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The Bro Code - Volume Two Tags: Bro Code
I had been wanting to start a new Bro Code for a while, after what I saw today I felt now was as good a time as any. I've got two that are big time Bro Code violations! Since its been a while since we last did this I'm sure we can come up with some really good offenses against the Bro Code!

1) Guys who lay poolside all by themselves should never, under any circumstances use their cell phone to take pictures of themselves to post online.

2) Any guy who uses Foursquare should get his Man card revoked for using it, and needs a smack in the head when he shares what he posts on Facebook so everyone knows he just left the QuikMart with a coffee and $10 in gas. Really dude? We not only don't give a shit but now we all know you long to be mayor of the local gas and go. That's pitiful.
NBA FLOPPERS VS NHL HITTERS
Category: FEATURED
Tags: LeBron James Miami Heat Zdeno Chara Boston Bruins Flopping James Fined

 

On May 14th LeBron James (or as I like to call him - LeDouche) after being accused of flopping went on record as saying he not only doesn't need to flop but he wouldn't know how to do it in the first place. Really? Then what was that $5,000 fine for flopping, a mistake in judgment by an NBA referee? Was it the constant jeers from Pacer fans and just about anyone else who has to sit through a Heat game watching the never ending head grabbing, writhing in pain, rolling around on the floor like they've suffered an assassination attempt from merely being bumped? Are these guys really that soft at 7 feet tall that they can't take a bump from another 7 footer? I'm of the opinion that if you get fouled and roll around the floor like a school yard pussy who had his lunch money taken away then you need to go to the bench and sit out of the game until the next time the whistle blows, or you're cleared by the team neurological staff or maybe the Academy Award Committee for the performance displayed for all to see on TV, there just might be an Emmy or Oscar in their future. 

So I got to thinking how much of a joke the NBA really has turned into and how babied these so-called athletes are. I saw footage today of Bird stealing Isaiah Thomas' inbound pass that he fed to Dennis Johnson for the game winning layup and it reminded me of how many times that Larry Bird gave us his best Fred Lynn impression by diving into tables and running over spectators to save a ball from going out of bounds, how often do you see that type of effort in today's game? To this day Bird suffers from awful back and leg problems but I bet if you were to ask him if he knew then what he knows now about how he'd be living his golden years he'd tell you he wouldn't change a thing, because it's how you play the game. The man was a competitor of the highest level, he put the team ahead of himself and his body, backed up his talk with results that often times made opponents look foolish. Even when hurt he didn't NOT go to the All-Star game to defend his 3-point shooting title like the prima donna's do now who suffer from the mysterious injuries that plague them only in February, like those debilitating "turf toe" injuries, or a bruised knee...pansies. What's the point of even having an All-Star game when only a handful of rookies show up and the "Stars of the Game", you know, the guys making 8 digit salaries are sitting on the sidelines in their $20,000 suits, that's if they even bother to show up. They don't give a shit about the fans, they care about their endorsement deals and being hurt can lead to those checks from coming in. Hell, most of the top NBA players make more money off the court than they ever will on it. Why? What is it they offer society that warrants making more money than most physicians will ever dream of and they save lives? I realize that slam dunking a ball through a hoop at 7 feet tall is a tremendous athletic feat, and it requires chest thumping and loud roars and growls at fans because it feeds their ego and shows the crowd, "Look at me, look at how I just slammed that ball...I'M AWESOME"!!! Yeah, they're a legend in their own minds is what they are. And LeBron is the head of all legends. I won't say KING? I'll never acknowledge that tool as KING of anything other than the KING of FLOPPERS and the KING who guaranteed he didn't' have to wait for or work for a championship like most of the greats, he took the approach used by the heads of the Five Families. He held a meeting in Miami with potential players for the Heat along with the "Don", Dwayne Wade and they assembled this team to win not one, not two, not 3 but 6 or 7 championships...no, not much ego there, besides the fact he took the easy way out and eveyone looks the other way becuase he's the NBA Poster Boy. Fuck Him!

So let's take a look at two athletes who are at the top of their game, LeDouche James, the flopping MVP and Zdeno Chara. Both have won championships recently. One dishes out hits, plays hurt, averages over 30 minutes of ice time at the age of 36, stands 6"9 and weighs 255 lbs., LeDouche is 6'8", 250 lbs and he's only 28 years old. 

