It’s finally happening. At the ripe age of 24, I’m becoming a grumpy old man. It started years ago, I guess, but really came to fruition this summer as I screamed to my television like I just caught it cheating on me with the mailman:
You’re going to join three other superstars? In my day, Jordan, Barkley, Magic and Bird would never have wanted to group up. That’s when athletes were athletes. This generation doesn’t know anything about the ’80s!
Granted, being alive in the Jordan era has forever cemented people around my age as the “Ho-Hum” generation, thoroughly unimpressed with pretty much anything else that happens in sports. But look around. It’s getting worse. Read the rest of this entry »
Ed Lover’s back with Part 14 in his C’mon Son series, brought to you in part by King Uncaged & Nike Dri-Fit Short-Sleeve Mock Turtlenecks. It’s been about six months since part seven surfaced and your guess is good as mine as to where the other seven episodes are. In reality, I don’t even care because much like Skillz’s Hip-Hop Confessions, these pop-up so infrequently that each one is almost like watching for the first time. That works just fine for me.
LeBron pulls double duty with his pending free agency & Delonte/Gloria triangle, Kobe’s infamous photoshoot, Elin makes her introduction to the show & a slew of other people get their just deserts over the nine minute clip. Yep, nine minutes. And with Ed Lover being in rare form throughout, this is well worth your time spent watching.
A few weeks ago, Jim Carrey was criticized for saying Tiger’s wife Elin was a “willing participant” in their whole messy situation. I’ve been thinking the same thing–the idea that Elin had to know–for some time now. She probably didn’t know the entire gist of what was going on while Tiger was in the “sand traps,” I’ll admit that. Still, believing she was completely oblivious to Eldrick’s “transgressions” is crazy. Downright stupid, even. Read the rest of this entry »
We all miss Outkast and their work. It won’t ever be repeated. Their level of excellence is above comparison. That doesn’t mean that I can’t see something special in a new talent that brings similar values to the table. While I miss ‘Kast, I’m not going to ignore the potential classic that Bobby’s about to to release. Read the rest of this entry »
It couldn’t have played out any better. One of golf’s top players returns to form on one of its biggest stages after a year of personal issues weighed heavily on his game. Charging up the leaderboard over the weekend with a flurry of eagles & birdies, to the adoration of a roaring crowd. Insert Phil Mickelson for Tiger Woods and then you’ve got that story.
Lets be honest though, if this wasn’t Tiger’s coming home party we probably wouldn’t even be talking about this here. And for his first tournament since last November, Tiger played surprisingly well after the long layoff. In contention for the win yesterday, what did him in was a lack of rhythm in his swing that only playing with regularity will fix and uncharacteristic flashes of loss in composure that could either be from the ball not being in his total command or the weight of the weekend.
But Tiger didn’t give away the tournament (it was never his), it was up for grabs & Phil Mickelson seized the opportunity. With a bogey free final round, he was at his best when it mattered the most. In what will go down as his signature shot of the final round, he smoked a shot on the 13th hole from between two trees off pine straw and laid it up on the green. When the logical shot would’ve been to play it safe and try to save par, he went for it. Narrowly missed on an eagle & ending up with a birdie. After that, along with a string of bogeys by Tiger, the tournament was his.
And in the end the real winner was CBS. Tiger remained in contention all the way through to keep ratings up & Phil’s win allowed the network to play up the devoted family man storyline.
A society without satire & a sense of humor is a sad sad state. It’s that bit of edge that helps us all keep from taking ourselves too seriously. It’s what we missed during Aaron McGruder’s (and “The Boondocks”) sabbatical. That sharp sense & ability to take entities to task, calling them on their bs actions. But as they’re set to return to TV screens come early May, they’re sharpening their swords by providing their witty critique to Nike’s eery “ghost of Earl Woods” commercial as their target. Read the rest of this entry »
Nike always knows how to turn lemons into lemonade. They turned Kobe and LeBron not meeting in the finals last year into delicious freshly squeezed hilarity (and moolah).
This, though, is like turning lemons into a nice cup of awkward punch on a warm summer’s morrow. First of all, it’s downright creepy. Tiger’s dad is speaking from the dead while Captain Faithful stands there for a Spike Lee-esque close-up. The whole thing makes me uncomfortable. Read the rest of this entry »
Having trouble finding the hole on the main courses? Is the balance in your swing a little wobbly? If Tiger can get his way back to the tee, than so can you–with Libigrow. For $5 a shot, you’ll be macking the mistresses in The Masters just like you have a green jacket of your own. And just to be on the safe side, let’s have a look at the ingredients shall we. Read the rest of this entry »
When it was announced Tiger’s goods were all up in the entire female race, most media outlets discussed whether or not the Blasian Sensation would get sponsor dropped. Many cited his long-standing earning-power as reason enough to keep him and simply put the one-man conglomerate on the back-burner. (“The Kobe,” I believe it’s called.) However, others said there was no way reputable companies like Nike and Gatorade could keep the soft-spoken, sex-addict on board. Read the rest of this entry »