Between the seasons (oooh, baby, baby....)
Facebook is a helluva drug...
O.K., a bit of a review for those who are unfamiliar with my roommate annoyances. My roommate is of all things an athlete for one of our campus teams (the sport will be witheld to protect the innocent), and aside from the constant repeat of simpleton-ass rap mixtapes, groupie traffic also irks me the rare times I actually am in the apartment for more than an hour at a time. But this one chick (who also shall remain nameless) took it to the extreme. She hit me up on Facebook to ask me where my roommate was.
Now, I could be a skosh irrational...but what is the purpose of sending me a message if you're just a J-O for someone else? I am not my annoying roommate's keeper, nor do I care to be his appointment book. Handle that on your own, missy.
Granted, one cool thing to come out of the Face is catching up with some high school folks, and gaining new readers for the Post Game Show. Mike Knight, a recent DSU grad, who along with the voice of DSU athletics Ralph Wesley had the funniest DSU-TV show I've ever seen, stopped through to give me props on my blog, and is starting one on his own. Thanks again for the props Mike, when you get yours started, let me know so I can add you to my links section.
Bruce Bruce the quarterback?
Now granted, Grambling State QB Bruce Eugene is not the same size as the comedian Bruce Bruce, but he isn't exactly your svelte, prototypical signal caller. Eugene, generously listed at 6'2 and going about two-siddy (260), fired six TD passes in the Tigers' 50-35 Bayou Classic win over Southern in Houston last Saturday.
While he's built more like Warren Sapp than Warren Moon, one thing you can't deny about Bruce is that he has an NFL arm. Period. Not to mention some mobility, which is a must for quarterbacks, (black, white or whatever) these days.
His lack of height and obvious heft might hinder him in the draft process, but I'd rather have the Biggie Smalls of the backfield than some whiny, no-account loser like Ryan Leaf as my offensive leader. Let's hope NFL Draft icon Mel Kiper, Jr. big-ups Bruce like he did for Hampton's Jerome Mathis last year, who is wrecking shop as a return specialist for the sorry Houston Texans.
Darling Nikki, and the power it holds
As someone who respects, admires, and pumps the old school of Black music, I'm fairly late on the "Darling Nikki" bandwagon. For those who have no clue what I'm talking about, "Darling Nikki" is Prince's tale of one-night debauchery off the wildly successful "Purple Rain" soundtrack, accompanying The Purple One's 1984 semi-autobiographical flick of the same name. Prince meets this lovely lass named Nikki who is indulging in *ahem* self-love in a hotel lobby with a mag, and asks him if he wants to spend a little time with her. Now how he was able to even say yes is beyond me.
Same scenario different character: Chris Stevens, an unassuming, sort of neurotic sportswriter accosted by a fine woman killing a couple of kittens and wants to replace her hand with, well...me. Me: *insert loud THUD of me fainting here*
Aside from the actual storytelling, this is Prince at his funk & rock fusion best with the Revolution providing the instrumentation, and it's a pretty cool song. Just thought I'd let y'all know that I wish Prince wasn't all Jehovah'd out so he could perform this with Beyonce, Nona Gaye, or Rosario Dawson on stage. Hel...lo.
A quick random thoughts finale
My co-worker's longtime friend is mad fine. She needs a journalist in her life, not an athlete.
DSU needs its own version of VH1's Best Week Ever. The stuff that goes on at this school could be TV show material forever and a day.
Def Jam artist Ne-Yo's new song, "So Sick" drives me up the wall. I love it, but at the same time it makes me sad. He says it best, "Why Can't I turn off the radio?" That's how I feel everytime I listen to it. Sounds like Hova's got himself another R&B winner.
The Sixers need to stop bs-ing and put the Atlantic Division in their back pocket. New Jersey doesn't play any D, Boston's too young, and the Knicks and Raptors suck.
The Indianapolis Colts will go 19-0 and win the Super Bowl. Yeah, I'm saying it. More detailed post as to why to come in the near future.
Women are great liars. I'll leave it at that.
Want to know if the Thanksgiving food you ate was good or not? If you still have "The Itis" and it's Monday night, you've had some good eatin'.
Finally, I'm glad the semester only has three weeks left to run. I've earned the right to sit on my behind for a month and enjoy the Holidays with my family. I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving and is getting their holiday shopping done peacefully.