Alright sexy ladies and funky beer-drinking redneck gentleman who read the Train Daddy’s article, its time to roll out of the station once again.
Basketball is just a game?teamwork, unity and love, lots of practice, trust and a whole lot of heart: all of these are qualities make just a game, well, more of a way of life.
I have some passion for the sport of basketball, but compared to football it’s just the ugly stepchild. Football is a beautiful goddess that men lust over; basketball is hot, but she ain’t coming home to meet my mama!
But this is the time basketball shines?playoff time baby! There’s just one thing that tickles my pickle about it?it’s focused on the Kobes the King James and the Shaq Daddys. As far as media and fans are concerned it’s not about the teams but instead “how many will the King throw up tonight?”
The NFL has it stars but when it comes to games and teams, we match up every aspect of the team?defense, offense, special teams, coaching, the atmosphere of the home team’s fans, every little aspect. That is why all sports in America can bow down to the best sport in the country.
How about the 12-year-old boy who Big Baby skimmed after a game-winning shot? This boy’s father called Davis a raging animal who has no respect for fans’ safety. Big Baby obviously didn’t intend to run into the boy.
How about Mark Cuban allegedly telling Kenyon Martin’s mama her son and the players for the Nuggets were thugs? OK?don’t talk smack to a grown man’s mama.
It was a bad call at the end that lost it for Cuban’s team. Mr. Cuban, to his credit, is a hell of a fan, and sports fans are all good in my book. People don’t pull the race card on this either as I have heard some ESPN analysts try. I’ve heard Mark Cuban referred to as the wild cracker boy who skims the sidelines, and no one says anything about it except a little chuckle.
The Train tells it how it is.
So my man Mr. Mayo is to be a daddy soon, and when Lil’ Bracken Jr. enters the world it’s on. We’ve already constructed a complex in the backyard and are ready to turn him into a football-playing beast. We will make millions off his skills and, yes, he will be ready to be the next head-stomping Captain. Like I say, peace out folks, and if you see a hater, stomp him in the head while he’s down.
