CHAPTER 12 (Verse II)

I called it in the beginning: Boston wins in 6. And after a less than stellar start, we are right where I predicted. Sitting on the cusp of another remarkable NBA title victory.

It’s been an absolute war - both teams ravaging each other, secondary players stepping up while starters faltered, and superstars resting on their laurels one game then adding to their legend in the next. This is arguably one of the greatest NBA Finals played in recent memory.

Game 4 was the Shrek & Donkey show, as two of the most engaging personalities on the Celtics bench – Big Baby Davis and Slam Dunk Champ Nate Robinson – stole the whole f’n show. So bad, Phil Jackson couldn’t even comment on the Lakers futile attempt to halt the opposing bench that night.

Game 5 saw da Kid KG return to form with his best all-around game this post season. 18 points, 10 rebounds, 3 assists, two blocks and a CHRIS PAUL-like 5 steals, while hitting his first 5 shots of the game. Even as rival coach PHIL JACKSON swore up and down on the sidelines that the Celtics “know how to lose in the 4th quarter”, the mean Green machine held on tight for the V. Kobe Bryant continues to inspire panic and constant hand-wringing, but the sheer volume and magnitude of the Celtics are simply becoming overwhelming. There are just too many angles to beat you by.

And fittingly, after all our talk about bastard NBA refs and their chronic inability to project a clean series… PAUL PIERCE had to go and be a hero to us all by socking a damn ref in the face like a UFC fighter. And getting away with it!!!

Celtics in 6, see you at the Victory Parade.

CELTICS versus LAKERS Chapter 12 (Verse I)

BLOODLINES that BIND

How many generations have been impacted by this rivalry. Boston sports do hold their grudges deeply, whether it's versus a Yankee or a Laker. 12 times over the span of 50 years these two teams have met in the NBA finals. Scattered within the context of that 50 years is a lifetime full of stories. This one story is from Chapter 12.

I watched on in grimness as the Celtics bottomed out the Atlantic Division. I saw them make a move for KEVIN GARNETT and get rebuffed, only to swing a 2nd choice deal to land RAY ALLEN (which then changed KG's mind again and the Big 3 were Reborn). In 2008 I was at the Victory Parade with my G-Team, so soon after a record-shattering 39 point murder of KOBE BRYANT's Lakers. After a lost 2009 campaign, riddled with growing pains (typical of newer teams but down right devastating to older players) we watched the LAKERS return to the pedestal of NBA Champions like the pro wrestling heel who can only steal the title when the baby face isn't looking.

Finally 2010 brings the real cream of the crop back to the top, for that big-time blow off series. The one to define history. And as the series progresses past the two game mark, all I've done is bear witness. And I don't mean Cleveland. Since the series began I've been reminded of:

* Paul Pierce and Ron Artest locking and scrambling like a pair of Jiu-Jitsu fighters in the opening 30 seconds of Game One. Reminds me of Kevin McHale's flying clothesline to Kurt Rambis to really set off the series in Chapter 8. Good old fashioned hard-nosed brutality is what we demand of our most fiercest warriors.

* Pao Gasol reinventing himself as a modern day Kareem Abdul-Jabbar with a touch of Wilt Chamberlain mixed in (14 rebounds a game). Andrew Bynum is the alternate universe Bill Walton, wearing the black jersey of the opposite team.

* Rajon Rondo channeling the great warrior spirits of Hakeem Olajuwon (with his little off-hand fake move that he pulled off in Game Two, reminiscent of Olajuwon's' most famous fake-out of David Robinson) AND Oscar Robertson (triple double, bay-BEE!!!)

* The aforementioned Bill Walton AND Kareem Abdul Jabbar holding court to honor the recently deceased John Wooden. Chills.

* Nate Robinson = Gerald Henderson.

* KOBE BRYANT almost sticking it to his enemies REGGIE MILLER-style when he hit a deep 3 pointer with a second left to end the first half. Then immediately stole the inbounds pass and almost got another shot off to earn them a quick first-half ending flurry.

* And of course, Jesus Shuttleworth himself breaking NBA Finals history with an unbelievable 8-11 3-point display (7-7 to start the game!) Spike Lee couldn't have written a better finish.

