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ladies and gentleman ..... I'M GOING TO WRESTLEMANIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bo real blog today, just thought i'd let you guys know that

random Q of the D

doesn't WWE wrestler sheamus look strikingly similar to another semi-famous ginger: minor villain Cpt. Walker D. Plank from obscure 90's cartoon James Bond Jr.?

life after the cup: to the Americans

i'm sorry y'all. i know i'm usually raspberry red with passion and mango sweet with the juicy life enriching goodness. but i've been raspberry blue lately. see, i called in a few favors and rented out a pent house with lions and tigers in cages lined with ghana jerseys. i had my main man diddy bring all his friends over. i had usher give a live performance. i even shanghi'd the entire russian ballet bruce wayne style.now, for what would i go to such lengths for, you ask? you normally wouldn't risk a perfectly manicured finger for anything last than a major international, multicultural phenomenon! well, if you were paying attention (and if you were, here's a cookie!) you would have picked up on the ghana jersey lined animal cages i mentioned earlier. that would have clued you in to the nature of my extravaganza (if you read the title, here's a dollar! so you can buy yourself a cookie!) i got a baaad case of the us-soccer-lost-to-ghana-again-and-is-now-out-of-the-world-cup-...-again blues. where's little walter when you need him? well, despite the fact that no blues artist ever made a song about soccer (well, there IS this nice zydeco infused nawlins offering)yours truly reclaimed his status as the henny topped lemon drop thanks to the uplifting words in this song, and i think our red, white and blue boys just might take comfort in it, too.

kobe dissenters unite!

before i begin let me make one thing clear: i ain't a hater. i've never been a hater. in fact i'm not even one hundred percent the term "hater" is defined in the drew-ctionary. if you happen to be a hater, please refrain from commenting on or reading this particular rant.

with that said, KOBE BEAN BRYANT IS A FESTIZIO AND A MANGINA! not for winning all the time, or having extramarital relations, or doing it again, or running the diesel out of LA, or getting his chin checked by chris childs, or opting not to be a part of the US basketball team that nearly buried US basketball, causing the gulf oil spill (among other things), shooting JR, etc. no, those are simply facts about the mans actions, and drew doesn't hold people responsible for their past. Kobe is an asshole because... HE'S AN ASSHOLE! it's his personality, his ego that get's him onto the permanent DIUU shit list. it's because of what he did as a high school phenom on draft day. now, the man of every hour makes no secret that he was born and reared in the greatest city on earth: Charlotte, NC! for those of you born after 2000, you may not know that we once had a basketball team in Charlotte, you may know them as the "gag me with a spoon" New Orleans Hornets. well way back in the dark ages (1996 if memory serves) the then Charlotte Hornets were set to select with the 11th, 12th, or 13th pick in the NBA draft.

then again, '96 was AWESOME

well, there was this high school phenom named for a dish at a japanese steak house, and the Hornets decided that they were going to use their lottery pick on him. apparently, an entity within the organization that you've dreamed of and worked your whole life to be in that is willing to bet their future on you wasn't good enough for him... because the city wasn't big enough. this ass hat straight dissed the team in my city because it wasn't new york or LA! for that, i will never be able to support him. even if i can concede that he is the greatest basketballer in the world, which i can and do, he will never have the drew everyday, nor will he get the DIUU seal of approval. so take those five rings and stick em where you ish from, mamba!

and here's video of kobe getting his chin checked by chris childs:

Kobe Bryant and Chris Childs Fight

don8yourhrtlikeOMG!!!!!bro-dylan | MySpace Video

question du jour ala radsom

if you were to take every NBA championship team and put them in a tournament to determine the ultimate champion, who takes it all?

my money's on these guys....


or any team with this guy:

blitzen fiasco

yall know how i hate to give coloreds props for shit, but this may be the coolest f'n commercial since the 'kobe v. duncan' joint:



IT'S LUPE FIASCO AS BLITZEN RAPPIN! :O (collect yo self dude)

well i woulda ripped that flow better, cause i rock harder than.... pretty much everybody else, but i guess it was alright for what it was...

smartest play ever?

the clock reads 1:45. the quarter reads 4. you are on their 10 yard line. you need the 4 for a first down. they have no timeouts. you're up one. their coach says, "hey defense, let 'em score so we can get the ball back with some time left." of course your coach calls a run. you are the running back. what do you do?

