Funny Nike commercial that cleverly plays about Lebron's ritual abuse of game talc. It's awkwardly a bit too long (they should have shaved a few seconds off), and I didn't realize that was supposed to be Kobe until the second watch. Entertaining nonetheless.
In the public eye, baseball has officially been tarnished now that sweet-swingers Manny Ramirez and Alex Rodriguez allegedly performance-enhanced their way to years of gaudy statistics. And though I love the game of baseball (played it for 10 years), Manny and A-Rod, I ain't mad atcha.
Before we point the finger, consider how many of us habitually drink coffee or smoke cigarettes just so we can make it through the day or increase our productivity and earn our modest salary. Now imagine if the stakes were higher, much higher...to the tune of $25 million per year. These players have an obligation to perform at the highest level. Is it that unbelievable that they would take a drug to enable that level of play? I think not. Everybody "juices" on some level.
I'm especially feeling this right now as I've been mulling over getting a few more tattoos. Some considerations: my birth year on my wrist since I just lost my driver's license and the DMV is lagging in mailing me the paperwork to request a re-issue or "Megatron" on my bicep. Ink my whole body...I don't give a mutha-fuck.
This is what happens when the only Popeye's franchise in the state of Minnesota does not honor their nationally-advertised 8 piece/$4.99 special. Ok, I've gotten past my astonishment from black people's willingness to profess their undying love for fried chicken on TV. What I don't understand though, is from a logistical perspective, how there's only one Popeye's in Minnesota. What's the business sense in having a distribution pipeline to a single store? Typically, franchising in an uncharted territory requires a multi-store commitment. Trust me...I tried to bring several BoJangles to the state of California.