* The football/soccer hooligan playing styles of Glen Davis and Nate Robinson, never on display more as you watch Nate Robinson aggressively cutting and bouncing past is opponent like a running back amongst the Redwoods. Glen Davis' undersized yet cataclysmic block of Andrew Bynum in Game 2 raised his stock higher than Lawrence Taylor in the End Zone. That it was ruled a foul was inconsequential, the message was sent. Speaking of bad calls...

I hate to end the bit on a sour note, but how can you not notice the officiating??? Game 2 especially was clearly a Celtics gimmie. The phantom 4th foul on KOBE BRYANT that halted his momentum and took him out of the game just as he started cooking on all Greatest Player Ever cylinders. That he finished so poorly from the field in Game 2 is a reflection of the referees attempts to thwart his momentum and take him out of the groove and out of the game.

The blatant and terrible misappropriation of instant replay. Do you see now why other sports don't want it? During a key possession late in Game Two, as Pau Gasol and KG wrestled for an errant rebound, the ball went out of bounds. One ref called it Green, the other Yellow. Game halts and Instant Replay breaks out. This is GREAT. There's no disputing this is an AWESOME feature and should be absolutely mandatory in all sports. Even the announcers are crowing about the feature, as replays offer no dispute as to who the ball went off of. Kevin Garnett deflected the ball out of bounds, viewable by about a dozen different camera angles. AND THE REFS CALLED IT FOR THE CELTICS. They gave the Celtics BACK the ball, robbed the Lakers of a key possession, disrupted their flow and let the Celtics creep back into the game and steal it in the end. Dangerous Danny Davis style, if anybody gets THAT old school Brockton reference. Unbelievable. And I'm the biggest Celtics mark in the world, and even I could clearly see the refs gift wrapping this game for the Celtics.

But the Celtics won!!! And RAY ALLEN broke the record and there's NO disputing that! More history in the making, and I'll see you again around the 4-5 bend. Let's go Celtics.

Beat LA (again).

Jam'n 94.5 Summer Jam 2010

Yeah, just know my condo is the crack spot
Every single show she out there reppin' like a mascot
Get it from the back and make your fucking bra strap pop
All up in yo slot until the nigga hit the jackpot
• DRAKE “Best I Ever Had”

I had the most WONDERFUL opportunity to attend Jamn 94.5’s SUMMER JAM 2010 yesterday, and it was an event I won’t soon forget.

My experience with SUMMER JAM (and 94.5 to be exact) is minimal at best, even though I still remember when the station first debuted in the early 90s. I did attend SUMMER JAM 2002 at the behest of a woman some years my senior who copped the tix for me (JA RULE was the headliner then).

This year we’re treated to such captivating, incredible, truly-gifted and talented artists like Kevin Rudolf, Taio Cruz and Sam Adams (not the beer). My hands are shaking with anticipation.

I rolled with my little cuz (age 17) as this kind of stuff is more his age bracket than mine (these people consider LUDACRIS “old school”… sheesh). We got to the event, steamrolled through the crowds into our own private supreme parking spot and were ushered right into to our VIP seats. I’m an all-star baby, that’s how I roll. Concert was at the Comcast Center in Mansfield, I was here as recently as last summer for ROCK the BELLS 2009.

Parking is $40.
Drake T-Shirts are $35.
Beers are $9 a bottle.
The tiny little $2 cans of Red Bull are selling for $7.50.

"Do you like school?
NOOOOOO!!!!"

Thankfully my cuz is a MUCH cheaper date than my wife ever would be, so that was much appreciated on my behalf. I think I spent $12 total on a tiny-ass hotdog and a cup with ice (and a little Pepsi). The facility was absolutely swarmed by the 94.5 targeted demographic IE: underaged girls attempting to dress provocatively, lame white-boy poseurs and fat chicks with tight dresses. Had to be about 70%/30% female to male ratio. I think I was the oldest person in the entire building (except for LUDACRIS. And BABY. Definitely BABY).

I was forced into a public humiliation by the Navy who pulled me out of the fairway as we made our way around the center, and demanded I do some chin-ups (of which I hit three). They gave me a free pair of sunglasses though!!! Join the Navy now!!! On to the show.

Cambridge white boy SAM ADAMS (direct descendent of former US president JOHN QUINCY ADAMS, so you know he’s got street cred) hit the stage first as the place was still filling up with fans. He did his little white boy schtick, kicked a few of the beach balls back into the crowd and did his WONDERFULLY creative interpretation of ASHER ROTH’s “I Love College” song (cleverly titled “I Hate College”). Come to find out later, NICKI MINAJ would NEVER date a guy like SAM ADAMS. You’ll see why.

