It's finally over, now onto real sports

Phillies are World Series champs. Good for them. They aren’t the Yankees or the Dodgers, so I don’t really care. And if this is news to you, than that must mean you don’t care either. But when someone asks about baseball, you can feign interest by mentioning this tidbit. Oh yea, say somethin about how crazy it got rain delayed twice. And mention Phillies really dominating and basically sweepin the Rays. That will make it look like you care. I know I have one reader that likes baseball, and they will prolly post a comment. A mean one. I don't care, it's my blog and I'll cry if I want to...I mean, not cry. Or maybe I will cry, but good tears. Not the bad ones...lmao.

Starbury

Another thing that confused me was this classic Stephon Marbury clip:



Was he drunk? Talkin bout that “shiny stuff”, was he sniffin that “whitey stuff” in the backroom? “I don’t shoot to win, I shoot to win”? So insightful. “I can’t give it to the kids if they don’t have it”? Is this nigga studyin to be a Zen master? Lol. Then his wife tried to call him and tell him to shut the fuck up but it was too late. This muthafucka starts rambling about kissin his sister and feelin her body and not cryin because “you only cry when bad stuff happens”. Is this nigga 4 years old?