Waves batter a harbor wall in in Porthcawl, Wales, on Nov. 22. Gales and heavy rain swept across the United Kingdom, causing flooding that cut off villages and towns in England.
Floodwaters engulfed northern England following the heaviest rainfall ever recorded in Britain. Many were left homelss and without food. What surprises me is the fact that their government was prompt in saving those in need. Wow, who would have thought that was possible in today’s world?
Guys always complain about how it’s almost impossible for them to approach a female when she’s with her “entourage”, guys make it almost impossible, actually, IMPOSSIBLE for a girl to go anywhere without her “entourage”. Don’t get me wrong, some girls do tend to go EVERYWHERE with at least 4 or 5 girls, and THAT can be intimidating. But there’s nothing wrong with having a friend accompany you somewhere. It’s almost a necessity.
There's nothing wrong with having a friend accompany you somewhere. It's almost a necessity.
As a female, when you go somewhere alone, you can almost bet on being approached. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being approached, I that’s how you meet people. But the unaccompanied female is also the MAIN target for losers. For every 1 “Average Joe” that approaches her, there are 3 losers that will approach her.
For this purpose, a loser can be defined as, someone who has creeper tendencies, someone who is not doing anything constructive with their life, basically someone that NO ONE is interested in any kind of way.
Like most men, the loser does not approach when she is in a group. He might be bold enough to approach when she’s with just one of girls. But he most definitely is going to approach when she’s alone. She doesn’t even have to be alone for long, just a quick separation from her friend at a party is enough time for the loser to strike. And once you’re trapped by the loser, there’s no turning back. And I know you don’t have to give your number to everyone that asks for it, however, the loser uses methods to make it hard for her not to give him her number. This is better explained by examples:
He had been watching her from the time she walked in and he had followed her through the party, hoping to get a moment ALONE to talk to her.
Loser Incident #1:
Rachel and Betsy go to a party. After being there for a while Rachel realizes a loser lurking around. We’ll call him, Brown-shirt. Well Brown-shirt seems to be following her every move. Betsy and Rachel decide to walk around and see who else it at the party. As soon as Betsy and Rachel get split up for .05 seconds, Rachel gets a tap on her shoulder, Brown-shirt has finally found his way over to her. And it all goes downhill form here. 1st question he asks, “why are you standing over here all alone?” He knows she’s not really alone, but he’s trying to make it up in his mind that she is alone. Then he proceeds to ask the usual, you know, what’s your name? where are you from? stuff like that. Although he seemed like a loser when Rachel 1st spotted him out lurking around the party following her every move, he actually seemed to be pretty nice. So when he asked if he could call her sometime, Rachel didn’t mind giving him her number. But the he couldn’t just get her number and walk off, he then proceeded to tell her that he had been watching her from the time she walked in and he had followed her through the party, hoping to get a moment ALONE to talk to her. So he’s a creeper and a loser. After having her number for approximately one minute, he begins to text her. Things like: What’s your major? What year are you? What made you come to UA? How was your day? DUDE, you just got her number….AT A PARTY. Clearly, she’s still at the party, could these questions not wait until the next day? Geeze! The text continue all night, and even after she stops texting back…he continues to text her. Rachel should have never been separated from Betsy…smh.
"Well let me tell you like this, lil shawty. School isn't for everybody."
Loser Incident #2:
Rachel decides to take an impromptu trip to the mall and do a little retail therapy. She didn’t really think she needed a companion because it was such a last-minute idea, and she didn’t really want to have to find somebody to go with her and then wait on them to meet up. I mean, she would be alright going to mall by herself, right? WRONG! After only being in the mall, she realizes that there is a multitude of losers hanging out there. But trying to ignore that fact, she still continued to shop, alone. Her trip was successful…until she had to walk to the car. In the parking lot she is approached by a Trick Daddy-looking young man/loser, we’ll call him, Trick Daddy. Trick Daddy asked to walk her to her car, she said she would be fine, the car wasn’t that far. He insisted on walking her, because it wasn’t safe for her to be out there ALONE. So nervously she walks to the car, trying to ignore him and his presence with hopes that he will not continue to follow her. He goes through the basics: name, age, school. Then he proceeds to tell her after she asks what school he goes to, “Well let me tell you like this, lil shawty. School isn’t for everybody. Why I need to go to school, if I can make stacks without even graduating from high school. You give me your number, I’ll have all the hoes jealous of you. Cause I’ma make sure you always looking fly.” WTF? The only way Rachel could respond was, “HUH???” By this time Rachel was getting in her car, she thanked him and attempted to get away before he could get her number. Unfortunately the loser asked again before she could even try to shut her door. He actually begged a little bit. So Rachel decides that she would give him the wrong number…but he must have been reading her mind, because he then tells her, “And don’t give me the wrong number. I’m gonna call it to make sure it’s the right one before I let you shut this door.” UGGGGGHHHHHH….so now she’s going to have to give him her number if she ever wants to leave. She should have never went to the mall alone…smh.
