Dikembe Mutombo: Paying Respect Where It's Due

This ain't got a damn thing to do with music, but I think it needs to be said. For those who don't know, NBA player (former all-star) and all-time great humanitarian Dikembe Mutumbo got hurt in a playoff game against the Portland Trail Blazers last night. The injury looks pretty bad, and sadly looks to be the end to a career that for all intents and purposes should have ended a long time ago. In his defense, Dikembe was still playing not because he was still leading the league in blocks at his ripe old age of 40 plus, but because he truly loved what he was doing. You add his passion for the sport to the AMAZING work his has done in the Congo, and he makes all these other athletes look like spoiled prima donna's, who are truly undeserving of the respect and admiration they receive. On a personal note, I got " Mount Mutombo's" autograph at Macy's in Lenox Mall back when he first came to the Hawks. Dude was buying his son some draws or something. I was like "that looks like Dikembe Mutombo!"...F your son and this uber personal and slightly awkward moment you are signing something for ya boy. He can get whitey tidy's any time, I don't meet NBA all-stars everyday. I got some paper from a cashier, and the large African giant signed my paper with a smile on his face. That smile quickly disappeared when I returned with three other people (female Macy's employees) who were too scared to ask for his autograph on their own. He was like " I sign for him already, I sign for your son!". I was like "chill 55, and take that base out of your voice when you speak to me". Well maybe I didn't say that exactly, but as I get older the story evolves. By time I'm 50, it will probably end with me donkey punching Mutombo into a Tommy Hilfiger display, then taking his place on the Hawks that night; Notching a quadruple double off the bench, and monkey poking a vicious two handed, reverse, 360, between the legs, wind mill slam all up in Karl Malone's grill. Needless to say it was a memorable experience, and I am sure I am not the only one with a good story to tell about one of the games all time great guys. Shout out to the big fella

More than Music, Greg Oden in the club

And to think I ever doubted Greg Oden was ready for the NBA. At first I thought stay, polish your talents, enjoy college. Then I saw this picture and realized Greg has the most important part of being a professional athlete down...groupie management. I apologize for any doubts I had prior to viewing this image, because he seems to be on the right track so far. I don't want to speculate, but Oden could be well on his way to following in the footsteps of all the great, hall of fame adulterers. Kobe, Shaq, Michael Jordan, Barry Bonds, Chipper Jones folks we are talkin all-time greats here and I see no reason why Greg cannot out shine them all. Now all he needs is an endorsement deal, and some illegitimate kids by this young impressionable white woman, and he is all set.

Greg, before you embark on your journey of debaucherous, hedonistic encounters only Wilt Chamberlin could compete with, I think you need to get acquainted with a few phrases. 1)"He or She is not mine" 2) " I told you them kids ain't mine, so I ain't payin!"and of course the inevitable...3) "How much do I owe exactly?". Number 3 is key because you will not only be saying it to your future baby mamas, but also your lawyer, judges and whatever random skeezers, hoochies, hussies, impudent m.i.l.f's and snaggle-toothed smuts you have to pay to keep their mouths shut. Also remember one or two illegitimate kids is fine, shit who doesn't have one or five of those things floating around someplace. But lets not turn into Shawn Kemp son, More than 10 is really just ridiculous. God speed, and happy baby makin!