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Space Jam Controversy?

With the recent announcement of Space Jam 2 (featuring LeBron “King” James, allegedly), this feels like a perfect time to write about one of the finest artistic pieces to ever have graced Earth… and the night my friend changed the way I saw it.

There are events in your life so drastic that they make you question everything about your existence on Earth. Times when everything you knew to be true and pure is flipped upside down because someone or something questioned/disproved it. Questions as: Why am I here? What really lies at the bottom of the sea? Is Jesus coming back? Why is the sky blue? (Just kidding, that has already been scientifically explained. Get off Tinder and read a book.) How do I get my social media followers up while still keeping my clothes on? Will girls ever answer my DMs on Twitter? Does Metro Boomin trust me? Age old questions.

So why do these events matter? They shape who we are. They deepen our understanding of life by challenging our views of the world. They shift our thought patterns and help us understand the complex situations that we encounter every day. Or in simpler terms, they help answer the question: Are light skin girls really the devil?

(Calm down Beehive, Beyoncé still runs the world.)

One of these events happened a few months ago at an Applebee’s while a half-cartoon-half-real-life comedy about basketball and some crazy cartoons played on the TV above: Space Jam.

First off, let me preface this story with background. Space Jam is my favorite movie of all time and it’s really not even close (TBH, there are superfluous classic movies that I haven’t seen… but that’s besides the point). I get Titanic was great and heart-wrenching, Michael Clarke Duncan gave an outstanding performance in The Green Mile, Star Wars changed our imaginations, Avatar literally made people lose their minds, yeah, yeah…whatever.  When you take arguably the greatest basketball player ever (Prince makes a strong case) and team him up with Bugs Bunny, the rest of the Looney Tunes, and Bill Murray (who may have been the best actor in the movie, but I digress…), you have cinematic gold. Everything about the movie is superb, from the Michael Jordan/Looney Tunes interactions to the antics of the game at the end. Of course I may be extremely biased but this is my blog, so my rules. Deal with it.

My 3 friends and I got to the Applebee’s towards the movie’s ending and the famous game. If you haven’t seen the movie for some reason: 1. You should be ashamed of yourself. 2. Stop whatever you’re doing, and go watch it. Even if you’re having a child. He/She can wait. 3. Here’s a brief synopsis:

Michael Jordan wants to help the Looney Tunes, who are being terrorized by a group of little aliens (later referred to as the Monstars). MJ wagers his freedom, promising to head to Monstar Mountain, a proposed alien theme park (think Magic Mountain, but with aliens) to serve as a tourist attraction. If Jordan and the Looney Tunes win, the Monstars have to leave and never come back. But, if the Monstars win, Jordan will have to travel with them back to their planet and be an interactive park attraction forever. 4-ev-er. THESE ARE PRETTY BIG STAKES HERE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

So without saying too much, the game comes down to the last few minutes. Down by 1, with 10 seconds left, the Looney Tunes have the ball but they need a miracle. In comes Bill Murray, who was watching the game but decided that Michael needed a little help (BECAUSE YOU CAN’T DO IT BY YOURSELF KIDS! *Cough* Scottie Pippen *Cough*). After a few passes, the ball goes to Michael Jordan just above the 3-point line. He takes off from the half court after jumping off the Charles-Barkley-powered Monstar for the game-winning dunk.

FLASHBACK TO HAPPLEBEE’S (Happy hour at Applebee’s- get familiar.)

As my friends made conversation, I intently watched the tv above our booth. As many times as I’ve seen the movie, I don’t get tired of watching the Monstars game and the famous last play- Jordan’s dunk from half court. I could go into how the last play actually takes much longer than the 10 seconds showing on the clock (seriously, go count), or how I’m pretty sure it’s a flagrant foul to purposely step on an opposing player but the important part is The Stretch. WARNING: SPOILER ALERT AHEAD! He goes full Neo, realizes he can go against normal world physics in Tune Land, and dunks on 2 of the Monstars (which should have been a foul). It’s nasty.