I understand that NOT every guy is like these losers. However, as females we must take precautions when going out to avoid these losers. And main precaution is to NEVER go anywhere ALONE. So guys, the next time you want to talk about females and their ever-present entourage, don’t blame females, blame the losers that make us this way.
dueces.
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Alabama is the only state in the country that allows standardless judicial override: Alabama judges can, and frequently do, reject jury verdicts for life without parole and impose the death penalty. New research from EJI shows that more than 80 people have been sentenced to death by judges even though their juries decided that death was not the appropriate punishment. Fueled by “tough on crime” rhetoric in partisan judicial elections, judicial override in Alabama is on the rise. In 2006, 30% of new death sentences were imposed by judges who rejected jury verdicts for life without parole.
Alabama is the only state that gives a trial judge unrestricted authority to overrule the jury’s sentencing decision. Florida and Delaware permit judicial override only in restricted circumstances.
Racially discriminatory practices by Alabama prosecutors, including the elimination of African American jurors because they appeared to be of “low intelligence,” were examined by the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Eleventh Circuit in Atlanta, Georgia, in oral argument on October 20, 2008. Bryan Stevenson argued on behalf of Earl McGahee, who was tried by an all-white jury in a majority-black county after the State excluded every African American from jury service.
Mr. McGahee, who is African American, was tried for capital murder in Dallas County, Alabama, in 1986, when the county was over 55% African American. During jury selection, the Dallas County prosecutor eliminated all of the African Americans. After striking eight potential African American jurors for legal cause, the prosecutor used his peremptory challenges to eliminate all 16 of the remaining potential African American jurors.
This practice resulted in Mr. McGahee being tried by an all-white jury in a county that was over 55% African American, and it violated Batson v. Kentucky, 476 U.S. 79 (1986), which prohibits exclusion of potential jurors based on their race, and the Equal Protection Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment of the U.S. Constitution.
The prosecutor asserted that he removed six of the potential jurors because of their alleged “low intelligence.” This assertion had no support in the record and came from a prosecutor whose office has repeatedly engaged in illegal racial discrimination during jury selection. The prosecutor did not ask these six jurors any questions about their educational backgrounds, grades, or IQ, but claimed to rely on the recommendation of an unidentified volunteer expert, supposedly in the “field concerning determination of jurors with reference to intelligence level,” who had little opportunity to observe these jurors.
The reasons the prosecutor gave for many of the other African American jurors he eliminated were contradicted in the record and were equally applicable to white potential jurors who served on Mr. McGahee’s jury. The prosecutor explained that he removed the final African American juror because he did not want him to be the only black person on the jury.
Mr. McGahee appealed these issues to the Alabama state courts, which did not address the racially discriminatory history of this prosecutor and his office or the prosecutor’s explicit reliance on race and the purported “low intelligence” of potential African American jurors as a basis for removal from jury service. The federal district court found that parts of this claim were procedurally defaulted and erroneously refused to address them.
Meet Bryan Stevenson the greatest lawyer in America today.
Charlie P.
Some time ago, I was pulled away from the comfort of my living room to go shopping with my lady friend. Never before that moment had I ever realized how much I loathed going shopping with her. It’s not that i don’t like to go shopping, on my own -without being drug into bath and body works, but perhaps the thought of having to be there is what really fucks with me. If you were not already aware of this, when you go shopping with a woman, especially if you’re dating her, you’re basically there at a domestic capacity.
“Hold this” – you have no choice
“Let’s go in here” – more torture
“Kiesha has a pair of those” – act like you know who Kiesha is and that you care, or else.
“See if they have this in black” – Of course, just let me put on my hat that reads “Guy who asks dumbass questions” across the front of it first.
How the salesclerk see me after I'm forced to ask her if they have a shoe that isn't out there on display.
