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MLB’s FACIAL HAIR HALL OF FAME (Unshaven Remix)

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008

reggie and pops

REGGIE and Pops

I’m excited for the upcoming season of Major League baseball for a bunch of reasons. It’s the sixtieth anniversary of JACKIE ROBINSON’s entrance into the majors, BARRY BONDS will likely become the new all time home run leader, the Mets will pwn the league, and the whole human growth hormone has been silenced ever since it became apparent that the entire league was on it (read: beloved WHITE athletes). I even joined an Internets Celebrities roto league. Looks like good times all around this summer.

This drop was inspired by OSCAR GAMBLE’s favorite website on the internets, Passion Of The Weiss. He had the idea for giving a shout out to MLB’s greatest moustached mavericks and mavens. Don’t act like it was only porn stars that sported the ridiculous facial hair from our youths. Baseball players were the real mutton chop superstars. From LUIS TIANT to MIKE SCHMIDT, seventies baseball was all about crappy polyester uniforms and personal style below the nose.

The Californian teams in the big leagues were certainly the fashion forward leaders in the facial hair movement. The San Diego Padres alone could field an entire squad of facial hair Hall of Fame players. Add in the Angels, the A’s and L.A. and you’ve got yourself a mountain of moustaches. Combine that with some of the greatest afros evar and you are talking about a follicle apex for American culture. When steroids and HGH came into the great American pastime hair would never grow the same. But I’m not into placing asterisks over afros…

Here’s the DP Dot Com list of the facial hair Hall of Famers…

george foster GEORGE FOSTER
By the time he came to the Mets after his years with the Big Red Machine GEORGE’s bat didn’t have the same pop, but hotdamnit his moustache sideburn connection was still on some official ‘grown man in the club’ status.

DOYLE ALEXANDER
Dude needed more than his sideburns to cover those sonar scoops he had for ears.
doyle alexander

cecil cooper CECIL COOPER
I gotta make sure I put one in for LM so he doesn’t retract his sponsorship.

GREG LUZINSKI
Chicago native GREG put in crazy work with the Philadelphia Phillies, but he could still bring it in his Chi-Town uniform when his drunk ass made it to the ballpark. Just like another of Chicago’s favorite sons and longtime DP Dot Commie, P-CITY.
greg luzinski

amos otis AMOS OTIS
This one is para mi amigo grande en la Ciudad de Kansas. AMOS was all about bringing shaft back to baseball.

“Shut Yo’ Mouth!”

I’m just talking about OTIS’ batting skills.


johnny damon

JOHNNY DAMON
“So easy even a caveman could do it”

DAVE WINFIELD
Did y’all cats know that DAVE WINFIELD was drafted by a pro football team despite the fact that he never played a single down in high school or college? And CHARLIE effin’ WARD wins a Heisman but didn’t get a single call. Facial hair = draft day hype.
dave winfield

rollie fingers ROLLIE FINGERS
ROLLIE was without question one of the greatest to ever do it. His Snidely Whiplash moustache should be telling you that much.

OZZIE SMITH
The Wizard of Oz was stylin’ on fools from the moment he came into the league.
ozzie smith

goose gossage GOOSE GOSSAGE
San Diego damn near had the entire facial hair All-Star squad. GOOSE GOSSAGE was just a big ol’ burly country boy who threw fire from his fist. Nothing subtle or sneaky in his repetoire, just fast, and faster.

DAVE PARKER
Can you imagine his gaudy career numbers if big DAVE PARKER had played during the steroids era?
dave parker

steve bedrosian

STEVE BEDROSIAN
STEVE reminds me of MICHAEL McDONALD. Remember that Yacht Rock hit song that STEVE and KENNY LOGGINS made together? Yeah, it seemed like only yesterday…

mike schmidt MIKE SCHMIDT
Show some mother effin’ respect to the Jewfro when you see them on the streets.

BRUCE SUTTER
There’s no relief in sight from the gangsta of homey’s birdnest beard.
bruce sutter

reggie jackson REGGIE JACKSON
The big homey had his own candy bar.

RON CEY
I’d swear that he retired from the Dodgers to do porn with his moustache.
ron cey

don stanhouse DON STANHOUSE
DON pimped his matching afro and moustache style all the way into the 1980’s.

OSCAR GAMBLE
OSCAR is the G.F.H.H.O.F.O.A.T. of this shit. Right off the bat take into consideration the fact that his initials are O.G.

The sideburns and nappy moustache are official, but the afro is straight up on some HGH. That’s word to Oh Word!

oscar gamble

oscar G

JEANIUS… SIMPLY GENIUS

Thursday, May 29th, 2008

jean grae

Hip-Hop has been dying from several different diseases over the last decade. There has been an overall lack of creative talent being promoted by the record companies as each label falls over the previous in a rush to bring us the latest fad in cRap music. Sellout ringtones to soulless robotic voice machines. From anthems that create dance crazes to crazed cough medicine filled anthems. If Hip-Hop still had a heart it was going into cardiac arrest.

