ride or die or do both nigga,ride to the death,
ill acapella the whole left side of his chest

i cant put the jewels on without no chrome, i cant rock these Ice Cream’s without the Cold Stone’s,im so focused get on some long nose shit,and ill have the goons surround u on some rose shit

Damn Eric, is it that serious? Lol…

I’ve actually been listening to TC3 a lot since I wrote this post. “3Peat” and “Shoot Me Down” are fire. Other than that though, my sentiments still stand…

I really prefer not to talk about how tortured I am as a Philadelphia fan because, as you can see, it brings out a side of me that I prefer to keep hidden away. Still, your turncoatism is downright disgraceful and will not be tolerated. Moreover, the fact that you can speak about it so flippantly reflects the fact that you never really cared about Philadelphia sports in the first place. You, not having spent your entire life in Philadelphia, don’t know what its like to have NO CHOICE but to root for Philly teams. If I decided to switch to the Cowboys on a whim, I would be killed by my Philadelphia brethren, literally. Dead. haha

Regarding Wilson Goode: I draw the comparison not to make a comment on Goode’s intelligence relative to that of Obama. I agree that Obama is probably a good bit smarter than Goode. I tend to think, however, that intelligence has very little bearing on the course executive governance takes. I merely make the comparison because it is a useful example of how the “first Black (insert executive elective office of any level here)” does not mean “progress.” I mean, the MOVE bombing may have been a direct result of Goode’s stupidity (most people could have probably foreseen that dropping a bomb in a residential neighborhood was not the brightest of ideas), but the fact that conditions for the city’s poor/minority residents did not improve are related to deeper structural issues and also the nature of Goode’s governing regime. Similarly, Obama’s neo-liberal agenda does not get at these structural roots of inequality.

Eric: I am mad at you for comparing Barack Obama to Wilson Goode (he was an idiot!).
I feel you, though, on the tortured Philadelphia fan tip. Philly teams pretty much suck (most of the time). I was on board with the Eagles for quite quite a while actually… but after the T.O. fiasco I have since decided to root for the Cowboys (just to be obnoxious).

Paul: I am glad you corrected your statement because Bert was whack. He was way too cynical and always bringing Ernie down. I used to find myself thinking, “Damn, Bert! Can Ernie live?” Furthermore, I had a pretty intense argument with one of my classmates in grade school, sparked by Burt’s continued use of “fishes” instead of “fish”. A kid swore on his little life that “fishes” was the correct plural for fish because he saw it on Sesame Street and only a “dumb girl” would think “fish” could mean more than one fish (an argument about which I am still a little bitter).

Thus, when the surprising 2001 Philadelphia 76ers led by the electrifying Allen Iverson marched their way into the finals–where they were widely expected to be swept–and stole the first game from the Kobe-Shaq Lakers dynasty in an OT thriller, naturally, the city was ecstatic.

Even though we knew we would be lucky to win another (which we did not) this win was one of the high water marks in Philadelphia sports history since 1983 and certainly the best Philadelphia sports memory I have. In Philadelphia we are forced to celebrate such small victories because they are, after all, all we’ve got.

You, on the other hand, are spoiled and will never be able to understand the pain and agony that go hand-in-hand with rooting for Philadelphia teams. In fact, I think it is this fact that goes a long way towards explaining why we are such a miserable, terrible people.

2. Eric: Lakers STEPPING OVER the 6ers in 5 games > any step AI has ever taken

4. Paul: You can’t dunk from the foul line, and you call yourself a basketball fan??? Get on my level yo…

If Eugene Debs came back from the dead I would gladly vote for him.