The videos don't lie...her'es LeDouche flopping all over the place like a fish out of water, in one clip he even winks after getting a flagrant foul called on an opponent, BUT, he doesn't FLOP! The Chara video speaks for itself...and keep in mind when you're watching this how much more he energy he exerts playing, and he isn't afraid to take a hit and one thing you'll never see is him whining or crying, or writhing on the ice from a fake injury. As for salaries, James makes 19 million a year, Chara makes $8 million. If I had the money I'd offer LeDocuhe 19 million to lace up the skates for just one 20 minute period of ice time with Chara...then he'd really have something to cry and flop about!!!

 

 

Did you notice that Chara never backed away from a fight, or a hit, he never whined or cried? Did you happen to see that when he was hit or blindsided he didn't roll on the ice waiting for a trainer but instead went after the guy who did it and made sure that he dished out a beating the guy wouldn't forget...EVER? In fact the guy who got his head caved in probably came up with an excuse to miss the next road trip to Boston or asked to be a healthy scratch just to avoid meeting up with the Chara again. But remember, James is the same size and weight as Chara, is 8 years younger, makes over double what Chara does and all he does is slam a ball through a hoop when he's not flopping or crying about being fouled or breathed on wrong. The NBA...pussies need only apply! 

NY KNICKS...CLASSLESS TOOLS
Category: NBA
Tags: NY Knicks Carmelo Anthony Boston Celtics Paul Pierce Kevin Garnett Boston Marathon

Just when I thought I couldn't hate basketball anymore than I already do a team does something that stands out and shouts…"Yeah, We're Douche Bags". For the second game in a row the NY Knicks all showed up at MSG wearing black suits for what they described was the Celtics funeral. Now this is hardly the first time we've seen a team be cocky or more than arrogant predicting a win in a series or a championship game. I remember Anthony Smith from the Steelers talking shit about how he guaranteed they were going to knock off the Patriots in a playoff game. That not only didn't work out too well for Pittsburgh, but I think Anthony Smith is the guy that asks what scent you want at the car wash now. The Texans went to New England wearing Varsity jackets and found out that doing something like to the Patriots is a sure way to be embarrassed on national TV by Brady and Co. 

But with what just happened in Boston at the Marathon this move was extremely tasteless. Given the hospitalization of a number of victims, the loss of life, the still unfinished business of searching for suspects and the motive of this cowardly act, not to mention 3 more arrests were made the same day of this game this really disgusted me. How did this work out for the arrogant douche bags? Not so good, again…the Celtics forced a game 6 back in Boston. I don't give a hoot about basketball and it's predetermined winners, but I can't think for a minute that Kevin Garnett and Paul Pierce heard this and had anything positive to say about it the first time around, but doing it twice, this just makes you look like a bunch of fuckin' morons and you could have just motivated this old guard to eliminate your ass out of principal…oh how I'd love for this to play out that way. It would be the best UP YOURS card ever for that punk Carmelo Anthony, and you can bet he's going to hear it at the Gahden on Friday night. 
But let's get real, the NBA and their predetermined winners protocol will never allow this to happen. I'll say it right now, if the referees start to see the Celtics overtaking the Knicks they'll be blowing whistles on Garnett and Pierce and forcing them to the bench so the Knicks can easily redeem themselves, because the NBA wants to work the Knicks into a matchup with the Heat. It won't matter if it happens in game 6 or game 7… but I'll say game 7 because it's what works best for the wallets of all concerned. 

Regardless of how this plays out, the Knicks put on a demonstration of arrogance that's so rampant in the NBA it's the reason it has become known for a bunch chest thumping punks, acting like their dunks are some great feat, or that they sunk a free throw and it was another act of outstanding athleticism. You run up and down a court and throw ball through a hoop, not much intelligence here, and not much competition when it really boils down to one or two key guys, the rest are a bunch of role playing schmucks who never get any credit from the prima donna's who make the bucks. This league is a complete joke.

Deep Thoughts 4/24/13
Category: FEATURED
 
Hello and welcome to another Wednesday of deep thoughts. I will be up front and let you know that there won’t be much discussion of sports in my blog this week. With the recent events, it has been a struggle to pay much attention to the sports world.
 
I knew him as Luckey. His parents were very close friends of my parents and although I never knew Luckey as an adult, our lives were intertwined though birth and friendships. With my dad out of town, Luckey’s parents stepped in to help when my mom went into labor with my brother. Since I was only 18 months old, Luckey’s dad stayed at home with me and his mom took my mom to the hospital. As fate would have it, she would become a patient as well with Luckey making an early appearance. Lucky’s family moved away a few years later, but I hired his dad several times when my big band was still playing. He was a wonderful piano and tenor player that played with an eloquent understated style that left you leaning in to hear more.
 