The mother of all questions I really don’t want to have to answer. Honestly, I think that she’s beautiful without the clothes, earrings, bracelets, makeup, and the whole 9 yards. I’m, also, not really into fashion. But, contrary to what I’d initially hoped, these two things worked ferociously against me. I’m still left without an answer to her question and, because we were dating, I needed to find one…..and fast. Would I go the honest route and tell her that I didn’t care at all? The bullshitting dishonest route and tell her that I think everything looks good on her? I could act like I didn’t hear her to buy a little more time. All I managed to fumble out was a plain old “looks good” and I’m happy with the results. Earned myself a kiss and a promise that we’d be leaving soon. (it was probably out of pity)
I used to work at Jcpenny in the shoe deptartment. I’ve seen way to many guys try and sneak away from the innane questions/request to find the ultimate department store haven.
The Man Chair Section.
A man chair is the chair that men sit in while their partner is shopping for long periods of time. They can be found in almost any clothing or shoe store. What can we, as men, do while our girlfriends/wives are shopping?
We can sit in a man chair. Perfect for falling asleep, twiddling thumbs, or text messaging.
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Charlie P.
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A man works at an aluminum factory in Dhaka, Bangladesh, Nov. 16. About 45 workers are employed at the factory and most of them work for 12 hours a day. The daily wage is about $1.70 for men and $1.40 for women.
I really like this photo becasue it embodies struggle. But I have always had the idea that struggle is the one constant on this earth that is always right. Next time you complain about how bad you got it here in America think about this guy (who kinda looks like Sylvester Stallone) and know that you could have it worse.
Two Fingers
I.E. – “Yo that dude is a crab, always havin’ his hand out and shit“
2.)Person who steals weed from others, often friends.
3.)Gay motherfucker that mooches off everybody’s weed and pitches 5$ every week or so. Basically is the biggest jew to his friends.
I.E. – Okay fellas time to throwdown your cash: Jontavius-$20 Garret-$20 Crab-$5 (see the jewness?)
see also GayMac, chebba hawk, or grumpkinSince I’ve been in Tuscaloosa, I’ve noticed some behavioral trends that kinda fuck with me. Like how some people, when walking on the same sidewalk as you in the opposite direction, will look at everything possible to avoid making eye contact with you so as to avoid an awkward moment only to get 2 feet in front of you to say “Hi” abruptly.
That only makes shit more awkward genius! I know there is nothing interesting on your phone and that tree above you has no more significance than the 30 others you just walked by. Look, there’s nothing wrong or difficult about looking at someone as you approach them, smiling, and saying hello. But of course, Only here in this 205 zip code is this simple everyday thing made into fucking rocket science.
Or the recent infestation of Tuscaloosa by Nicki Minaj and Beyonce Knowles emulators who think they’re finer than the really are.
They actually think that this make believe diva status that they’ve concocted in their heads will somehow excuse they’re bad attitudes, buffoonery, or lack of capital. -This is a DICK MOVE! Go read the SAFER LIVING GUIDE for an explanation of why.
I just so happen to have run into a person who has managed to encompass both of these pet peeves in one lifetime……..The other day I was getting ready to “get on the elevator” with a few associates of mine and one of the said associates decided to bring one of his lady friends along for the ride with us. It was all good, I mean, I’m not against “going up” with a female at all. (Shit It’s almost always cool to “go up” with someone you’re dating) That wasn’t the case this time though. Apparently, somebody told Shrek Fiona that she looked like Cameron Diaz in real life because this dragon tried to scoot by on the ante with her fantasized attractiveness.
You have to be fine in reality to get a sponge pass.
I’m sorry my lady, but it’s 2009 and just as the fucking swagg fad dies so does the disproportionate circulation of “chivalry” toward Chebba-hawking-hoes……especially if they’re fugly. Seriously though, I’m not mad at you for trying but don’t appalled when I turn around and say
“C’mon you ain’t fine enough for that.So, Pony up”
because, yes, “we are who you thought we were and, no, we won’t let you off the hook”.
I'm calling it the "Dennis Green Philosophy"
So there you have it. Don’t disrespect my ascent to the clouds by thinking that my homies and I are naive enough to let you enjoy the warmth without setting the fire.
Charlie P.Two Fingers
Ima leave you with this song. Check it out. I think it’s pretty cool.
“Perhaps home is not a place but an irrevocable condition”
-Baldwin in Giovanni’s Room-
“But then, going back home has probably always had as much if not more to do with people as with landmarks and place names and locations on maps and mileage charts anyway. Not that home is not a place, for even in its most abstract implications it is precisely the very oldest place in the world. But even so, it is somewhere you are likely to find yourself remembering your way back to far more often than it is ever possible to go by conventional transportation.”
