Rose Gloom

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I was busy on Saturday. As usual, it is my only day to get everything done, and this Saturday was no different. I was however happy about two things. One, I was able to watch the first half of the Bulls opening playoff game, and two, it wasn't raining. Local weatherman, Stever Baskerville warned that Saturday was going to be a rainy and gloomy day. Little did Chicagoans know, the gloom was going to come on West Madison Street at the United Center around 3:00 p.m. Throughout the afternoon, I checked my tweets for scores and updates, then I saw fellow friend and tweeter, Taylor, who has dubbed herself "The Duchess of Deerfield" due to her undying love and affection for starting Bulls point guard Derrick Rose, tweet that he was hurt. I felt uneasy for a moment. Honestly, knowing Derrick wasn't 100%, I wasn't against the staff holding him in this series. While the 76'ers are a formidable team, the Bulls could beat them without Derrick. Save him for Boston or Atlanta I thought. God, how I wish that is what they decided. When word got out that Derrick suffered a season-ending torn ACL, I felt absolutely putrid. To say I was sick is an understatement. The melancholy really sat in on Sunday as I made my way to church and listened to the ESPN-1000 crew talk about the injury. It got real. I pondered over it, wondering why this affected me so. For some reason, Derrick has just affected people. I honestly expected no one outside of Chicago to even care. I saw a few Miami fans tweeting their laughs and crass remarks about how they were glad that he got hurt, which I think is reprehensible. You don't celebrate someone else's pain, but then again, I'm still trying to figure out how one becomes a Miami Heat fan. But I also saw numerous tweets from people all over, including celebrities, who were in shock and disbelief. My sickness over it centered around Derrick moreso than the team. It was like, how can something like this happen to someone like him? Rose, who represents what's right in the league and now this. This season has left quite a few teams battered and bruised, due to the condensed schedule. And to say the schedule has nothing to do with it, would just be an outright lie. Up unil this season, Rose played 280/286 games. Numbers don't lie. Stern's reluctance to acknowledge that is reason number 3, 456,799 why he should step down as the commissioner. The owner's bottom line took precedence over the health and well-being of the players. This was a mistake and should not be repeated. Now there are 3 players who won't be playing for the U.S. this summer, and how heartbreaking Rose is one of them. No, it's not the end of the world. After at least 6-9 months of rehabilitation, Rose will probably be driving the basket for the amazing circus shot and the And-1, but for right now, my emotions are as dreary as the spring weather outside

RAP BATTLE (THE PARODY)

Every once in a while, I discover something new on YouTube that is absolutely HILARIOUS! Thanks to my boy Steph on Twitter, I came across this little gem over the weekend. I hope these guys make it to television!

They pretty much summed up everything I have felt about rap battles over the past decade. How silly and unimaginative (hope that's a word) they've become. There are now four parts to this parody, and the last one has a surprise guest!

The Original Rap Battle Parody (Supa Hot v. B-Bone)


The Rap Battle Parody - Part 2 (Supa Hot v. Mute Spittah) <--this one was on all kinds of ignorant levels but boy was it funny!


The Rap Battle Parody - Part 3 (Supa Hot/Mute Spittah v. Chunk Dirty)


The Rap Battle Parody - Part 4 (Supa Hot v. Tremendous Repeat) - Can't believe they got such a big name in this one!


"But I am NOT a rapper!"

Thursday Throwback! De La Soul: Buddy

I was in grammar school when this song came out. I want to say at least fifth or sixth grade. My friends and I got a kick out of saying, "Ah meeny meeny meeny, say what?" Hey, we were kids, but this song is just one of those joints you can listen to and have fun with friends.




I must say, having female MC's on this track like Monie Love and Queen Latifah is nostalgic as hell. No shade to Miss Minaj, but back then, female hip-hop artists were really good. They had something to say, no gimmicks, and they didn't have to "over sexualize" themselves either.