KEVIN RUDOLF hit the stage next with his guitar for another 15 minute set. It’s a celebration of Cash Money tonight, and RUDOLF did his “Let It Rock” (sans LIL WAYNE who is currently incarcerated) and “I Made It” singles (which I recognized as the theme song for this year’s WRESTLEMANIA). Short, inoffensive and he got the crowd singing along.

Fat Mellissa from the morning show made an appearance and of course she was flanked by a giant donut. DJ PUP DOG was offering free mix cds while supplies last (if you buy a $35 DRAKE t-shirt first) and CLINTON SPARKS had his own set, rapping and jigging it up on stage while celebrating his signing with Interscope Records (which the crowd could have gave a shit less about). He breezed through a quick set too and I started to have faith that this might not be as bad after all, if they keep getting off the stage this fast.

Fat Melissa from the Morning Show with a donut


The female crowd was absolutely ballistic for NICKI MINAJ, more so than any other act I believe. Every time the hosts shouted her out she got the loudest (shrillest) ovation. When she finally hit the stage you would have thought it was the grand finale. She did her little thing, it was fine. She took 3 minutes to sign a bunch of boobs in the front row. Literally, she was signing girls’ cleavages. She then announced she was looking for the flyest guy in the building to bring on stage and give a lap dance. All 23 guys in the audience started raising their hands but she grabbed an 11 year old boy out of the first row and brought him on stage (!!!!!) She asked his name and age (he was 11) and asked if he liked school. He said “no” to a huge pop. But NICKI doubled back and said “any boyfriend of mine is going to love school, ok?” Honestly I thought this was actually a really cool gesture on her behalf and the crowd didn’t even turn on it. So see, SAM ADAMS??? You’ll NEVER have a chance with NICKI MINAJ if you keep singing “I Hate College”!!! Smarten up, young man!!!

B.O.B. did a little set hitting all his high notes and bringing out LUPE FIASCO for their duet. This was the personal highlight of my night, even if the crowd sat on their hands for my boy LUPE. “Airplanes” was cool though.

They took a brief intermission, and shortly thereafter without warning DRAKE hit the stage to an absolute THUNDEROUS ovation. For some reason, every other word out of DRAKE’s mouth was “FUCK” making him absolutely hardcore and not at all a soft Canadian actor. His act was NOT brief by any stretch of the imagination. Must have been at least 45 minutes long. He fuckin did all his fuckin songs and fuckin shouted out fuckin Lil fuckin Wayne a bunch of motherfuckin times. I just can’t believe how much love this kid gets from Americans. Don’t you know he’s CANADIAN? Didn’t pro wrestling teach you anything??? Speaking of pro wrestling, I’ve heard enough from MICK FOLEY to understand the art of the “cheap pop” and boy is DRAKE the master. “Boston” this and “motherfuckin Boston” that. I’m looking for love in Boston. Can a Boston girl be the one for me? Boston? Boston? Boston? YAAAAAAAY scream the sycophants in the audience. This segues beautifully into “Best I Ever Had” which climaxed with “Drizzy DRAKE” bringing that SAME 11 year old boy from the crowd BACK onto the stage while he chanted “best I fuckin had best I fuckin had”. He brought out BABY for a guest appearence and dude looks SO LAME with 5 huge red stars tattooed on his cranium. Even one directly on the top of his head like a helicopter landing pad!!! NICKI MINAJ came out again during his set for their duet, and there was a madd awkward part where DRAKE tried to position himself behind her and simulate grinding on her huge ass but she ran away from that quickly and he just rolled his eyes and went to the opposite end of the stage. What can I say, she likes pussy better? Then you would think DRAKE would be RIGHT up her alley. DRAKE shouted out LIL WAYNE again and mercifully his set was over. Fuckin.

Drizzy-DRAKE does it North of the border style

During a few lulls in the intermissions, a fight or two broke out on the grass. But there were no guns or knives. Pussy so-called “rap” fans. And the smell of marijuana was only occasional, not pervasive like at ROCK THE BELLS.