More than all of that Hip-Hop was missing one half of its very essence. There hasn’t been a first rate female emcee since Rah Digga. My homegirl Lin Que is still on the set out there somewhere, but when was the last time that we listened to a female rap because she had skills and not because we thought (and hoped) that a tittie would pop from her bustier? Enter underground phenom Jean Grae.

Jean Grae was bringing lyrics back from the beginning of her career. She is a devoted Hip-Hop head which means that she is a fan of all music. I started to really listen to Jean Grae after she did the ‘No Sleep ‘Til Brooklyn’ remix single with GAME Rebellion. All you underground Hip-Hop heads (RAFI) knew about this chick like ten years ago. I’m glad for her that she is finally becoming an overnight success. Without Rah Digga or Lauryn Hill the game has been in a shambles. Jean Grae can’t bring rap back all the way by herself, but when I see artists like Joell Ortiz, Phonte, Wale, Immortal Technique and Jean Grae I know that real Hip-Hop lives on.

Copp Jean Grae and 9th Wonder’s new album ‘Jeanius’ on iTunes.


Don’t Rush Me

jean grae


This World

jean grae


My Story

jean grae


Love Thirst

jean grae

‘Jeanius’ album covers via 2DopeBoyz

I BLAME THE SISTAS…

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008

sistas

Why do you think that 70% of Black women are single? They wanted it that way. If there aren’t any Black men available for these women isn’t it ultimately the fault of the women who raised the Black men?

Yes, we should also blame the men that DIDN’T help raise these Black men, but what do they care?

Leave it to OPRAH WINFREY to stir up the the cauldron of discontent. OPRAH thinks that there aren’t enough Black men to satisfy the demand. There are tons of Black men though. I’m talking about Black men that work hard and honest.

There are also tons of Black mothers that coddle these dudes so far into adulthood because these mothers don’t want to let go of the one Black man that has needed them throughout their life. That’s right ladies and gemtlemen, Black mothers are currently ruining Black men. Not all Black mothers, just most of them.

These mothers are ruining their daughters as well. So when these daughters become mothers this Oedipal syndrome cycle will persist. Yes, it would be of tremendous benefit if the fathers of these Black children were active in the childraising and nurturing. There are still plenty of mother-father parent units that exist in the Black community.

Somebody needs to stand up and admit that Black women ultimately choose to be single and unmarried because they are horribly selfish. The compromise required for a sustained relationship is not within their grasp. Look at OPRAH herself. She obviously is having her cake and eating it too. She is definitely eating her cake. On a much smaller level than OPRAH Black women are unwilling to compromise their lifestyles.

There are plenty of Black men who are suitable and worthy mates if Black women would just get their shit together.

sistas

BLU CHEEZ’ HOODRAT PROM PICS…

Friday, May 23rd, 2008

prom

What is more fun than doing bad things with Latarian Milton?

Going to the annual Hoodrat Prom in Baltimore sponsored by the HBO series ‘The Wire’.

These fashions were inspired and designed by actual rappers and prostitutes.

Get your prom on nigga!

ghetto prom

I’m not shitting on these fools because they are tacky and prA’li poor. Okay, true story, I am shitting on these fools because they are tacky.

Rap music is making young Black males into faggots. When I say faggot I don’t mean homosexual either. That’s a whole ‘nother story.

I’m talking about faggot in the O.G. ‘hood sense when fools wear women’s clothing.

Those oversized sunglasses are making dudes look like straight up bitchmade Bridget Bardots.

ghetto prom

I don’t even want to go in on the chicks…

How fucking sick is it that the whole town came out to see this shit?

ghetto prom

ghetto prom

What the fuck party people?

ghetto prom

A family that proms together commits crimes together.

ghetto prom

Sonn look like he should have Chinese slippers on.

Peep all the hoodrat rom pics in their full glory over at BLU CHEEZ.

Thanx to prynsex for the links…

Starbucks Starlet by MAXINE

Thursday, May 22nd, 2008

coffy

Editor’s note: Sent via e-mail…

What up DP?
I hit on a girl in the Starbucks the other day. It was totally by accident but it was so cheeky and real I thought I’d share it with the fam. See you in NYC.
Peace,
MAX

It’s a beautifully perfect 75 degrees in the shade kind of day. I’m feeling good as I’m walking through Denver. The Boss, Diana Ross, is blaring from a passing car. I know it’s going to be a great day.

“I got the sweetest hangover / I don’t wanna get over / sweetest hangover…”

I step into the nearby Starbucks, you know, the bourgeois one, prepared for the ridiculous comments from the barista about my “cool earrings” or my “fly nail polish” when, the unthinkable happens.

In walks this sister. No I said this Sister. You know the type, low bun, earth toned in theme and hue, different color browns and tans, had my mind wrapped around lands of amber. Freckles sprinkled across her nose, door knockers on, just to show a little hood with the 9-5 steez.

See, she’s just like me, walking to the beat of our ancestor’s drum in every way, I watch her. The vibrations from her high heels reach the nape of my neck. She’s checking the juices; wheatgrass or honey? I slide up next to her and say, “Honey, makes everything sweeter…”