EA Sports never released their ‘NBA Elite ’11’ game so wunderkind Kevin Durant decided to visit NYC’s famed Rucker Park and showed everyone what the cheat code looks like in real life.
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The Video Game In Human Form…
Wednesday, August 3rd, 2011SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!
Saturday, July 30th, 2011
On my visit to see momdukes in the ATL I copped the Air Trainer 1.2 in what I’m calling the Dallas Cowboys colorway.
Also, TITTYMEATS FTW!!!
Fantasy Is Reality…
Friday, July 29th, 2011
It didn’t take football too long to pull the attention away from beisbol. Let’s face it, beisbol is a dead game when you need a PR blitz. Beisbol doesn’t even have a blitz.
Shit is popping off crazy in the NFL now that the collective bargaining agreement has been ratified. Their passing around steroids like after-dinner mints. Players are being traded willy nilly or sent off to jail.
How the hell has Randy Moss avoided a prison stint after all this time? All you fan-tasy dudes in the keeper leagues must be shitting your pants that Chad OchoCinco is on his way to New England. He’s poised for a monster season catching balls from Tom Brady.*
*Automatic [ll] to any sports related drops here on DP.com
Do You Know What Time It Is?
Tuesday, July 26th, 2011
Paragon Sports was the spot where you copped all your official high end hiking gear. Paragon wasn’t the type spot you could steam thru. You would have had to be the illest booster of ALL TIME to rack ta Paragon. If you tell me you used to boost up there you lose all credibility to me. The 10th Floor of Lord & Taylor was an easier rack.
One of the points of status for a street kid in NYC was to be able to copp some shit from a store like Paragon. This is where you bought your K-Swiss, or your New Balance. Having a shopping bag from Paragon was on some level like Saks 5th Ave. Niggas from the hood didn’t go to Paragon, they went to Modell’s or V.I.M.’s or the local Army+Navy spot. Paragon was my spot since I copped my OG 40 Belows from there in 1987.
I had some bread from my nickel and dime late night white dealing in the downtown clubs. Let me not minimize the cash I had at the time since it was several hundred bucks. I was going to Paragon on a mission to blow my grip. The shit that I was hot for at the time was time immortalized. The hottest watch in the game was the Tag-Heuer ‘Formula 1’.
Tag had the sporty style and Swiss movement of the slickest watches but the pricepoint that allowed a regular nigga to live large. Paragon had a sale on the timepieces too. If I had another chance at this moment I would have copped two(2) watches. As a comic collector I was always fond of doubling up so that I always had a mint condition item to rock out for a special occasion.
I was on my way to Paragon on Monday after I got back from a weekend visiting my shorty at Morgan State. Things in B’More didn’t work out for me as I had planned. When I finally got back to Queens my life had changed irreparably. I wasn’t going to be copping a watch. I was lucky just to be alive. Chasing this lifestyle just almost got me merc’ked. You wanna hear the story?
What Would You Give To Get This Dude?
Tuesday, July 26th, 2011
Pause, natch, but you already knew that sports were ghey.
Carlos Beltran came to the Mets six years ago after playing himself into an All-Star contract in Houston. Beltran wasn’t a perennial All-Star tho. He was more like the Jerome James of baseball. The Mets weren’t just hoodwinked by Bernard Madoff, but also by players like the Carlosses – Beltran and Delgado.
Delgado is long gone from Flushing and now its time for Beltran to pack his bags as well. I just don’t want him to wind up on a contender OR more importantly a team in the Met’s division. Beltran doesn’t deserve that much. If he had been a great Met then maybe I could allow him to go to the Phillies.
If Beltran wants a deal he better accept Kansas City.