As I’m transfixed in all of this Space Jam goodness, my concentration is snapped by one of my friends saying, “Have you ever noticed how they show him dropping down from the rim with 2 hands when he dunked it with one?” Umm…what? Friend again, “Oh yeah, and how he jumps from half court but they only give the Looney Tunes 2 points?”……... HALP.

Not believing him, because there’s no way someone else would know more about my favorite movie than me, I immediately pulled up the ending on YouTube. And lo and behold, I never noticed either of those things. In the grand scheme of things, they don’t matter: 1) the Looney Tunes won anyway and 2) Jordan’s one handed dunk was so disgusting that it made the aliens shoot their boss off into space. But it seriously made me question my dedication to Space Jam and my fandom. More importantly, I started to think about how many other things in life I haven’t noticed in other movies and shows. Or just life in general? What if I live next to drug dealers? What if my friends really hate me? What if light skin girls really AREN’T the devil?

So many questions now and not enough answers. Moral of the story: look around and pay attention to life’s details. Also, Space Jam is the greatest movie ever and I’m willing to fight you over that.

Looney Tunes out.

P.S. Space Jam 3 already confirmed.

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

Easy. Tater tots. Shoes are a close second.

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Shoe: Air Jordan XX9 (Easter) Color: Retro/Black-Light Green Spark-White

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“We want people to make guarantees to us but we’re not willing to make guarantees to ourselves.”

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On the long road to wealth, you might have to pass up Instant Gratification St., Material Possession Ct., and Keeping Up with the Joneses Ave.

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Story Time: Cougar Prey

Once upon a time there was a young man, freshly graduated out of college who was trying to navigate what people referred to as quote, the Real World, unquote. While embarking on his quest to figure out what being a “man” is, a jolly lioness set her eyes on the man. This is his story:

Last summer I had my first ever big boy job (you know- office cubicle, slacks, badge and all that jazz) working for a company in Oakland. I had just graduated college, and had no idea what the next stop in my life was going to be, so I was just grateful to have a job. After all, rent and food ain’t (#CollegeEducated) free y’all. I wasn’t sure about an office job (speaking that my previous jobs all involved sports, basketball shorts, and minimum wage) but there was actually something very rewarding about getting up in the morning, getting dressed, heading to an office, doing my work at a computer, having meetings and projects, and then heading home. I felt like a grown up.

I didn’t have a car at the time, so I had to take a the Bay Area Rapid Transit (known as BART in the streets) everyday to work. For anyone who has never ridden BART, or public transit in a big city/populated area, it can get rather crowded (remember this for later). According to sources (which can not be divulged at the this time...for credibility purposes), there are 7 million people across the Bay Area. Many of those people root for the San Francisco Giants or Oakland Athletics (street name: Oakland A’s #SportsEducated) MLB Teams. Sometimes those teams have day games around noon or 1 in the afternoon, and you know how all of those people get to and from the games? Survey says...BART!!!!!

One day, I was coming back from work on BART and noticed a large amount of A’s fans waiting at one of the stops. The train was already packed but people on BART always seem to find a way to squeeze on. As people piled in, an older couple and a young girl wearing A’s gear ended up next to me. I didn’t pay much attention to them as most people keep to themselves while on BART, but they did seem awfully...cheery. Let it be known, that there are many types of people in the Bay Area and I’m not one to pass judgment on BART (after all, I had a “fun” night on BART after I graduated and...we’ll save that one for next time). The husband, who was a little red in the face, was especially talkative. After a few minutes of observing the trio, I collected the following data:

The couple was a pair of grandparents

The girl was their granddaughter, who had just attended her first professional game

The girl had gotten a foul ball at the game (something I was a little salty about, at first, speaking that I had been to plenty of professional baseball games and never really gotten close to one- until the grandpa was telling everyone near them about said ball and was pushing the granddaughter to show off the ball)

The grandparents had been drinking and Gramps was a little tipsy (which explained the redness)

At first I just thought the grandpa was just a talkative, outgoing person who was really proud of his granddaughter for getting the ball. This may have been true, but by the way he was “playfully” teasing his wife, I gathered that he was no stranger to day drinking. I had my earphones in so I figured he wouldn’t bother me. Turned out that the grandpa wasn’t going to be the problem. Enter Grams.

