Throwback to the future, retro jerseys are the wave of the eventual. It has been a trend for almost a decade now for retro jerseys to be used as an alternate jersey in all 4 major U.S. sports. Now it’s getting to the point where the primary jersey for a team is either a throwback or designed with a retro perspective. The Ottawa Senators jersey above is designed by a Senators fan on a mission to get the retro look of the early 20th century squad to replace the current jersey choice. There are about 1000 signatures on a petition to make the jersey transition happen, which is so Canadian it’s not even funny. In my extensive experience I’ve found that Canadians are hella apolitical and lack passion to a certain extent. Hence, Canada lets the U.S. dictate their domestic policies, however when it comes to hockey, look out!
Ottawa rapper Belly would be all about rocking the Senators jersey, unfortunately they don’t make it in a XXXXL yet. Belly is another exhibition of Canadian misplaced passion. The rap scene in Canada can be very unique, much of that is due to the strong Carribean roots that Afro-Canadians have. Patois and Jamaican lexicon combined with a Dancehall and Soca base can lead to some dope Canuck rap. However, Belly is a sure shot example of what goes horribly wrong when Canadian MC’s attempt to co-opt the steez of their American counterparts. Not exactly balling, not exactly gangsta, not exactly lyrically talented. Belly just wears the costume and hopes for the best, talk about a worthy petition, how about a petition to replace Belly’s pens and pads with Slimfast shakes and fruit bars?
The 2009 NBA Draft just passed and I personally couldn’t be more elated. Sixers drafted a high character stud in Jrue Holiday; he will be our floor general in the post-Miller era. The NBA has had it’s fair share of disappointments, none out of Westwood as infamous as Ed O’Bannon. A stud at UCLA, O’Bannon bailed from the L battered and beaten after 2 years of uninspired play for the Nets. There is nothing more frustrating than watching somebody fail at fulfilling their promise when it comes to something they enjoy. Though this frustration is often manifested in the world of sport, hip hop has its examples. Remember AZ? Member of The Firm and of Illmatic fame, AZ was an MC on the come up in the mid-90′s. Doe or Die was a tight album, but he’s been unable to shake off the fluctuating stigma that comes with being known as Nas’s right hand man. Got a better example of a underachieving MC? Gimme Yours…
Drazen Petrovic was the illest white player to have ever played in the NBA. He would still to this day eat Steve Nash for breakfast on the court. Seeing him play briefly on the Nets with Derrick Coleman and Kenny Anderson was a moment of sports bliss for me. I challenge you readers to come up with a more impressive three headed monster during their prime. Before you haters get it twisted, peep Petrovic’s stats during his last years with the Nets and maybe even a few Youtube clips. Tragically Drazen died in a high speed car crash in Germany on June 7th 1993, he was 28 years old. For many significant people in basketball it was a devastating blow.
Willis Reed, the Nets’ general manager, wept as he said it was like “losing a son.
Said Net Coach Chuck Daly, struggling with his emotions: “I never had a player, other than Dennis Rodman, who worked as hard as he did.”
Respect. When it comes to the hip hop world and finding an equivalent character, no lie, it was difficult. Hard working hereos who died tragically in their prime are more the world of lore than earth. However, I nominate MC Trouble for consideration. Why? Because to be the first female rapper signed to Motown, you must be working hard. And she certainly died on the cusp of her prime. MC Trouble passed away suddenly due to a seizure in 1991, she was 21 years old.
Back in the day the N.E. Patriots were the LA Clippers of the NFL, a laughing stock beyond laughter. However, Andre Tippet was a Patriot you could be proud of. Finishing his career with an aesthetically pleasing 100 sacks, the Hall of Fame was very much a no brainer for Tippet. Whether it be racking up quarterback sacks in Boston or chopping sacks of White Girl all over Atlanta, you can bet these hustlers got paid. T.I. a tad more than Tippet, but then again, Tippet never had to worry about butt plugs and picking up soap in showers.
I sometimes ponder the validity of baseball as a “sport”, any sport where John Kruk, Babe Ruth, and Kirby Puckett are deemed superstars raises my eyebrows. Shit, Big Pun would have probably been a Triple Crown candidate a la Ryan Howard and Prince Fielder. Either way, Puckett was a legend, a character to treasure in “sports” memory. Seriously though, Big Pun in a Twins uniform, that would be dope.
Believe it or not I spelt Thunder Dan’s name right the first time on Google search. I have a theory that there are Caucasian players in the NBA who exist on rosters as part of a strategy by Stern to keep racial parity in the league. My evidence is exhibited most appropriately in the case of Coby Karl, Luke Walton, and Brian Scalabrine. Dan Majerle is NOT one of these slices of moldy Wonder Bread. Yeah I pulled it, the race card is my stalwart…
Manny Ramirez to this day raves about his days in Cleveland, saying there was no other city he has enjoyed playing in more. The reason for the Midwest love is directly related to the fact that it was a low key city in regards to their sports, and Manny was left alone, Manny got to be Manny. He would have nutted his pants to play in Montreal! In the year 2000 Vlad hit .345 w/ 44 Homeruns and 123 RBI’s for the Expos, however if you asked your average Montrealite who Vladimir Guerrero was, the response would have been along the lines of “merd, je ne sais pas! tu imbecile, baseball est tres mal!” Boy! That’s Bad!
Manute Bol was tall. Big L was, well BIG, big enough to have taken over this rap game and probably end some careers before they even started. Peep one of his few music video’s from Big L’s debut solo album, Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous, which was released on March 28, 1995. Big L was shot to death in Harlem on February 15th 1999. R.I.P.