But the worst was yet to come. TREY SONGZ. Wow. His set took forever and catered EXCLUSIVELEY to the female crowd, much like most of the other acts. But it was so blatant I felt like we shouldn’t even be there. He was so off-key and melodramatic and absolutely CHEESY. With the big screen showing all his sexy still photos and steamy kissing scenes while the girls in the crowd screamed long into the night. He had ridiculously exaggerated lighting and video montages that just screamed “I am so sexy!” There was even a big-ass spotlight behind him shining INTO the audience that made watching the stage like trying to look into the sun. But wait! Navy sunglasses to the rescue!!! Now the screaming bimbos around us can’t see me dozing off. The whole “slowly take my shirt off in the most seductive manner possible while little girls cheer me on” routine was EXCRUCIATING. And then melodramatically wiping the sweat off his chest while looking like he’s gonna drop his pants, and pandering to the audience to see in which direction he should throw the shirt. And he did it TWICE! Once for the shirt, and again later for the tanktop underneath it. He then brought some bitch on stage, poured water in her mouth from behind and licked the spillage of her neck. SO SEXY. Drizzy DRAKE reemerged again and the two pretty boys divided the crowd up and competed amongst themselves to see who could say the LAMEST, corniest, pick-up lines and get cheered the loudest (“anything he can do with his hands I can do…. With my tongue…” YAAAAAY!!!!) The BEST part of the TREY SONGZ set was when my cousin noticed a digital clock on the side of the stage counting down the minutes of the set. So the next 6 minutes and 42 seconds became an agonizing countdown until he finally left the stage.

OMG TREY SONGZ IZZZ SOOOO HAWT!!!! 224!!!


After his set people started leaving, and RAMIRO and PEBBLES made their customary 15 second appearance by introducing LUDA. He did his thing and finally one set appealed directly to me as a fan. He did all his radio hits, even commented on his 10 year anniversary in the music business (to put it in perspective – my cousin was 7 years old when LUDA debuted). His set was the best, even though for half of the crowd the show was over when TREY SONGZ left the stage.

In conclusion I’m thankful for the free ride, and I’m grateful I got to bring my cuz to his first rap concert. But GODDAMN was it painful in almost every aspect. Being a 30 year old male I was NOT welcome there, I almost felt like I was intruding. To top it all off, on the way home I was bumping brand new WU MASSACRE and DISTANT RELATIVES shit for my cuz and he asked me if I “had anything newer”. Wow. Kids these days…

NXT Season One Finale (recap)

NXT opening montage, highlights from the entire season. Slater pins Jericho, Bryan attacks Cole, Tarver is eliminated. 5 Star video package. The three finalists get their solo shine at the end of the clip.

Cue NXT "8 rookies 8 pros 1 dream" theme.

Fireworks blazing. We're live from Dallas TX for the Season Finale! Cole and Matthews at ringside, they throw it to the host MATT STRIKER in the ring. He welcomes the audience and promises "tonight one rookie's dream comes true". Introduces the 5 eliminated rookies who are sitting peacefully (in street clothes) in the front row. Each get a name introduction.

Next, MATT STRIKER introduces the pros who come out to the NXT theme and line up on the stage (minus Carlito who was recently released for a Wellness policy violation). R-TRUTH proudly brandishes the US championship. CM PUNK comes out with his new black mask (the result of him losing a hair match at the last PPV, "Over the Edge")

Finally Striker intros the 3 finalists - WADE BARRETT (ranked #1), DAVID OTUNGA (ranked #2) and JUSTIN GABRIEL (ranked #3). They make their way inside the ring alongside MATT STRIKER.

Striker congratulates them and recaps their journey on the show. More Ryan Seacrest-type anticipation building. There will be two pros polls tonight, one for each elimination. "The pressure truly increases". He then announces a triple threat match between the finalists next! Back to Cole and Matthews at the announce table. They're hyping up NXT Season 2, starting next week.

Introducing HUSKY HARRIS (3rd generation superstar, BLACKJACK MULLIGAN is his grandfather and IRS is his father). He's 6'2" and 295 lbs. Fat boy with back tats. His Pro will be CODY RHODES. Back to the ring where JERICHO, R-TRUTH and MATT HARDY all make their way ringside to second their rookies in the upcoming triple threat match.

Commercial break.

Outside the arena shot. NXT Season 2 pro JOHN MORRISON is interviewed backstage. He touts his rookie as "a giant redwood tree". Introducing ELI COTTONWOOD. 7'1'' over 300 lbs. Cole says he is a "very strange dude".