After everyone had crowded into the train, I was left standing in the aisle holding the bar above me with both hands. I’m 6′4″, so I take up a good amount of space, but I try to make to make sure people around me have their space as well. The last thing I wanted to do was fall over from a train jolt and knock into the people I was already squeezed next to. The grandma ended up standing right next to me, with me facing toward the back of the train car and her facing the side of the car (think of us forming a human “T”). She kept turning to talk to her husband and granddaughter so she probably didn’t even realize I was there at first. She was less intoxicated than her husband but had a little problem keeping her legs under her. As the train started to jolt after we took off from their stop, she bumped into me. She turned around and apologized, but not just with her words. As she said “sorry” while half-laughing, she put one hand on my chest and the other one on my side. It was very friendly touch but remember... I didn’t know this woman like that. I didn’t think anything of it and told her it was okay. She turned back to her husband and they continued their playful banter. Little did I know, Grams wasn’t done playing with me.

About 20 seconds later, the train jolted another time and she bumped into me again, this time grabbing me to brace herself. As she stumbled, she grabbed me and jokingly said to her husband, “If you keep teasing me like that, I might just go home with this handsome young man over here.” Again, I laughed because she was a little drunk and I knew it was a joke, but it was starting to get a little uncomfortable. Her husband looked at me and said, “You better not try to make a move on my wife,” and the woman laughed. I didn’t know what to do because the grandpa was drunk and not laughing at the time, so I was worried I was about to get in a fight over his wife hugging me. I’ve never been in a fight before, but if movies are anything like real life, the OGs always end up beating the young kid’s behinds behinds because they think they know everything and can over power them (#StreetEducated). As this guy continued to stare at me, I was thinking that I’m about to get WorldStarred (yup, I just used that as a verb- can I trademark that?) by some old, drunk grandpa in front of a bunch of people on the train for a woman I wasn’t even trying to talk to. And I was wearing my good work clothes. You never want to mess up your good clothes. 

I was starting to get nervous.

But then, as if 8 pound, 6 ounce newborn infant Jesus was watching over me, a sound entered the train car. Gramps started laughing. HE WAS JOKING. THANK YOU BASEDGOD. I think this might be the only time where I was happy alcohol was involved. A sober husband might not have been as friendly (read oblivious) in this situation.The grandma asked it I was okay with her hanging on to me like that, and I just shrugged it off. Now that I knew I wasn’t going to get stomped out, I didn’t see any harm in it. She kept one arm firmly around my waist with her hand just above my intergluteal cleft (#WikipediaEducated) and turned to continue talking with people on the BART.

As the train continued on, the couple kept doing the same thing: he would tease her, she would hug me, look up at me and joke to her husband that she was going to go home with this handsome/good-looking/strong (not trying to hype myself up, she actually used these adjectives) young man, and then he would say “You better not!” It was some weird game that I had become part of just by being tall and in the wrong spot at the wrong time (or depending on how you look at it, the right time spot at the right time- if older woman are your “thing”).

Although she was hanging on to me, she kept talking to her husband and granddaughter. I just listened to my music and let her do her thing. But I started to notice something: her hands were starting to slip down my back. At first I thought it was an accident, but she never raised them back up. Each time the train jolted and she grabbed onto me, her arms got lower and lower. Eventually, it got to the point where her hands were on the mid/upper region of my gluteus maximus (government name for “butt”). And of course she didn’t just place them there nicely. She was slowly moving them up and down.

GRAMPS WAS RUBBING ON MY BOOTY. IN FRONT OF HER DRUNK HUSBAND. 