-Albert Murray in South to a Very Old Place-
I used to be into Pokemon, Lord of the Rings, and Star Wars. (Shit, I even played Zelda on the 64) I had a sense of humor but wasn’t out to make fun of people. I loved women but was always molded to think that was a bad thing. I was compassionate and, even though I couldn’t hide it from my peers as well as I had initially hoped, I was smart. But, to my peers, these interests were hardly ever considered acceptable (let alone celebrated) for a young black male. If you weren’t athletic or a fighter you weren’t anything. This is sad because from about the 5th to 11th grade I would actually succumb to this bullshit every fucking day. But why?
Looking back, I notice that my early interests required you to posses at least one of three things that should have been encouraged but were not in my community.
-Things not to have if you were black in my community- (understanding the unspoken messages we send)
Hell no! God forbid your mind take you somewhere other than your environment. This shows weakness and femininity. Hey! Hey! They do that shit on Nick Jr. and I don’t care if you’re 7! You’ll be shunned/get your ass kicked by your peers if they see you exhibiting this inane behavior.
I mean why? It’s not like this could benefit you in any way whatsoever. It’s not gangster to read books. What’s in them anyway? Shit, I never saw lil wayne reading a book so why should I? Being caught reading automatically reading immediately indicates that you are clearly uncool. Plus, it’s nowhere nearly as fun as playing Nintendo.
What is “potential”? C’mon lets keep it real. The only way we see anyone from the hood going anywhere is with a ball in their hands.
Things I’ve heard since I’ve left home and come back over the years.
“You see Jon you done left and changed. Nigga, look at you. You dressin different, talking different, see man you’ve changed. You see, me and my boy AJ we aint changed. We still the same people, doing the same things. We still here in the hood. You’re selling out.”
“I hate the way you talk now. Why you using all those big words? “
“I know yall do it this way at Alabama, but this is how we do it here.”
“Why are you talking about God so much? Nobody want to hear that.”
“Nigga, while you up there playing a different world, im in these streetz.”
I’m way blacker than you”
There are many black folks [especially youth] debating, arguing, and even dying over a gargantuan misinterpretation about our [black folks] culture that links authenticity to geography. This misunderstanding makes one believe that if he/she is black, he/she must vow an ultimate commitment to the ghetto. The crisis lies in the fact that we delineate the ghetto as the solitary black home of the black theme which cannot be abandoned at any cost. This identification of the ghetto as the black “home” is unhelpful and very self-destructive.
Perhaps this is what my associate meant when he told me I was "selling out"
Out of this develops this “keep it real” frame of mind that castigates any exodus from an incurably limited image of black life, one that trades on stereotypes and separation anxiety, since there is an immense fear of (selling out) being severed from the fertile ground of the true black self. But to succumb to this bullshit believe in this way of thinking is to be woefully misled. Yeah sure, the splendor of a desire to remain real, hood, or authentic is altogether understandable:
To protect a black identity that has been assaulted by white supremacy through the assertion of a uniquely guarded and qualified black self, rooted in a similarly protected view of the authentic black home.
Plus there are too many blacks who have “made it” and surely forgotten “where they came from“.
But there is a huge difference between critiquing blacks who have been Aframnesia-ized* and imposing rigid views on black life of how and where blackness erupts, emerges, materializes, and comes into view. That’s how we end up with vicious mythologies and punishing unspoken bylaws: Like the validation of the black male assault on black female interests as the obligatory subordination of gender to race in the pursuit for liberation. Or that the only real black is in the ghetto, a ghetto that in the eyes of mainstream white America rarely looks like the multifaceted, problematical, and paradoxical place it truthfully is.
As a former tenant of the the bottom ghetto, I unreservedly agree with the concept that we can neither disregard its people nor abandon its social revitalization through strategic action. But you mofos should understand that it is not only a beautiful thing for one who has gotten out survived the ghetto, to carry the consecrated likeness of its enlightening dimensions in his/her heart and mind, but it’s also just as beautiful to pledge to never leave the ghetto behind even as they travel millions of miles beyond its geographical boundaries. I mean, it is, after all, a transferable proposition, a mobile metaphor, and an itinerant figure of speech.
But im fucking tired of my peers (and even some folks who may be somewhat wiser older) seizing on the most limited possible view of ghetto life and sanctifying it as the be-all and end-all of black existence. That leads to kids killing each other in the name of an authentic real ghetto masculinity that that is very little more than a pathological self-hatred. The black ghetto working class, the working poor, and the permanently poor have always been more multifarious, and more resilient, than they have ever been given credit for. We have got to avoid the trap of existential narrow-mindedness and ethnic infantilism and see our way to a robustly mature and established vision that shatters the prototype paradigm of the authentic black self and, by extension, the suitable black home.