Bell rings and we're off in the triple threat elimination match between the 3 NXT Season One finalists. They all size each other up. OTUNGA has silver glitter designs on the back of his skull. OTUNGA gets hit allowing WADE to pursue GABRIEL. Until OTUNGA quickly reenters the mix and stomps BARRETT out of the ring. Now OTUNGA has GABRIEL all to himself in the ring.

OTUNGA whips GABRIEL and clotheslines him twice before going for the pin. Only 2, and BARRETT is back in the ring. He tosses JUSTIN GABRIEL over the top rope and attacks OTUNGA with head butts and turnbuckle slams.

OTUNGA whips GABRIEL and clotheslines him twice before going for the pine. Only 2 and Barrett is back in. Tosses Justin over the ropes and attacks David with head butts and turnbuckle slams. Keeps Justin outside the ring. JERICHO is back at the announce table, screaming at Cole and Matthews to recognize the greatness of his rookie WADE BARRETT. Inside the ring, BARRETT sets up a suplex on OTUNGA but GABRIEL springboards over the top rope for the sunset flip cover. Only 2. Now Wade is tossed by OTUNGA and its Justin and David again. "The A-Lister" David Otunga backdrops Justin over the top rope onto Wade Barrett, who stands outside the ring. David follows them both outside and rolls Justin back in the ring. Only 2.

Justin on offense, kicks Wade again to make sure he stays outside of the ring. Scales the ropes to great anticipation from the crowd and absolutely nails David Otunga with the 450 splash!!! But Wade grabs Justin's ankle from outside the ring as he goes for the pin, and pulls him off Otunga and to the floor. Wade then quickly reenters the ring and PINS David Otunga!!! The A-Lister has been eliminated from the triple threat match!!!

Commercial break.

WADE is pounding on Gabriel in the ring, Abdominal stretch as the announcers recap their individual accomplishments during the season. Pros watch intently from the ramp. Big elbow drop from WADE. Whips Justin to the buckle but misses the running splash. Kicks from Justin soften Barrett up, and he hits the big man with his back roll counter into a spin kick. Justin tries to get the crowd engaged before hitting a Stinger splash in the corner and a springboard body block. Only 2. Barrett fights back and goes for his finisher, but Justin counters into a sunset flip. Jericho on the apron but Wade kicks out. STO from Justin, setting the big man up for the 450. Climbs ropes... launches the 450... but lands directly on Barretts knees! A spectacular counter to Justin's already injured ribs. Small package by Barrett gets the 3!!! WADE BARRETT wins the rookie triple threat match!!!

Jericho in ring to celebrate while the rest of the pros give modest applause and take notes. Wade Barrett wins the match!

Matt Striker on the ramp with the pros, calls for the huddle and asks for the first pros poll of the night. The pros congregate. Back to the announcers Cole and Matthews. More NXT Season 2 hype.

They throw it backstage to NXT Season 2 pro MVP who will be mentoring PERCY WATSON. Flamboyant bald headed black guy who acts fruity and obnoxious. A "self professed ladies man" who wears goofy red spectacles. Meanwhile the props ares still discussing the first elimination.



Commercial break.

ZACH RYDER Season 2 pro. Introducing TITUS O'NEIL. Big deep-voiced bald headed black guy who speaks cordially and looks like a WWE-styled beast. Back to host MATT STRIKER who has the three finalists lined up in the ring. He hits ringside where the eliminated rookies are sitting and ask them who they think should be eliminated.

TARVER chooses himself again. Striker then flips the script and asks them who they think should WIN.
DANIEL BRYAN (big pop) thinks Otunga can't wrestle and Justin can't talk, so WADE BARRETT should win.
SKIP SHEFFIELD "doesn't care" who should win NXT. Good pop for that.
DARREN YOUNG says WADE will win cuz he's built for it mentally and physically. He then heels on Dallas TX real quick and cheers on Wade to a chorus of boos.
HEATH SLATER (minor pop) says WADE will probably win (though he apologizes to the crowd for his answer). Finally it's pro poll time...

WADE #1
The bottom two step forward. More Striker/Seacrest hype. Dramatic pause. Drumroll...

OTUNGA #2!!!!

That means Justin Gabriel has been eliminated!!! He's given the mic where he says he's "Just a kid from South Africa living his dream". But this dream isn't over, so Justin promises to "keep coming back and keep coming back" till he makes it in this country. Showed some passion there. Promises to be world champion someday. Good pop. MATT HARDY gives him his props and Justin is ushered off the show.

