#MNR: BETTOR'S LUCK< GOD'S FAVOR

#MNR: BETTOR’S LUCK < GOD’S FAVOR

“My little thug selling drugs and he struggling, the game got him bugging. I’m trying to him slow down, cousin.”
Big Noyd

The northeast was slammed with a nor’easter this past weekend, dumping ridiculous amounts of snow along the way. Boston was the recipient of the greatest snowfall it has EVER seen, recording 23.6” a couple days ago. Atlantic City set a new record for the 29th day of January, recording 14”. Manhattan’s Central Park also set a snowfall record for 1.29, reporting 7.3” of snow. Thousands of flights were cancelled, from JFK to LaGuardia to Logan. Power outages numbered in the hundreds of thousands. Freezing temperatures persist throughout the region. In typical northeast fashion, most areas are back to normal this Monday morning. If only the snow could have come last night. Perhaps, maybe…we’d have a snow day. Perhaps I could still be in bed, resting blissfully. Maybe I’d be in my wrestling suit, enjoying a cone of Gelatti and some coffee while watching Uncle Shay and Skip or maybe I’d be somewhere in Los Santos getting my paper and rank up. But…yeah…I almost forgot. School would probably still be in session…on the computer. Damn it, virtual…

David Ortiz, three-time World Series champion, was selected for induction into the Baseball Hall of Fame last week. Ortiz, affectionately known as “Big Papi,” was the heart and soul of the Boston Red Sox (along with Dustin Pedroia) during his tenure in Beantown. He was renowned as a premier power and clutch hitter, earning the distinction of being the consensus best designated hitter of all time. A ten-time All-Star, Papi finished his career .286/541/1,768 with a WAR (wins above replacement) of 55.3. He was MVP of the 2013 World Series. Congratulations, Big Papi. You deserved your induction call. You were an amazing talent that always gave maximum effort while always maintaining that effervescent smile and positive disposition. You [personally] stuck a fork in my Yankees from 2004 until you hung your spikes up (except for ’09). Salute.

Now that I’ve given Papi his full and just respect, it’s imperative that I speak on the atrocity of failing to induct two of the best to ever play the game, Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens. This was their last year of eligibility on the writers’ ballots. Yeah, sure, I get it. Steroids, yadda, yadda, yadda…that’s utter bullshit. Major League Baseball knew EXACTLY what was going on. Commissioner Bud Selig knew. Shit, ask good ole George W. He knew that his old club, the Texas Rangers (W owned the team for years), featured a few players whose names were consistently mentioned in the “juicing” discussions. Mark and Sammy saved the sport in ’99 (wink, wink). We also know that players used amphetamines for DECADES. “Greenies” weren’t Red Bulls or 5-Hour Energy drinks. They were performance-enhancing drugs. Blame game aside, you can take away ALL of the statistics that come into question for having been achieved during the juicing era and both Bonds and Clemens would STILL be solidified as sure-shot HOF inductees. There are scores of men who have plaques in the Hall (I’ve been, and I have pictures of my favorite players’ plaques) that were not the best men from a subjective standpoint. Ultimately, I feel that the reason Bonds and Clemens (throw in Curt Schilling) are not HOFers is because of their ornery attitudes toward the media. They never kissed ass and they weren’t dick eaters. They never buddied up with the writers. They even exploded (allegedly) a time or two. Baseball writers are notorious for carrying grudges. Snubbing Barry and Rocket Man was their greatest “fuck you” in recent memory. I specifically left any type of shade out of the last paragraph because I wanted to give Papi his just praise. I did. But I’ll leave you with this. Regardless of what you saw with your own eyes, neither Barry nor Roger ever failed a drug test. Papi failed one in 2003.

(DROPS MIC AND WALKS OFF STAGE)

PS: For all you Brainy Smurf ass niggas who can’t wait to say, “But what about the veteran’s committee?” They hate Barry and Roger worse than the writers. Perhaps they’re justified in their feelings. But if you ask me, it’s because they know in their hearts that Barry and Roger were better ball players – with or without juice. It is what it is. Shoeless Joe, Charlie Hustle, Barry, Rocket Man – shit, we may be headed toward building a whole other HOF for the players Cooperstown refuse to induct. I’m also including the great Maury Wills because the other Hall won’t (for reasons unbeknownst to many).

It came across my desk that earlier today, six Historically Black Colleges and Universities were recipients of bomb threats. Southern, Howard, Bethune-Cookman, Albany State, Bowie State, and Delaware State were all forced to lockdown and/or shelter-in-place for a time. Luckily, the threats were bogus, just like the first set of calls on 1.5 that involved Howard and a couple other schools. As an alumnus of an HBCU (1865 Panther Pride), the threats hit close to home. As an educator, I can do one better. About five or six years ago, my school (job) received about four or five bomb threats, including calls for three consecutive weeks. After the first two we ended up either taking the quarter mile walk to one of the elementary schools or going to the nearby middle school gymnasium, depending on the location of our classrooms. Prayerfully, none of the threats were real. But each call meant calling in the boys to sweep the building. It also meant pissing off everyone involved. It was what it was. What a crazy world we live in.

DAMN IT MAN

I got an alert from my Capital One Credit Wise app in the wee hours of Saturday morning that my precious Social Security Number had popped up on the dark web. Aww damn (Marty Mart voice)!!! I was (more) nervous den a hooker in church. I was nervous den a MF who got a C+ on their HIV test. I was nervous den a street and/or drill rapper’s videographer (IYKYK). I worked too hard for this 772 I’m holding down for the loan for our mortgage in 2.5. I kept reading. Guess what? The data leak came from MF T-Mobile, from the huge ass leak they had last August that made the press. The irony? I haven’t been a T-Mobile subscriber in damn near a decade. Those fuckers kept my info on deck all these years just to have it taken during a MF data leak. Fuck you T-Mobile. Fuck you with a sick dick. PS: I immechiately put a temporary fraud alert out to the credit bureaus. I work too hard for my royalties (Greg Nice voice). Stay on point with your personal info y’all. It’s nasty outchea.

I’m tied (tired). I’ll see y’all MF next Monday. Stay dangerous.

RIP NAS BLIXKY

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