“Tryan let these niggas know what we talkin bout man. These niggas be talkin that hood shit “(mocking) we so hood” Nigga the hood ain’t gave us nothing but sadness and cases” Earl -Conyers-
Aframnesia – The almost systematic obliteration of the dangerous memory of black suffering and racial solidarity, a gesture that is usually rewarded by white elites.
Yes, I’m in your dryer, fluffin your sheets.
if it’s blue it’s clickable.
I have come to appreciate the fact that when it comes to what the majority of African-American young adults find to be entertaining, I’m in the minority. I’d rather watch “The Wire” over “The Real Housewives of Atlanta” any day. I’ll jump at the bit to watch “Entourage” on a Sunday Afternoon over nightly showing of “For the Love of Ray J” or “They City”. (Well Honestly, I’d rather watch Wonder Pets than succumb to that bullshit)
Anyday.
C’mon folks, the prospect of Sheneneh and Wanda (characters made famous by Martin Lawrence and Jamie Foxx) reuniting for a full-length movie makes me want to go on a Tommy Vercetti-style rampage. I can’t stand “Meet the Browns.” I hated “Flavor of Love.” And while I’ve enjoyed a Tyler Perry movie or two, I can’t relate to Madea. I have a great grandmother whom all of my family knows as Madea but she doesn’t bear even the slightest resemblance to the pistol-packing, housecoat-wearing Madea that’s glorified on television. (Well perhaps the housecoat thing……sometimes)
I’m not a guy who grew up in privilege. We weren’t affluent by any stretch of the imagination. My aunts have been addicted to crack, my uncles have been alcoholics, my dad went to prison when he was 30 for something he did when he was like 19, got out at 33, and was murdered before he turned 38 leaving me and my six year old brother (who is 8 now) behind. So, it would give the impression that I know a little something about the kind of pathological circumstances that would generate a “Precious: Based on the Novel Push.” But the truth is, I don’t. The bare facts of the information I just shared speak for themselves, but if you knew the people and the situations implicated, you would know that black people often flout stereotypes, even when they are in stereotypical situations.
In the movie, as in the 1996 book “Push,” the heroine is 16-year-old Clareece “Precious” Jones, an obese, dark-skinned, New York City teenager who is being mistreated by both of her parents. Her father has impregnated her twice, and her mother, Mary, is verbally, physically and sexually abusive as well. Auspiciously, Precious is sent to an alternative school, where a teacher named Blu Rain helps her to find some love within, despite her admittedly horrendous circumstances.
All of the above has its importance. To the many women who, like Precious, have been marginalized, abused, degraded, disrespected and otherwise wounded and hurt by caretakers and family members, this film may grant a therapeutic experience. And the film resonates not just with black women, but the many victims of abuse across all racial and economic backgrounds. That’s part of the reason (yeah probably a very small part) why Oprah Winfrey and Tyler Perry, both of whom have acknowledged past abuse, embraced “Precious” and helped African-American director Lee Daniels get it done.
The fact that a woman like Precious, often ignored and scorned by society at large, is even a topic of dialogue is itself a win. African-American women who look that way are not often the topic of any discussion that is not either paternalistic or condescending. To see Gabourey Sibide, who herself belies the role she plays in “Precious” in real-life, is to see a young woman who exudes confidence and joy. Her precise diction and confidence in herself and her size – to the point that she came out dancing exuberantly during her recent “Ellen” appearance – refutes the idea that a big, black woman has to be obnoxious, loud, or ignorant. (Which is an unambiguous step up from what I see black women emulate on a daily basis.)
I know a fitness trainer who is appalled by the idea that there is any black woman comfortable being oversized. Of course, without them, he wouldn’t have a job, but I’ve seen photos on his site that have practically invited posters to ridicule overweight black women. I think a movie like this can help people become more sympathetic to their situations.
But I won’t be seeing the movie. Fuck that.
I just don’t want to see two hours of cinematic pain and suffering. I really don’t want to see anyone being repeatedly raped, or suffering the kind of abuse that Mary Jones dishes out repeatedly on her daughter. Just seeing Mary Jones, played Mo’Nique who is doing a very good job of being mean as fuck on camera, cursing her daughter in the movie’s trailer left me kinda fucked with.