a) say, "TO MUCH PRESSURE!!!" and go lay in a fetal position on the sideline
b) go get a touchdown, champ. you deserve it!
c) richard nixon
d) run into the first defender you see and fall, hoping it's not ray lewis

if you answered a, b, or c you'd be wrong. also if you answered d you'd be incorrecto mundo. the correct answer is:

e) run down to the 1 yard line and take a knee keeping the clock moving and guaranteeing your team four shots from the one.

well check out the guy who knew and did all of this


to appreciate the brilliance of this play just listen to the commentators, all smart guys, musing about whether or not the jets, who had no timeouts, should just let the jags score and try to get the ball back with enough time to put together a drive to tie the game. maurice jones-drew knew that the jets might be thinking that. he saw that they were indeed not going to tackle him. so he decided that rather than give them about 1:30 to work down the field he would take a knee at the one, insuring that the clock continued to tick. that, my friends, is a genius level understanding of game situations from a still underrated player. behold.

sporty steinbergmanthol: the cutest shit ever!

:'-} look at the baby, awwwww! gents and lasses, this is what sports is about. sharing moments with loved ones. there's nothing quite like a day at the ballpark with dear old dad. and in this age where their are people who would scare you out of health care and those who would rather talk about jackass rappers, it is refreshing to see a human interest story that is completely organic. and just look at that sweetie baby bookie bookie boop!!! i happen to have a year old niece who would have done the exact same thing and been just as precious doing it. this moment just gets me right there. you know where, in the heart string area. and men, take a look at the dad. look at his face when he does things with his daughter. see how fulfilled and content he is? this is what you miss out on when you skirt your responsibilities to your offspring. look at this face! that coulda been you deadbeat dads!

ps: the phillies gave the whole family personalized jerseys, and gave the dad an autographed replacement ball, so he made out pretty good for the price of a night of baseball with his family.

and all this on the heels of this kid doing his thing. this is a great year for dads and there kids going to baseball games.

0-4? (a blog by HIM [as dictated by sporty steinbergmanthol])

boy oh boy. i know they say that the preseason football games are mainly glorified practices, but 0-4? really? oh fer, that's really all you can give me? well, panthers, i for one ain't impressed. you've had 4 "practices" to adjust to new systems, new coaches, and new philosophies. you've had 4 "practices" to "gauge your talent" and figure out who can do what. you've had 4 "practices" to show any sign of life from that remarkable 12-4 record of the season past. it appears that you, panthers, have instead proven that the bumbling, outclassed shell of a team that reared it's head 8 months ago in that playoff game against the 9-7 cardinals is who you guys really are. i ain't impressed! so this inexplicable thing you guys have of not putting back to back winning seasons together is happening again, huh? i know you can't put that much stake in the preseason, after all the lions went 4-0 last year in the preseason before having the reverse perfect season (when you think about it, going winless is pretty impressive in a way, i mean, that level of ineptitude is astounding). it could turn out that the panthers flip the script on the lions and have the second undefeated regular season in 3 years. or they could go 5-11. or 13-3. the point is the preseason dosen't mean shit. but if you ascribe to the "preseason is a gauge for regular season performance" then you have every right to be worried. as for me? let's just say they need to show me something....

great moments in nomenclature

in honor of the great basketball name Fab Melo, a top 5 prospect in the 2010 class, your dark warrior has decided to compile a list of the most intriguing names of all time. i call this list the DDisUU hall of nomencalture inaugural class:

leading off we have the man with the meanest, toughest most painfully awesome man name ever:

Staff Sergeant Max Fightmaster (actual army officer)

next we have the most interesting baby name:

Thor Wang (father chinese, mother swedish)

here we have most unintentionally awesome name:

Batman Bin Suparman
here's the passport poto that proves it!

list time!

basketball:
1. God Shammgod - and thou shalt rejoice in him
2. Gregor Fucka - he told you!
3. Chief Kickingstallionsims - where did he get this name and how can i be down?

football:
1. Atari Bigby - just damn good
2. Mac Speedie - he was a wideout. perfect
3. Lucuous Pusey - think about it...
4. Dick Butkus - legendary man, legendarily named

baseball:
1. Jung Bong - get high
2. Urban Shocker - sounds like an anti hero
3.

soccer:
1. Norman Conquest