SAN ANTONIO, TX–Now that the smoke has cleared and all of the foolishness is out of the way we can finally concentrate on basketball. Both Villanova and Michigan went down to San Antonio and took care of business on Saturday to advance to Monday’s National Title Game.
Michigan got rid of the Loyola-Chicago like they were supposed to and Villanova sprinted through Kansas like wet toilet paper. So in essence we’ve got the best TEAM and the hottest TEAM left standin’ playin’ for all of the marbles come Monday night.
I’m so glad Loyola-Chicago got the brakes beaten off of them I don’t know what to do. Now most of you duns will say that that wasn’t a brake level type loss. Well playas…anytime you get beaten by double digits that falls into brake level category. I didn’t say that they got the dog snot beaten out of them. Dog Snot level is when boy gets beaten by 15 points or more. Next time I’m goin’ to need for you to look that up in the Hood Handbook of Communication.
What I’m upset about is the same foolishness that I’ve been fired up about all last week. Well…for the past two weeks. These ole fake media-types wasted two weeks of good team coverage opportunity chasin’ around behind a 98 year old team chaplain when they completely missed on the opportunity to cover a really good basketball team with possibly a GREAT story.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! We had a team come out of nowhere with a bunch of cats that we’ve never even heard of to make it to the Final freakin’ Four and nobody bothered to find out who they were.
Every so-called legitimate journalist in the buildin’ is sittin’ there askin’ Sister Jean about somethin’ that she knows absolutely nothin’ about. We had Big Foot or better yet, the Loch Ness Monster sittin’ right in front of us for two weeks and nobody asked the dun where he’s been hidin’, why he’s been hidin’ or what he eats for dinner every night?
Nobody asked him who he hangs out with, what his momma and daddy’s name is or where he grew up? Nobody cared to ask him how he even got to Loyola-Chicago in the first place? Nobody stood up and simply said, how does a team full of barely recruited kids kick in the door at the NCAA Tournament and get to the Final Four? NOBODY!!! We’ve been chasin’ the Loch Ness Monster for centuries and now he finally sits down and wants to talk and boyz run over to talk to his darn great aunt about what she likes to do.
With all of these cameras and million dollar budgets to cover this tournament! All of these fake media-types missed the darn opportunity to talk to the kids that were an 11th seed doin’ the darn near impossible because they got distracted by the team chaplain.
That’s like a dun tryin’ to rob a bank with no surveillance cameras and no alarm system with two billion dollars sittin’ in the middle of the floor in a single suitcase and he gets distracted by the big booty security guard with no gun. He’s so caught up in the visual aid that the police run in with water guns and arrest him.
It will be another 35 years before we get a double digit seed if ever to show up in the Final Four and all fans have to show for it this mornin’ are Jordan memes of Sister Jean. It’s down right ignorant is what it is. These companies had all of the resources in the world to cover every aspect of that team and didn’t. Why? Because we’ve got the same concept that is ruinin’ every aspect of life. It’s called group think. Nobody can think for themselves. One cat zeroed in on Sister Jean and everybody posted up outside her door for two weeks.
Loyola-Chicago was the story of the tournament and we’ve got ABSOLUTELY no story to tell this mornin’. Why? Because they’ve gone back into the abyss from which they came two weeks ago and nobody cares about their story today. Thanks fake media-types for not doin’ your job. You didn’t need a Final Four media credential to talk to Sister Jean. Stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus:
1) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.
The G is excluded from the endings of all words because the G is near and dear to my heart because I’m from “The G” which is Gary, Indiana. So I only use the G when I’m talkin’ about “The G!”
The caption under the photo is real talk today!