I’m enjoying the first game of the World Series while I write this drop.
Epic battle between Lee and Lincecum right now tied up deuces all.
I thought about Michael Jordan’s attempt to play baseball and the shoes he was wearing while striking out on curveballs. The AJ IX’s were fresh to def.
Air Jordans were sick basketball shoes but they were even iller baseball cleats. Str8 futuristic.
I never saw anyone rock these Air Jordan X’s on the diamond.
These joints are str8 Jermaine Dyes.
Last night’s ALCS game was a passing of the torch for the 2011 Yankees. Andy Pettite will be retired and Cliff Lee will be throwing his cutter for the boys in the Bronx. Texas can’t up with what the Yanks will offer Lee for his services, even with a lucrative television deal in place.
Baseball is going to have to tweak their product again. Home runs, inter-league play, wildcard series for the playoffs are all good features but the game is still being outpaced by football and basketball as a viewing pastime. It’s time to do something pretty drastic. I’m thinking that baseball games need to be shortened to six innings. Like when we were in Little League.
MLB already has 162 regular season games, a spring training and a post-season that doesn’t end until Thanksgiving. And what do they do with all of this time? They suck. Trust me, I love baseball more than I prA’li should and I never leave baseball games until the final out (unless I have my nephew with me and he can’t sit still).
Either that or baseball is gonna have to allow players to hit each other with baseball bats. But that would just be crazy right?
I’m not a religious dude but I am very spiritual in my beliefs. When I went past my father last week I could tell he was trying to speak to me. I didn’t look his way either as I drove by the cemetery alongside the Interboro Parkway. Sure enough tho’ my dad hollered at me as I parked the car in East New York. I ran over a windblown umbrella which managed to puncture my tire inside the treadgroove.
I didn’t get paid until the following day (I did have some investments in the prA’li movement but still not enough to make anything happen). I left the car parked on the alternate side of the street so as to avoid any Friday parking summonses and I went to work. I didn’t get back into the East until after work Friday afternoon. I asked an old man where the nearest tire repair shop was and he gave me directions.
I thanked him and kept it moving since I was chasing daylight at this point. I gave a mental note to his Vietnam Veteran’s cap. I guess my dad was still looking after me. I’m sure he’s pissed at me for having my phone cutoff for all this time (FYI: I lost my Blackberry while in D.C. this past weekend. I lost my ID bundle in D.C. back in July. Does Obaama have operatives jacking me on the low? I should prA’li stay my azz out of D.C.).
When I got to my car, which is really C.S.’ whip since I don’t have a car anymore once Patty the PoloBear had been repo’d the Vietnam Vet was waiting for me. He had a jack and a tire iron. Both of which I had not. He helped me take off the tire so that I didn’t have to drive to the repair shop on the rim (which I was fully prepared to do). That would have stripped the tire and crushed the rim causing me to replace both.
Right then I decided to make the weekend a mini-dedication to my dad by activating myself for the things he believed in. I went to Washington D.C. to fight for power. Then I partied for my right to fight by going to the Brooklyn Museum of Art 1st Saturday to behold Black beauty, then and on Sunday I went to baseball game. I didn’t just go to a baseball game tho’. I went with my nephew who was my dad’s favorite grandchild, mostly because this was the one that he got to see the most. The eldest grandchild lives in North Carolina and the youngest was born a year after he passed away.
My nephew is certainly my younger brother too. He has no time for watching baseball. I think he is interested in making films tho’. The next time we are together I am going to let him hold the camera more since he knows how to operate it. My nephew is my chance to be the big brother that I wasn’t for my younger brother when he needed me the most. Of all the shit I have done to myself and others there is nothing I regret more than leaving my brother to fend for himself when he was a kid. Now as an adult I just can’t fux with him.
But I will help his son. And his son will help me. He will help me to learn patience, and understanding. He will help me to become unselfish. He will help me find tolerance in the things I dislike yet cannot change with others. Most of all he will help me find forgiveness for myself knowing that every new day is a new chance to become someone better than the day before.
I was fortunate enough to catch the final game of another mediocre Mets season via a hookup from the league. I’m still a fan of the game despite the fact that greedy owners hold communities hostage with their ransom demands on taxpayers and I’m still a Mets fan despite the fact the team is comprised of the lower tier of players.
For this episode we have a special guest director – Isaiah. He’s my nephew. He lives in Corona Queens, the neighborhood where my brother and I grew up. Truth be told is that Isaiah enjoyed toy shopping at A.J.Wright more than the ballgame. I can’t say I blame him either. Mets lost 2-1 in 14 innings. They were held in check by the ageless Livan Hernandez.
Next year begins now for the Mets. Can we trade David Wright and Jose Reyes in a package deal?
That will be one question out of many for the new general manager to answer.
An article published in the NYTimes earlier this month says that criminals choose the Yankee cap over most sports related apparel because of the ‘Jay-Z effect’ and the cool factor he brings to the item. Ha! The Yankees ownership does more crime on the daily robbing the Bronx residents of their resources than Jay-Z has in his entire life.
But the article made me think outside of the box…
If I could just get a placement on a rapist doing a perp walk I might could move the rest of these joints.
