For the headline that rhyme with half a dime, you know Weezy had to go big.
And what? You thought lil money was gonna disappoint? Please.
I also just love Ron Artest with the Rockets. He gives them an aggressive edge, but after what happened last week against the Suns I think that pretty much goes without saying. The Rockets never would have gotten into it like that without him. Tracy McGrady? Come on. This is the same guy who said he wasn’t coming to New Orleans if the All-Star game was there. That guy? Come on. So then when the All-Star game came around who all of a sudden gets an injury? Tracy McGrady. Yeah. And the best part about that fight was that Artest did not even move. He did not get involved. I felt bad when Steve Nash got knocked to the floor, that poor little guy. Rafer Alston’s from the playground, so that’s gonna happen. Shout out to him because that’s my homie.
But Skip wasn’t always Lil Wayne’s homie. They actually mixed it up one game when dude was sitting courtside and he got offended after Rafer made an “inappropriate gesture.” What Weez considers “inappropriate,” I have no idea, but I’m picturing a donkey show-type scenario. Then again, that probably would have made Sportscenter.
Rafer and I have an interesting history. There was one game back when I had courtside seats with the Hornets when I was talking trash to him and he made an inappropriate gesture toward me after he made a shot. I’d been heckling him the whole game, talking trash and I was very offended by that gesture so I kept talking. And then Tracy McGrady came over near me and bent over to make it look like he was catching his breath, but he had really come over to talk to me about it. Chris Paul came and did the same thing. He was like “Whatever you’re doing it’s working ’cause you’re getting in his head.” He stopped shooting after that. We had a good talk after the game and we worked things out. He’s a good guy, so shout out to him.
He also talks about how him and Flash randomly live in the same building in Miami.
Dwyane Wade actually lives in my building. We have this building where you are the only person living on a given floor, so when the elevator opens it’s just your place. People usually just leave their doors wide open like I do and treat the elevator like their real front door because you’re not supposed to ever stop on a floor that isn’t yours. But one day I got on there and the floor stopped at eight and the door opened and there was Dwyane Wade standing there. I hollered at him and told him he had a nice place. We live on the beach, but the funny thing is some guys in his entourage have a place in another building and my entourage lives directly across from them. So my entourage and his entourage are always out playing basketball together. D-Wade’s a cool guy, but I’ve never really been invited to his games. I guess I need tickets. I guess we could play video games or something together when we’re both home, but I don’t know if he plays and I’m not so good. I like to play golf and soccer video games, anyway.
Lastly, and in case you needed another reason to hate the guy, Nelly doesn’t believe in Chris Paul. C’mon, dude’s got more game than the Bulls and Sonics. Also…kill yourself.
We bet on games sometimes and last year we bet a pretty large sum of money on the Hornets. Nelly didn’t think they’d make it past the first round and I did, so we put money on it. When I beat him he had to pay me $19,000 dollars. That’s the most I’ve ever bet on sports.
Good work, Weez.
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