*Cue R. Kelly*

I can’t say I’ve been hit on very many times in my life, but I was pretty sure that this woman was copping a feel on this BART. But of no course, no one could tell because it was too crowded. When I looked down to her, she simply smiled back as if nothing was wrong. That awkwardness that arose from the first time she hugged me resurfaced and I starting hearing WorldStar chants in the back of my head. She was doing this while still talking to her husband and her granddaughter. Y’all women are bold.

What was normally a quick ride home had turned into the longest train ride ever- I needed to get off the train A$AP Rocky. The grandma then asked me, “What stop are you getting off at, hun?” When I told her, she responded disappointedly, “Well darn, that’s one stop before ours. Are you sure you can’t stay on a little longer?”

(Disclaimer: I don’t remember if that was exactly what she said, but it was something very similar. By that point I was so nervous that it was in one ear and out the other. She could have asked me to come over and rub her bunions for all I know.)

Shortly after, the train got to my stop. I told her I had to go, and she gave me one one final hug. I wished her a good day and left. I didn’t even look at the husband. I got my butt off that train and walked straight home. When I got home, I reflected on what had transpired and just laughed. I may have missed out on my WorldStar moment, but I’ll get there one day. I did get hit on by a decent-looking (don’t judge) grandmother, in front of her drunk husband, and lived to tell about it.

After all, there’s been worse BART rides.

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Shoe: Nike Flyknit Free 4.0

Color: White/Black/Volt

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“Every Damn Day”

“Every Damn Day”. That’s one of the slogans Nike puts on its graphic tees. That and many more, such as “Suck My Swoosh”, “My Better is Better Than Your Better” and other often cheesy, sometimes suggestive phrases. You probably look at these and wonder why Nike would make such cliché apparel. No one refers to themselves as being “Legendary Status” (a Nike shirt I have, guilty). Most people don’t want to promote their skills by saying “Believe The Hype” (I have this shirt in navy blue and red, in case you’re wondering). Some of the shirts can be a bit humorous, or maybe just look nice with those new Jordans you just got, but “Every Damn Day?” Let’s be real- no one does something every day or lives their life according to that motto, so why do we buy it?

I think the better question is why would Nike put it on a t-shirt when it’s better fit for the ending of the next Rocky movie? Well, my good friend reminded me of why we really buy them.

After playing basketball for 2 hours last night, he dropped me off and said he was going home to work out. I assumed I had heard him incorrectly because it was 11 o’clock at night, he had work the next morning and he had told me he was sore from working out the previous day after going to the gym to shoot. He’s always been active, but never the type to go play a sport and then do an additional workout afterward. Especially now that he has a family, a full-time job and is finishing up online classes so he can graduate soon aka #BALLISNOTLIFEANYMORE. He’s constantly busy so sometimes it’s not the easiest to fit in basketball or working out into his schedule. When he said it, I looked at him in disbelief, knowing how tired I was (having 20 year-old legs is surprisingly and sadly different than having teenage legs *sigh*), and couldn’t utter anything but “Good luck with that, man,” But then he said some of the simplest words that inspired this post:

“If I don’t do it every day, then I know I‘m not going to do it.”

"Every day”, as if he was wearing the shirt himself. And he wasn’t saying it to try and impress me, he really meant it. We don’t buy the shirts just because they’re cool, or because they match that outfit we have. “I don’t think many people would buy a Nike shirt that said “I’m The Shit” just to match their shoes- unless the kids say that’s what’s “hot in the streets”). Nike makes them because these slogans represent the things we strive for but are too lazy to actually follow through with. So, we buy them them because the shirts are often a depiction of the things we want to say, do, and achieve. They’re the hard things in life that we see others do and think, “Well, I can do that” but end up falling asleep on the couch while planning on how we’ll do it next week.

