You Did This To Yourself

Carmelo Anthony, who up until the season started was one Nike's "Golden Boys" of pro basketball, did not make the NBA All-Star Team this season. Some people are calling it a "snub." Much like his "keeping it real" persona lacking any real credibility, it's right-on.

About 2 months ago he was involved in a fight with the New York Knicks. Anthony stands about 6'8'', weighs in around 230lbs. Top physical shape. Strong. Young. Athletic. He threw a punch at a guy... well, "punch" is being generous... He closed-handed-slapped another guy from just within arm's reach, then backpedaled away like the dude had the results of Anthony's drug test. RAN BACKWARDS away from the guy while being held back by his 47 year-old assistant coach with a surgically repaired hip. Had Carmelo been holding a purse, it would have looked like an old Ruth Buzzi sketch. So with the All Star ballots counted, what does Carmelo Anthony,

Anthony's quote, much like most athletes who "just want to move on," and have yet to grow a pair of adult testes and apologize for doing something dumb...
"I hope no one holds that over my head over anything," he said. "Things happen. One incident like that is held over one person's head, life ain't fair.
"I did my punishment. I could've easily kept my name out there by appealing it and doing other stuff about it, but I just did my 15 games suspension and hopefully put that behind us."

You're right, 'Melo. Life ain't fair. You are a famous multimillionaire without a college degree, you've had far more handed to you than you've earned. A lot of people work as hard at their jobs as you do at being a professional jackload who plays basketball really well. You didn't get arrested for assault and battery. And yet you are complaining.
Eat.
Sh*t.

I think we have all learned the real lesson. Next time he goes to throw a punch, try to throw at least like an adult, if not a man. Scratching another man's face is not worth a 15-game suspension. More like 30 for being a giant p*ss.

Here's the video:



Keep it "real."


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Paranoid yet?

The city of Boston was recently a target of an ad campaign for a movie to be released this Summer. The ads were outdoor, live ads of little Space Invader-like aliens from a show called "Aqua Teen Hunger Force," a cartoon I love that is not about water, teens, or hunger. It's a meatball (Meatwad), a milkshake (Master Shake), and a box of fries (Frylock) who reminds me of Samuel L. Jackson. ATHF is releasing a movie in March!

Anyway, the city of Boston shut down completely when people thought the blinking-light, notebook-sized doo-dads. Quote from an AP article:

"It's almost too easy to be a terrorist these days," said Jennifer Mason, 26. "You stick a box on a corner and you can shut down a city."

O'Connor said there's nothing wrong with being vigilant, but said she said it was ridiculous to shut down a city "when anyone under the age of 35 knew this was a joke the second they saw it."

Now, here's where you decide for yourself.
Everything must be questioned and perused and zeroed-in-on, dissected and perceived as a possible threat to our safety, both nationally and locally, due to the threat of terrorism in our nation. And when that threat arises, we can run the other way while our government, local or national, steps in to help us out and save us. (Katrina, AHEM... 'scuse me, must have had a Social Security Payment receipt in my throat)

OR

You can understand that this is exactly what the terrorist WANT YOU TO THINK, that you are safe and that you don't need to pay attention and nobody is a suspect! Then they will pounce! See how it happens? Who can you trust? The government that really accelerated our position in the Middle East for the sake of one man makin' his daddy proud? Or the terrorists who want us dead because of the daddy-proud-makin' guy?

Personally, I trust the meatball.


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Barbaro, We Hardly Knew Ye

Kentucky Derby winner Barbaro was euthanized this week after contracting a disease in other hooves. Hoofs? Horse feet.

He was a true Champion, a spirit wherein he hung in there long after most horses and some people would have been put down faster than a new redheaded fat kid at an inner-city junior high. He really hung on to get as much treatment as possible, teach his doctors about treating the situation, and give people some hope. In the end, he couldn't walk, and would quickly get worse.

What I really feel bad about is that Barbaro was just 200yards from a lifetime of studding out. I hope that his final months of life did bring some relief. Perhaps they had someone go ahead and handle the situation of reaping 1/2 of the Champion's Recipe for Success... They better have.

When they go in 3's, who would be next? Buchwald, Barbaro, and then maybe Castro? Give it a week, but I'm taking El Presidente by two lengths.

GO COLTS!

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The Death Of Barbaro

Today marked the end of the life of Barbaro, a horse that was slated to win the Triple Crown (Kentucky Derby, Preakness, and Breeder's Cup) last year. In what I believe was the Breeder's Cup, the horse took a nasty step and fractured, badly, a hind foot.

Yet the horse lived on, worked through rehab and a number of surgeries, seemingly indomitable. Thousands of cards and well-wishes poured in. Barbaro was set to stud later this year. Yet the extent of his injuries and continued worsening of his condition led to his owners deciding to euthanize him today. Sad for any animal lover.

Why is it that, when I read stories like this, I purse my lips in a frown and think "That's sad," while, if I see a video of a kid on a skateboard try and railslide a set of steps and end up in heap at the bottom of it, I can't help but laugh my hindquarters numb?

Just something that occurred to me.

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