No Show, No Rodents
Hey folks, unfortunately there will not be a show today. When I found out we weren’t doing one this morning, I was so angry, I went out, climbed some trees, and fought every squirrel I could find. Man, I hate those things. We apologize for the couple hiccups lately. Try and hang in with us for the stretch run; we’ll be back tomorrow.
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Dude, how could I possibly be mad at the guys that gave me “Scal Says”? Hope all’s well in Jonestown, and I look forward to your triumphant return to the tubewaves.
I can’t wait to see what white bench player comes up with a rap for tomorrow’s show…they always seem to drop the day after a canceled show.
@ settons: I smell an offseason version of “People’s Book It” there.
Undoubtedly recording an exclusive track by the Birdman dissing Timothy Deucecans
wah wah…. can we have the nexst show devoted to how much of a BITCH jordn fartmar is?
no show. no problem. i’ll just throw on the new album i bought. dr. rivers “celtic chronic ‘08″
written and produced by the doc himself. wooo wooo. gangsta shitz. thought you guys may want to know this: uh, scal?…stole docs beats.
Cuttin’ the show together 5 times a week, oh wait
Tassos strong. He beat squirrel.
Justin not strong. Squirrel beat him.
days go by, and still no retaliation from lebron. not even from boobie or soulja boy. maybe they know. maybe they know, if they hate on scal…..docs gonna bust a cap. man i bet lebron wishes he was in new york right now. marbury and z-bo would have his back. and dont tell me david lee wouldnt fuck scals shit up.
maybe zeke could come back and lend a verse or a track….make it happen jones, and i’ll buy the album
I knew you boys shot your wad with the Scal rap.
Question to ponder for the show, which block over the weekend was better? Prince on Evans during the Piston/Magic game or Price on Walton during the LA/Utah game?? They were both sweet, but I have to go with Prince since Evans was elevating for a two handed DUNK, not a weak ass layup. Both were really sweet though!
Q Dog
@ Q Dog: How about LeBron’s doozy on Rondo from Saturday night, when he fully cupped the ball against the backboard like David Thompson looking to throw down a windmill? Flat-out absurd.
I wonder if we’re in store for JJ Redick rappin against RIP or Sheed?
Devine: I didn’t see the Cavs/Cs game, too busy playing Addams Family pinball! Will have to look it up.
@ Q Dog: Look no further.
I’m waiting for 12 Inches of (Eric) Snow.
I’m feeling sort of Matt Harpring-ish dissing Rony Turiaf. In case you didn’t see his blow-up after that flagrant. Or, he could hype up Ronnie Brewer before he attempts to jump an Aston Martin. Or, in terms of Brewer’s paycheck, a Camry.
my day is RUINED!*
(*may not be true)
I’m not gonna lie, I might’ve hit the “Refresh” button more than 20 times or so today…
I was so bored I decided to go and give the ESPN podcasts another shot. I should have just given my balls a brazilian wax, it would have been less painful to bear.
I did notice a kind of disturbing video there, NBA Daily Dime: May 12th about Chris Paul where he shows off his pad and the guest room he has for when various opposing players come play in town and sleep over at his place.
They then have every Hornets starter give a comment about this practive even Stojakovic says that while he hooks up with his ‘paisans’ over food and booze when they come to town, he never has them stay over for little sleepovers (unless Jaric brings the litte miss over I guess).
This is not Karl Malone creepy.
NBA players having pyjama parties among themselves (with no groupies) is only creepy lite.
CP3 does have a girlfriend, right?
Because the only thing I remember about Paul in college was that he was suspended for grabbing Julius Hodges balls. He also likes bowling and that the family has some kind of sickly/cutesy common theme to all the names like the Kardashians.
If we hear him whistling show tunes during time outs, I’m outing him.
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Hey Tyrone Shoelaces (if that IS your real name…), CP3 does play in Nawlins…hotbed of Jazz. and you know what that means:
Jazz hands!
A…..A…Amaechiiiiiiiiiiiiii!