And I do have issue with the choice of Paula Patton to play the movie’s life-altering teacher – and not because I don’t recognize the impact that teachers can have on young minds. (I don’t know where my elementary school teachers are now, but I remember them well.) It’s not that the lovely Patton, outwardly beautiful wife of singer Robin Thicke, doesn’t deserve work; it’s just that it does lend to the idea that white people and light-skinned African-Americans are more often the saviors of inner-city children than people who look like them.
I also think that while Daniels loves to dig into uncomfortable places – and that sometimes we need to – he often perpetuates the very issues he’s trying to enlighten people about. (“Monster’s Ball” “The Woodsman” and the little-seen “Shadowboxer” are the other movies he’s been involved in as producer or director.) I truly do hate the fact that two African-American filmmakers who’ve done otherwise compelling movies this year have both provided us with a narrow viewpoint of African-American issues. (Hey, Chris Rock, there ARE black women who can naturally grow long hair, as well as others who are happy to be nappy.) And I also hate that, once again, our pathology and dysfunction will be celebrated by the mainstream media and the awards show circuit, who already believe that the Precious and Mary Jones’ of the world are the norm in our communities.
It is clear that the responses to “Precious,” like any piece of art, lie largely with the people who view it. Some people will hate it; some people will hail it – and that is the truth of all artistic work. In my cinematic experiences, I personally don’t need to see ignorance, ugliness, abuse, incest and wounded souls who wound others. I read the news, I observe life and, yes, I’ve lived in the inner city.
I commend everyone in the film for what I understand are truly moving performances, and I absolutely believe that regardless of circumstances, self-acceptance and self-love are essential. I’m confident that “Precious” offers all these things. But you’ll have to tell me about it ‘because you won’t be seeing me in the theater. I might watch it online for free if I’m deathly bored.
Charlie P.
“Hey guys, I’m about stand on a light pole for three consecutive days. I am awesome “
Okay people, Let’s get one thing straight.
Drowning yourself is NOT a trick!
Neither is starving yourself or freezing yourself or burying yourself.
A trick needs to involve actually tricking someone.
David Blaine used to do really cool magic tricks. You know, back when he was a magician. He would walk around and freak people out by setting them up with these really weird and wild tricks.
It wouldn’t be as bad if he didn’t have such a terrible personality. He thinks he’s so awesome, how he talks in a monotone voice and dates hot chicks.
One day he must have gotten bored with that and decided that people will watch someone do anything stupid if you just put it on television during prime time. Oh, and if it could be during sweeps, that would be even better!
The only trick he’s pulled off in the past few years is having people watch two hours of their lives disappear forever.
Poof!
I’m hoping the next special will be “David Blaine, Burned Alive”
Anyone got a match?
Who the fuck is Bill Walton? It’s a fair question to most I assume.
This, is Bill Walton.
Bill Walton may be the most overrated player on the NBA’s “50 greatest players”* list. (although, James Worthy is a VERY close second) Bill Walton is also a play by play announcer for ESPN and ABC’s NBA coverage. A fact, yet again, I could not escape today while watching the Game the other night.
Bill Walton was one of the greatest players in college basketball history. A true giant of the sport. Then he entered the NBA and had two very good years. One that resulted in a championship for the Portland Trailblazers. The rest of the time he was a big, injured, slow, awkward-looking, muddle! You may remember him from the Celtic Championship teams of the mid 80’s. He was the goofy looking, red headed guy waving a fucking towel on the bench while the able bodied players ran up and down the court.
This fucking guy never averaged even 19 points a game! Never played a whole season! Scored a TOTAL of 6215 points in his career! To put that in perspective, Trent Tucker has 22 more career points!
Who is Trent Tucker?
This, is Trent Tucker
Let’s just say people who know are either laughing or a bit shocked right now.
Now Walton is the most hyper-critical play by play man in the business. Never short on cheap shots or insults, he runs his big mouth for the full 48 minutes! The only time he ever shuts up is when he’s busy blowing Shaq!
Which seems to never stop, even when Shaq has four fouls in ten minutes. Next time you watch a game take notice of the small grin that crosses Shaq’s face every time he glances at Walton.
"No Shaq! It's me Danny Ferry! Not Bill! No!!!!"
What I don’t understand is why this stuttering muttering piece of trash is allowed to continue to spew forth his under-qualified outlook week in and week out. God, please allow Shaq to crash across the table next game and drive his massive forearm into Bill Walton’s throat. Please Lord, save us from this fool.
Or just pick him up and pile drive him head first into the floor!
“Throw him down, big man….Throw him down!”
Charlie P.
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