I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed in myself. Like him, I want to get in better shape and have been making little efforts to work out here and there but it is very sporadic. There is no schedule to my workouts so I do them when I “have time”. If I’m tired, hungry, or just not all that motivated, you can definitely forget it. But yet, I still get mad at myself for not being in the shape I want to be in as if just thinking about working out will just magically get me biceps, a 6-pick, and some actual muscle on my chicken legs.

I used to look at all those Instagram models (which is a thing now, apparently) and scoff at how they'd show off their bodies in their posts. Scantily clad girls showing off their butts while birdwatching with a quote that doesn’t have to do with anything, at all, and dudes that just happen to have theirs shirts off while studying for class, cooking dinner, and buying Axe at the supermarket. (Ok bro, I get it).

But the more I saw it, the more I thought about if it was really them being obnoxious or me just being jealous. After all, it seems like these people are in the gym every day so why can’t they show off what they’ve worked for?

People post statuses about what college they’re going to attend, which is a culmination of all the hard work they put into their studies each day. Couples share engagement pictures, a representation of the tireless effort they’ve put into their relationships every morning, afternoon, and night. Friends Snapchat the new car they just got because of the smart spending habits that they practice all the time, regardless of whatever sales the mall everyone else is at. We praise all of these things, yet we get jealous and spiteful towards people because they’re in the gym working their butts off to be better while we’re at home watching Netflix with Sour Patch Kids. It makes no sense.

And here was my friend, with a jam-packed schedule, making time to do something he wanted to because he knew it wouldn’t happen otherwise. What’s my excuse? After all, my part-time schedule gives me much more free time than him. Time that is mostly spent scouring eBay for shoe deals or watching another episode of Bob’s Burgers (which is surprisingly entertaining thus far). If I used my time better, I would probably survive without watching another Pitbull music video on YouTube. So, I’ve decided that I also need to carry the same mindset as my friend- find time every day.

And it’s not just about working out, but about life as a whole. I told myself I would blog more (see here, here, and oh yeah...here too), so I’m sitting here at 4 in the morning writing this because if I don’t do it tonight, who knows if I’ll do it tomorrow. I plan to start working out tomorrow because if I don’t make time for it now, who’s to say I’ll make it time for it when I have full-time job?

It’s an approach to life that we should all try to adopt. You shouldn’t expect to be perfect and work out every single day from now on. After all, your limbs will eventually fall off that probably would make it hard to play with your future offspring (and for those of you that have worked retail and know that little kids are the devil, you’ll still need your limbs for other stuff- like making cakes and flipping through Netflix movies). No, you’re not going to lose 20 pounds after one workout at the gym (although sometimes you feel incredibly in-shape/sexy/beastly after that workout) but coming back the next day is one positive step towards your goal. And no, you’re not going to get your dream job just by filling out one application, but you could be setting yourself up to work for your dream company. Whatever it is, just make a commitment to yourself that you’re going to make time for the things that really matter to you, no matter how big the obstacles in front of you seem. After all: Rome wasn’t built in a day. As nauseating and fake as that might seem, it’s true. Take time throughout the day to work on yourself and hone your craft.

To be blunt, habits suck. Bad habits seem to form overnight while the good ones seem to take light-years to perfect. Trust me, it’s something everyone struggles with on a daily basis. But the good habits are worth the pain, effort, and sacrifice as you reach your goals. You may never be Arnold Schwarzenegger (because he’s extremely tan and has an awesome accent), but if you continue to work, who knows- maybe one day, you can finally show people those abs that you’ve been talking about for all these years that were just hiding under your gut.

Every. Damn. Day.

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Create.

Create (verb): bring something into existence

Such a simple definition for a word filled with infinite possibilities. We take for granted the fact that we have freedom to make whatever we want. If you want to write poetry, you can write a poem. You want to sing? YouTube covers are pretty popular. You want to express your opinions? Go make a blog. The opportunity is there, if you want it.

But let me guess, you're "too busy"? Work is stressing you out? School is weighing you down? "There's just not enough time in the day."

