which convinced everyone that even the coach's kid needs to earn a spot. I'm pumped for the US's showing in this cup. Should be sick.
Does anyone hate when you've been following a music dude and then he/she/they blow up and then you look like a bandwagon-hopper? It's happened way too much with me. I mean, I know a ton of other people know the artist, but then they get airplay and all of the middle-schoolers know who they are. Just happened with Cudi, B.o.B, Wale, and is about to happen with Mike Posner. And B.o.B's new stuff (album) isn't even close to his old stuff (B.o.B v.s. Bobby Ray, Who The F*ck is B.o.B?). Posner's more pop-ish than hip hop, but he's pretty much a combo and some of his ish can be
pretty damn infectious. And now he's got something that's 19th on the Billboard Hot 100. Sorry about my rant. It's a pet peeve of mine.
Has anyone heard much of Outasight? Dude is nasty most of the time...I hate some of his ish, I have to admit, but I think he's nasty on the whole. He lists his musical influences as A Tribe Called Quest, Marvin Gaye, Talib Kweli, Stevie Wonder and Jimi Hendrix. That's three of my top five artists on that list, and I listen to all of them constantly. Yes, Kweli is my favorite rapper of all time. As far as "conscious" rap goes, nobody can touch him lyrically. Mos+Kweli=beauty. In a musical way.
Drake's video for Find Your Love is frickin' amazing. Thing makes you think. I've watched it 4 or 5 times and gotten goosebumps every time. Thing is amazing. I liked Find Your Love. Not strictly a hip hop song, more 808s, but....I liked 808s. I have a wicked broad music taste, and I loved the song, for real. Power by Yeezy? I'm having trouble liking it....but he better do a good ass job on....Good Ass Job. Looking forward to it. Thank Me Later comes out in five days. No, I didn't listen to the leaks of the whole album, I feel like the dude has put out enough tapes for us to give the dough. I'm getting it on the day, have high expectations....I'll let you guys know what I think of it. I'm sure you all care deeply what I think of it.
I'm out like Ray Allen in Game 3 (what the hell??).
