Part VI

Two-a-day number one is kicking my ass.

Rick Pitino likes to bang at restaurants and then pay for abortions errrrrrrrrr insurance.

Mike Vick could be back in the mix by the end of the week...nice. He was spotted in Chicago's O'Hare Airport. Tony Dungy is close with Lovie Smith...

Tyson Gay and Usain Bolt will be competing against each other this weekend in the World Track Championships. Bolt said that, "Tyson Gay will never beat me." Sorry T, but this statement is true. I mean dude holds the world records in the 100 and 200 meters. Remember the 100 meter final at the Olympics last summer? Bolt was styling his victory by the time he came out of the blocks. No one stood a chance. Bolt was kissing to the crowd, doing soulja boy type dance moves, and profiling while dudes were trying to catch up.

Petey returned to the Majors tonight. Looking nice.

The following video is one of my all time favorite tracks. It reminds me of my days of hooping in the Gus Macker 3on3 tournament. First of all if you never hooped in the Gus Macker then you obviously are not a baller. The Gus Macker is so awesome. Unfortunately, I'm not sure if it's still going down. I hooped in that thing every summer for at least 6 straight summers as a young buck in Columbus. At the Gus Macker everything went down from cats pulling knives and guns on each other to three point contests to dunk contests. At the Gus Macker I witnessed a dude jump a car to win the dunk contest. I won the Toilet Bowl once which means my squad was the best of the worst. I saw Lil' Bow Wow hoop at the Macker. The Macker was where nasty cross overs originated. It's where refs aka Gus Busters would have to call in for backup for most games. Courts would be surrounded and people had to be held back. You had the choice of taking a one or two point free throw. Generally you would always play against a Slam 'N Jam team. Power 107.5 FM would always DJ the weekend. During the morning up until about 10am you would get some soulful slow jams but as soon as those 10am games tipped off only the hottest beats would bump through Franklin Park. Can't Nobody Hold Me Down was the anthem at least in my opinion.



-'Killa