Trust me, I completely get it. That's the way I've been for the past 23 years of my life. I had been in school for 18 years and I told myself that once I graduated, I would have time to do all the things I wanted to. I would finally get back in shape. I would finally commit to my blog full time. I'd catch up with all the friends who had been lost to classes, all-nighters, projects, and "life". Then I started working a part time job that involved me being on my feet for 8 hours a day and I was just too tired. So when I have a day off, shouldn't I be allowed to just sit on the couch all day?

Sure. We all need some down to rest, refuel, refresh. Evaluate what's been going on in our lives and plan for the future. It's a necessary part of life. But, what might you be missing out on because you're too busy to access that artistic itch you've had in the back of your mind?

During a recent conversation with a friend, he asked me when we were going to connect to which I had to explain that I've been meaning to contact him. But I hadn't because I had plans that I needed to get on paper and sketches I needed to complete. I had a plethora of ideas to finish, but I had just been to busy. What that really meant was that I had justified my laziness and lack of initiative by saying that I didn't have time.

But you know what- I'm writing this on my day off, after watching a couple episodes of a TV show on Netflix, followed by some NBA 2K15, followed by some more Netflix.

No time, huh?

With that being said, I've taken a new approach into 2015:

Make time for the things you have to do, the things you should be doing, and the things you want to be doing.

So I challenge you to create something.

Write. Paint. Sing. Compose. Draw. Sketch. Dance. Blog.

Whatever it is, just do something. You don't know what hidden talents you might be missing out on because you "have no time."

Make the time.

Create.

After all, not all of us can get paid to watch Netflix.

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Fear kills more dreams than failure ever will.

Unknown

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1 Day Until (NBA) Christmas

One day.

That's all that separates us from the opening night of the 2014-2015 NBA season.

One day until we see if Derrick Rose can still be Derrick Rose

One day until a season of Kobe faces and possibly lots of this.

One day until the Chandler Parsons' Modeling Agency and Jabari Parker's Book of Mormon began their campaigns to greatness. (Those are the name of my fantasy basketball teams, and yes- I'm very proud of my creativity).

One day until Lob City (The Chris Paul to Blake Griffin and Deandre Jordan connection).

One day until J.R. Smith trying to not be selfish (once again, sorry Knicks fans).

And one day until probably my favorite part of the NBA Season:

EJ, Kenny, Chuck, and Shaq.

Just watch.

NBA, oh how I've missed you. Tomorrow, we reunite.

One love.

Countdown to (NBA) Christmas:

Yesterday's- 2 Days Until (NBA) Christmas

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2 Days Until (NBA) Christmas

Spike Lee is upset.

Why you ask? Because the return of the NBA season means another emotional year for the fans of the New York Knickerbockers (also known as the "Knicks", if you want to be hip).

New York Knicks fans are a spirited bunch, very prominent at NBA drafts, and have experienced quite a drama filled history (the Patrick Ewing era, Sprewell, LJ's 4-point play, D'Antoni, Mike Brown, Linsanity, trading for Carmelo Anthony, etc). As you can see, they've been through a lot.

But with Melo being one of the best scorers in past decade, maybe another championship is on the way soon? After all, New Yorkers have been waiting since '73. Plus, who wouldn't root for someone who loses so gracefully in video games?

Well, apparently Munch isn't rooting for him, but he's just a hater.

Knickstape Out.

Countdown to (NBA) Christmas:

Yesterday's- 3 Days of NBA Christmas

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3 Days Until (NBA) Christmas

There's only 3 more days until the return of the 2014 NBA Champion San Antonio Spurs, which is very exciting. Why?

1. Gregg Popovich is an amazing coach and even better fake Twitter account.

Hired Becky Hamon, already the 7th best coach in the league. Deal with it.