Introducing LAY-COOL (first ever female pros). Their rookie is so "teeny tiny". Introducing KAVAL!!! Low-Ki!!! BROOKLYN BABY!!! Will love to see LAY-COOL try to make him "carry their belts". Exciting!

Commercial break.

NXT has been the #1 show on SyFy since it's debut.

Back to Mark Henry, Season 2 pro. Introducing LUCKY CANNON. Looks like Curt Hawkins with darker hair and a shoulder tat. Has a "very interesting story" we're going to want to hear about, promises COLE.

Back to the ring where WADE and OTUNGA are flanked by STRIKER. He announces a final rookie face off. 60 seconds to tell the other rookie why they should be eliminated, and why you should be the winner.

OTUNGA goes first and calls Wade ugly. "You don't intimidate anyone but your dentist". The only triple threat match Otunga wants to see is between Barrett "Aquafresh and Listerine" (minor chuckles from the audience). OTUNGA is the pretty boy. He's not so hot in the ring, but that can be taught. Not charisma.

It's Wade's turn, and he laces into him, saying he's a ratings killer. "I'm a fighter that's why I've got a broken nose". Disses Otunga's flexibility and agility. Add two letter in front of "IT factor" and that's Wade's opinion of OTUNGA. STRIKER calls for the final pros poll..

Introducing Season 2 pro KOFI KINGSTON. Son of WWE hall of Famer MR PERFECT. This man is gonna make his own mark. MICHAEL MCGILLICUTTY(???) Wrestling royalty. Ruthless aggression is back.

Commercial break.

Back to Cole and Matthews who say the voting for NXT Season 2 will be a little different. 50% pros 50% WWE universe. Back to the ring with Striker and the two finalists as the rest of the eliminated rookies look on glumly.

But the MIZ interrupts with a "very important announcement". He's back for Season 2!!! Takes another shot at Daniel Bryan. Introducing ALEX RILEY. Goofy preppy white boy. Looks like another Spirit Squader.

Finally STRIKER announces the last pros poll.

Regal suddenly starts congratulating Jericho, but R-Truth cuts in. Regal disses Jennifer Hudson! Punk agrees but Truth shuts him up. Regal congratulates Barrett again. Pros argue among themselves. Truth gets in Regals face. Regal begs him to do something. Truth jukes and jives and thrusts his hips toward Regal. now Christian jumps in and says Regal hasn't won a fight in years. Jericho tries to calm Regal down but they're talking over each other. Punk walks out. Jericho wants props for being the winning pro. Striker calls for order but Regal shouts him down again.

Back to the results...

....

WADE BARRETT is the winner!!! Announced at 11:01 EST. OTUNGA looks dejected. He gets the first interview. Thinks he's getting punked by Ashton Kutcher. Credits his wife for losing American Idol but being the biggest star that show ever saw. So OTUNGA is still the biggest break out star. Mic to BARRETT for his congratulatory promo. "The era of WADE BARRETT" is beginning. Cue Jericho's theme (Barrett never got the original theme song he "won" on one of the NXT competitions).



Replay of the intro package from the top of the show.

There was only one match (the triple threat) and it was sloppy and poorly timed. The build up for Season 2 was exciting and I'm already wondering where they're going with some of these new guys. I hope the Season One rejects don't get lost in the shuffle, as I'm a big fan of all of them - especially Michael Tarver. The dynamic between the pros was awesome, even though the pros line-up for Season 2 seems a little weak on paper. I thought of the three finalists DAVID OTUNGA "needed" the win the most, so it will be fun to see where things go from here now that Wade Barrett is the chosen one. Can't wait to see Kaval and Joe Hennig next week!!!

My Sacred Doctrine (the official Introduction)

What's up ya'll? Broadcasting live and direct under my government-issued I.D. we keeping it PG like WWE. Welcome to the blog and if you're reading this... you must be really bored.

My name is Jason Gillis and this is my story. If you're looking to kill a few minutes discussing eroneous and immature topics then you've come to the right place. We'll be touching on everything from action figures to magazines to STARZ to the latest UFC event. All with that impeccable and unavoidable J-Geezy swagger.

Special shout to my home squad THE G-TEAM, JJ-Monster and Distraction Jaxen. And of course the grand matriach, the queen B!!! My one and only AMGEEZY. Hold me tight, girl.

So tune in periodically for some inane rambling and bizarre philosophies. The team motto remains "live, laugh and love".

peace,

JG