I did not know until recently that Luckey was a firefighter in Dallas. In fact, he was a captain in the Dallas fire department. Fate…do you ever wonder why? As I have grown older, I sometimes find myself remembering past events and thinking why I made choices or if I was just following a path laid out by a larger hand. Luckey was visiting friends last Thursday in West, Texas when word of a fire at the fertilizer plant reached Luckey. Although he was off work, he felt the volunteers would need help with the dangerous nature of the chemicals at the fertilizer plant. He had only five minutes to help before the plant exploded. Have you ever noticed how may people flee from trouble? Luckey was not that guy. He was the guy headed toward the trouble. In a world sadly lacking for heroes, Boston and West are reminders that they still exist. I am sad that I will never be able to get to know Luckey the adult, because it is obvious that he was a great man. I am sad for Luckey’s wife and three boys. I am sad for his sister Ann and his mom and dad.
 
I got a call from my son’s head coach last Friday. He wanted to give me a heads up that my son had been selected as male athlete of the year for his high school. To be honest, I was surprised and very proud. The coach told me that he always chose dual sport athletes and Blake was the best choice. For those that think they must chose one sport and “specialize” to be successful…I say bunk! It is hard to believe, but Friday is my son’s last high school baseball game of the season. The Westwood team won’t make the playoffs, but has had a good time playing the spoiler. Now that the season is almost over, I will post a few pictures and videos next week.
 
I happened to read that someone stole Barry Bonds HR plague from AT&T Park. All that remains of he plaque is some white glue on the wall. Too bad it was not clear glue, it would actually be very fitting.

I apologize for not bringing any deep thoughts for sports today, but honestly…I just did not have it in me.

That’s all I have for today, Thanks for stopping by and feel free to leave a few deep thoughts of your own.
 
I will add a picture later.

Jeff
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Hello and welcome to another Wednesday of deep thoughts. I will be up front and let you know that there won’t be much discussion of sports in my blog this week. With the recent events, it has been a struggle to pay much attention to the sports world.
 
I knew him as Luckey. His parents were very close friends of my parents and although I never knew Luckey as an adult, our lives were intertwined though birth and friendships. With my dad out of town, Luckey’s parents stepped in to help when my mom went into labor with my brother. Since I was only 18 months old, Luckey’s dad stayed at home with me and his mom took my mom to the hospital. As fate would have it, she would become a patient as well with Luckey making an early appearance. Lucky’s family moved away a few years later, but I hired his dad several times when my big band was still playing. He was a wonderful piano and tenor player that played with an eloquent understated style that left you leaning in to hear more.
 
I did not know until recently that Luckey was a firefighter in Dallas. In fact, he was a captain in the Dallas fire department. Fate…do you ever wonder why? As I have grown older, I sometimes find myself remembering past events and thinking why I made choices or if I was just following a path laid out by a larger hand. Luckey was visiting friends last Thursday in West, Texas when word of a fire at the fertilizer plant reached Luckey. Although he was off work, he felt the volunteers would need help with the dangerous nature of the chemicals at the fertilizer plant. He had only five minutes to help before the plant exploded. Have you ever noticed how may people flee from trouble? Luckey was not that guy. He was the guy headed toward the trouble. In a world sadly lacking for heroes, Boston and West are reminders that they still exist. I am sad that I will never be able to get to know Luckey the adult, because it is obvious that he was a great man. I am sad for Luckey’s wife and three boys. I am sad for his sister Ann and his mom and dad.
 
I got a call from my son’s head coach last Friday. He wanted to give me a heads up that my son had been selected as male athlete of the year for his high school. To be honest, I was surprised and very proud. The coach told me that he always chose dual sport athletes and Blake was the best choice. For those that think they must chose one sport and “specialize” to be successful…I say bunk! It is hard to believe, but Friday is my son’s last high school baseball game of the season. The Westwood team won’t make the playoffs, but has had a good time playing the spoiler. Now that the season is almost over, I will post a few pictures and videos next week.
 
I happened to read that someone stole Barry Bonds HR plague from AT&T Park. All that remains of he plaque is some white glue on the wall. Too bad it was not clear glue, it would actually be very fitting.

I apologize for not bringing any deep thoughts for sports today, but honestly…I just did not have it in me.

That’s all I have for today, Thanks for stopping by and feel free to leave a few deep thoughts of your own.
 
I will add a picture later.

Jeff
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