— Gregory Popovich (@FakeCoachPop)

August 5, 2014

2. Tim Duncan is arguably the best power forward ever, and he never fouls anyone.

(Image via Got 'Em Coach)

3. Manu Ginobili's hair.

4. Kawhi Leonard is a young, budding star who has HUGE HANDS.

5. And did I mention Coach Pop?

(Image via Got 'Em Coach)

So as you can see, there are many reasons to be looking forward to the return of those old guys from Texas. Choose yours.

*Sheds tear*

Countdown to (NBA) Christmas:

Yesterday's- 4 Days Until (NBA) Christmas

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4 Days Until (NBA) Christmas

There's only 4 more days until the official start of the NBA season.

ONLY 4 MORE DAYS. That's less time than it takes to assemble an iPad.

So if you can just wait it out a few more days, then you'll be that much closer to stories about Swaggy P's off the court court shenanigans.

And of course his on the court shenanigans.

I just hope the Black Mamba doesn't murder him.

You'll be in my prayers Lakers fans. 

Stay Swaggy, P.

Countdown to (NBA) Christmas:

Yesterday's- 5 Days Until (NBA) Christmas

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5 Days Until (NBA) Christmas

Technically speaking, this should have been posted yesterday, so I apologize. But life goes on. And because I know how heart-breaking missing out on day 3 was, you get an even better present: 2 VIDEOS!!!!!

If you didn't get to see this live, I apologize. This was one of the best moments of All-Star weekend last season. I mean, how many other times do you see back-to-back-to-back-to-back 3-pointers in a game? After all, Dion Waiters is part of the (self-proclaimed) best backcourt in the league.

Longer version here. (The fun starts at 2:53)

Speaking of 4 straight 3-pointers...

Heal up quickly KD. Fans everywhere want to see you and more of this in NBA games ASAP. And please, pretty please- resolve your feud with Lil B. You can't afford any more injuries. He's watching.

Countdown to (NBA) Christmas:

Yesterday's- 6 Days Until (NBA) Christmas

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6 Days Until (NBA) Christmas

Sólo 6 dîas más hasta el inicio de la temporada de la NBA.

(Bet you didn't know your boi was bilingual huh?)

For those of you that don't speak S-pan-yol, that says "Only 6 days until the start of the NBA season." Or at least that's what Google's translator told me.

Anyway, I'm bringing you a basketball video every day until the season starts to wet your palettes for next Tuesday.

 Tenga cuidado de sus tobillos.

Yesterday's- 7 Days Until (NBA) Christmas

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Countdown to Christmas

One week left. 7 days.

For those of you that are confused- no I'm not talking about normal green and red, Santa and elves, singing Rudolph the Reindeer, gift giving, last minute shopping, spiked eggnog, seeing your "favorite" in-laws, celebrating Jesus but not really because your kids just care about the presents Christmas.

That's not until December 25th.

What I'm talking about is much more important (just kidding God...). Tuesday, October 28th, which marks the unwrapping of a great, 82-game long, yearly gift: the 2014-2015 NBA season.

Don't get me wrong, I love sports. I'm enjoying the baseball playoffs right now. I know everyone is pumped (or pulling out their hair) because of their fantasy football team. And hockey is going on as well (although it every time I check, the NHL is going on because of what seems like a 2 week off-season). So most sports fans are happy right now.

But basketball will always be my first love. And in 7 days, I will be reacquainted with mi amor. (And I'll start seeing how many of my fantasy picks will I regret).

This season has so many questions:

Is Jabari Parker as good as advertised?

Are any of the other rookies better than we think?

Can the Spurs pull it together for one last hurrah?

What will happen with the new big three in Cleveland?

How many times will Chandler Parsons be spotted in Dallas clubs?

Will Lance Stephenson release a mixtape?

Will Joel Embiid ever get a date with Rihanna?

Only time can tell. But until then, join me in celebrating the upcoming start of the NBA season with one basketball video each day until next Tuesday.

The basketball gods are shining down on all us.

(I'm just joking with you too, Jesus).

Days Until (NBA) Christmas:

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