You know that we’re down with wutchyalike.  Yeah with wutchyalike.  Yeah.  And though we’re usually on the serious tip check it out:  Tonight we’re gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight.  We’re gonna say what we like.  -Digital Underground

Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go!  Is to too early?  Maybe, but I’m getting squirrely.  Doing NCAA Basketball like my name was Bobby Hurley.  So the chit-chat has begun.  March Madness is almost here.  The questions are being asked.  Who are the contenders?  Who are the pretenders?  Who are the Cinderallenders?  And most importantly, whodayalike?  Who’s your daddy?         Read More »

I’m rough like a freight train, smooth like ice.  And yo Jeff, straight up, I think I can beat Mike Tyson.  -The Fresh Prince and DJ Jazzy Jeff

Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go!  My Celtics are done.  My Bruins no fun.  Too early to start my Red Sox are number one.  So I turn to boxing.  The sweet science.  The sweetest taboo.  With everybody’s panties in a bunch lately over fighting in sports, I bring you the sport of fighting.  I watch Friday Night Fights.  I watch World Class Championship Boxing.  I watch Boxing After dark.  I watch HBO World Championship Boxing.  I watch Showtime Championship Boxing.  I watch all of it.  There’s Pretty Boy Floyd Mayweather with his gaudy record of 37 wins, 0 losses, 0 draws and 24KOs.   A World Champion at four different weights.  There’s Marco Antonio Barrera.  Anyone who said that his career was finished was proven wrong.  Proven wrong after sound beatings of Erik Morales and Rocky Juarez.  There’s Washington DC’s own Winky Wright.  Wright, completely outclassing Ike Quartey, the WBC and WBA Light Middleweight Champion.  There’s WBO Super Middleweight Champion Joe Calzaghe, just dominating his division for about a decade.  And then there’s Manny Pacquiao.                   Read More »

I’ve got more action than my man John Woo, and I’ve got mad hits like I was Rod Carew.  -Beastie Boys

Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go!  It’s baseball baby!  Like my main man Rogers Hornsby always says:  “People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball.  I’ll tell you what I do.  I stare out the window and wait for spring.”  I can’t wait.  I’m so excited and I just can’t hide it.  I know, I know, I know.     Read More »

But look around.  Hear go the sound of the wreckin’ ball.  Boom and pound when I shut ‘em down.  -Public Enemy

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go.  Not a fun one today.  Was gonna write about baseball today.  Now I have to write about this one today.  First Red, now this.  Sad does not quite describe it.  But, friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come not to bury DJ, I come to praise him.               Read More »

Somebody save me.  Let your waters break right through.  Somebody save me.  I don’t care how you do it, just save, save.  Come on, I’ve been waiting for you.  -Smallville

Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go!  Hallelujah!  Hockey Krishnas rejoice!  Hockey Rama.  Hockey hockey.  Hockey talkie.  Here I come to save the day, that means Martin Brodeur is on the way!  The best player in hockey today.  The best from Los Angeles to the Mahone Bay.  Satan’s Wallpaper comes to play.  All I hear these days is Sid the Kid.  All I hear these days is Alexander Ovechkin.  All I hear about these days is Daniel Briere.  Martin Hossa, Jarome Iginla, Nicklas Lidstrom, Chris Pronger. Aren’t you forgetting someone.  A very special someone.  A Martin Brodeur someone.         Read More »

I was feeling insecure, you might not love me any more.  I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry that I made you cry.  I didn’t want to hurt you, I’m just a jealous guy.  -John Lennon

Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go!  Smell it?  Ooooo Oooo that smell.  Can you smell that smell?  Smell’s like baseball.  Don’t it?  I live for this.  Big trouble.  Big Trouble in Little China.  Big trouble up in the Boogie Down.  This Red Sox fan loves it.  All of it.  The sound bytes coming out of Legends Field sound more like a Crusty Outlaw blog than a professional baseball team.  Back biting.  Cat fighting.  He said, she said.  She said, you don’t understand what I said.  I said, no, no, no, you’re wrong.  Where’s Crash Davis when you need him:  “We gotta play ‘em one day at a time…I’m just happy to be here and hope I can help the ballclub…I just wanta give it my best shot and, Good Lord willing, things’ll work out.”  There is no joy in Mudville this spring.  No reason to sing.  They should just thow the towel into the ring.      Read More »

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher, sucker MC’s should call me sire.  To burn my kingdom, you must use fire.  I won’t stop rockin’ till I retire.  -Run DMC

Public Service Announcement:  Ok, here we go!  It’s that time of year again.  Spring is almost here again.  Time to stand up and cheer again.  Go to the old ball park and swill eight dollar beer again.  I love it.  I live for this. The one constant through all the years has been baseball.  America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers.  It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again.  But baseball has marked the time.  Terence Mann style.  I can’t wait.  I’ve got that anticipation.  Need my instant gratification.  Enough of this procrastination.  Give me that intoxication.  I can’t wait for my Red Sox.  I can’t wait to see this D-Nice character pitch.  Gy-ro-mite!  JJ Evans style.  I can’t wait for the all those damned Yankees games.  I can’t wait for those steamy August nights, sitting on the back patio.  Listening to the game on my transistor radio.  Drinking my lemonadio. Sure I’m a Sox fan, but I like some other guys.  I like Jose Reyes.  I like the Big Hurt.  I like Grady Sizemore.  I like Ryan Howard.  And I like King Felix Hernandez.                Read More »

One man riot, you can’t deny it.  He’s so ill that you can’t defy it.  Gonna live positive forever and ever.  He’s David Lee and he’s tougher than leather.  -Run DMC

Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go!   The secret’s out.  Football coach Bear Bryant once brought USC running back Sam Bam Cunningham into the Alabama locker room after a game and told his players, “This is what a football player looks like.”  Well, take a look at the picture above.  That my friends, is what a basketball player looks like.  David Lee.  Playing with tenacity, brutality, dexterity, electricity, ferocity, invincibility.  Doing all so nastily.  You saw him.  You saw him last night.  You saw him last night in the Rookie/Sophomore game.            Read More »

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone.  When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang on.  Don’t let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.  -REM

Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go!  A long one today.  It started as five for Friday.  Then went to four.  Still too long.  Cut it down to three.  Hope you have some time today.  Three for Friday.  Let’s give this a try day.  Easy as pumpkin pie day.  Never say die day.  Oh, what could have been.  So my Red Sox signed JD Drew.  Nancy Drew.  DL Drew.  In his rookie year, as a Cardinal, he was drawing comparisons to Stan the Man and the Mick.  Then the injuries began.  It got me to thinking.  Yes, I do think sometimes.  I got to thinking who else never realized their full glory due to injuries.  Not career ending injuries.  Not Cam Neeley injuries.  Not Robert Edwards injuries.  Not Dennis Byrd injuries.  Darryl Stingley injuries.  Not them.  Nagging injuries.  Always hurt injuries.  Injuries that hampered what could have been the greatest of them all injuries.  All right.  Lets get started. These guys fell aparted.  If it was war, they would have been purple hearted.  Three injury riddled careers.  (In no particular order.                 Read More »

The heat comin thick down from Sao Paulo.  Bankin’ New York, shakin’ up the Apollo.  -Black Eyed Peas

Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go!  What’s crack-a-lacking sports fans?  So here we are.  He we are at the All-Star break.  Here we are at the All-Star break and the Miami Heat are in the midst of seven out of eight game run.  Gorillas in the Myst.  Like Martha and the Vandellas always say:  “It’s like a heat wave, burning in my heart.  It’s like a heat wave.  I can’t keep from crying, tearing me apart.”          Read More »