New York state of time.

This weekend i will be moving to New York. It's only three months but shucks, that's still a Power move like Modi says.

Hope in the Face of Titans,

This should be graduation, and i should be celebrating, instead I'm stuck here waiting another year as the monolithic Spurs refused to pass the torch last night. Selfish bastards that they are. I wrote this post today and not last night mostly because i couldn't stomach watching the spurs win AGAIN; and this piece might have been like so many others, railing vociferously against the draconian, ennui-inducing affair that is watching Spurs basketball. Basically i went Mike Tyson on this post ala his "I'm on Zoloft to keep me from killing yall!" phase.

Instead i choose to admit today that the Spurs much as i hate them are a distinguished, accomplished group of warriors. Defending Champions though they are, I always get the feeling that they don't deserve to win, time and time again I am proved wrong..Yesterday, watching the second half as the Hornets languished in the half court set, which they had dominated so well in previous games, I felt the ancient bloodlust my ancestors must have felt as they watched a giant opportunity slip through the cracks. I should mention i have no particular allegiance to Chris Paul, Tyson Chandler, David West, the City of New Orleans or any other potentially arcane or inane connection. I love to watch "good" basketball. That is ball movement, unparalleled showmanship, Ooops as the psuedo pick& roll etc... Alas, poor Nawlins there's always next year. this could rightfully be the catastrophic experience necessary to bring this team to greatness. Like Jordan facing the Pistons, or the Lakers falling to the Jazz in their heyday. While being on the cusp of greatness is not greatness in and of itself , its damn exciting. Watching the Hornets dismantle the Mavs and win the first two games large Vs. the dreaded Pops was nothing if not cathartic. Basketball has seen yet another Bellepheron to the dreaded Chaemera . Still its Obama time, so of course Hope springs eternal.

I'm Baaaaaack.

Damn, blog writing is way harder than i've ever admitted to myself. The issue is i think manifold so i will try to chop it down to size piece by piece; Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head like Lil Wayne says.

1. Being a consistent writer is tough, once you don't do it, it gets easier to let it slide.

• I know that if i sit down to write i want to do it well. I hate half assing it, like Vince Carter on a losing team.
  

2. Knowing what the hell i want to talk about can be a biggity bitch too. My mind is so broad its frequent that i simply can't narrow its scope. That's sounds highfalutin but what i really think that means is I'm not nearly as smart as i think i've proven myself to be.

Anyway now that i've admitted my shortcomings i'm pretty sure i can move to sweeter territory. I've going to NY for the summer, and hopefully longer(I'll explain that later).
The muthafuckin NBA is in overdrive right now. Chris Paul you are the man I wish i was.
Your personal style on the basketball court transmuted to a lifestyle would make the perfect. man.