Posted in
Poems on April 26th, 2006
You punk ass bitches better step.
No this aint a threat. I just hope you get strep.
Soar throat, you phuk goats, your mom is a moke.
That’s the antidote, it’s how I cope.
Retarded ass flow, you punk bitch don’t know
i don’t care if u got the dough, or 20 hoes.
I don’t care if u saw a movie at Loews,
Posted in
Humor on April 26th, 2006

Everyone is talking soooo much shit about Kobe’s last game. "He didn’t shoot?" "Why was he passing?" Blah blah blah. Kobe played great. A few shots didn’t drop, but what can you do? They lost by 5, in Phoenix. It’s only game 1. The only criticism I have for Kobe "Izzo" "Mamba" is if you don’t want to be recognized at The Ivy, don’t wear your uniform!
Posted in
Poems on April 22nd, 2006
I have no idea. I feel lost. Where am I? An endless spiral. A constant fight just to stay afloat. The light is near, but yet so far. The idea of actually reaching it seems surreal.
What can I do? I try to fight. I must fight like Kobe. I feel too lost. So defeated before the day starts. A constant struggle, it’s wearing down. But on whom?
When will it end? Will it end. I must fight. Must not cry. Take a stance. Stand up stronger. Flip the power. Make them fear. Who am I? Where am I? I am lost.
Posted in
Best Of on April 22nd, 2006
The World's Best Sports Handicappers Library is not at the Stardust. It's currently being compiled by the good folks at The Betters Edge. I went to the Sports Handicappers Library at the Stardust this past Monday. If Borat were there he would say "Wowaweeza!!! In Kazakhstan we have a more library. It's porno…tis good. My wife..she's fat!"
Dot matrix pages of recently NBA stats were plastered on the walls behind a glass case. Pages and pages directly from NBA.com do not a library make. This was depressing and exciting at the time. I have never felt more on the cutting edge. I saw what I needed to see. Now I understand why they are blowing up the Stardust. They need to. I wonder who is going to house all of those printouts? It's so sad. All that data…unorganized, incomprehensible ink on paper.
www.thebettersedge.com 2.0 coming to a computer screen near you.
I have barely blogged this month. Look at all of those empty days. I promise to write more. I promise to also right more. To say I have been busy with "other things" is an understatement. I have been crazed, perplexed, and distraught. I am so tired but yet so awake. I will blog more cause it’s probably the healthiest thing I do.
Would Kobe quit? Would Kobe clench in the fetal position? Would he sulk on his bed and refuse to leave his room? What would Kobe do?
When the going gets tough, Kobe responds. He fights harder. Kobe doesn’t allow himself to fail. No one is perfect. You can’t win every time. But you can fight to win everyday. Kobe brings it every time. Every battle. No matter how many boos. No matter how much negative press. No matter what the legal situation is. Kobe fights. Kobe wins. Kobe doesn’t allow anything to bring him down. He doesn’t let it affect him. He feeds on it. Love him or hate him — Kobe thrives on it.
Does Kobe give up? Does Kobe run away? Does Kobe quit? What would Kobe do? Kobe fights! Kobe wins. I must… I must be like Kobe!!!!
I know Steve Meyerson. Actually, he is a close friend of mine. So who is this Steve Meyerson? This guy is professional poker and lives in Virginia. The Steve Meyerson I know does play poker –
The new video iPod looks so phuking cool. I seriously can’t wait. It’s been what…5 years and I still don’t own one. It’s aight though; this is the one I am going to get. Think of being able to watch porn where ever you go.