Duh, b!tches

So the work laptop froze up on me about 3 seconds before I was about to hit the publish button. I even had an ill quote from a Nas joint as the title, but now I don't even feel like finding that shT again. I had written a nice little ditty about the emotional duress I had to endure whilst tryingto enjoy a nice evening of basketball. But I've lost the mojo to retype what I said so to summarize. Grown a$$ men need to act like grown a$$ men. Leave the pride, the ego, the jealousy, and the tough-guy shT at the door. This goes to both REESE and ALEX, who both acted like some bona-fide d!ckheads tonight and ruined the mood. There's too much other drama going ion for me to have two break up a fight twice and bear-hug someone while pinning their arms backwards to prevent further scuffling. Yup...tonight's games sucked because of you two. This ain't Norfolk, Almont, Franklin Field, or Washington Park. Leave that dumb shT alone. Comprende, muthafuqas?