In case you didn't know...

The Hofstra Pride, a.k.a Wide Receiver University (WRU) is 6-0. Not even USC, LSU, and Florida can say that. That's right bitches. They're pretty much running shit...

YUP!

CRAWWWWWWWWLINNNNN INNNN MYYYYYY SKINNNNNNNN

On another note, the Yanks will be keeping Torre.. Do you think the Yanks would want to deal with all of the mayhem that would ensue if they don't? Thus, leading to the the signings of Mo, Posada, and prolly Gay-Rod. Not 100% with that fool though. Hopefully he goes to the Red Sox for $300 million.

Nevertheless, the Yankees = Fugaz.

Yeah....

Stephen Jackson is Back!

OAKLAND, Calif. - Stephen Jackson reported to the Golden State Warriors' training camp Monday with a new tattoo covering much of his chest. With a church window as the background, two praying hands are inked on his sternum - and they're holding a gun.

Yes, this is the same Stephen Jackson who will miss the Warriors' first seven games under NBA suspension for pleading guilty to a felony charge of criminal recklessness after firing an awfully similar gun into the air at an Indianapolis strip club.

"I pray I never have to use it again," Jackson said in explanation.

Jackson's incredible audacity under the tattoo needle is stunning even to his teammates, who seem to be in a frantic competition to cover their entire bodies in ink.

"I can't believe that one," said Al Harrington, who redecorated his arms and back. "I thought I was crazy."

But Jackson's fearlessness is exactly why the Warriors love him - and basketball's favourite playoff underdogs need a big season from the swingman now that Jason Richardson has departed along with the Warriors' element of surprise.

"We're going to have a full season together, and all the nonsense is behind me," said Jackson, perhaps also referring to his unfinished full back tattoo of the jack of diamonds - with himself as the jack. "All my probation stuff is behind me. I don't have to worry about flying back and forth to court this year, so it's all positive. I'm ready to roll."

Jackson and Harrington transformed the Warriors in January after arriving in an eight-player trade with Indiana. With a fantastic late-season flourish, Golden State surged over .500 and made the playoffs for the first time in 13 seasons - and then knocked off the top-seeded Dallas Mavericks in arguably the biggest post-season upset in NBA history.

Jackson's three-point shooting and veteran poise kept the Warriors in many close games, but he'll be asked to do even more this season after Jason Richardson was traded to Charlotte in a draft-day deal for No. 8 overall pick Brandan Wright. The deal disrupted the Warriors' core, and most of Richardson's former teammates didn't like it.

"J-Rich is one of the best, so when they traded him, I was hurt," Jackson said. "We made history in a couple of months. Just imagine what we could have done in a whole season. But at the same time, I put my trust in Chris Mullin and Nellie to make the right decisions."

The Warriors posed for team pictures at their training complex Monday in downtown Oakland before hopping a flight to Hawaii, where they'll open workouts and play two exhibitions against the Los Angeles Lakers.

With coach Don Nelson's protracted contract renegotiations finally wrapped up, everything seems harmonious for a franchise that actually believes it should make a return trip to the playoffs.

Baron Davis, the star of the Warriors' dramatic run to the post-season, said he won't opt out of his contract next summer if he doesn't get an extension this month, contrary to prior reports. Davis reported to camp lighter and quicker after off-season consultations with Jerry West and Canadian superstar Steve Nash.

Harrington also lost 20 pounds during the summer to make good on a vow to improve his rebounding with better athleticism. Jackson dropped 17 pounds even though he says he "wasn't trying to. I'm a sexy guy, you know? It happens."

Though he won't turn 30 until next April, Jackson projects a steady veteran calm that belies his mercurial reputation. Aside from the strip-club gun incident, he's best known for his No. 2 role in the infamous brawl in the Detroit stands alongside then-teammate Ron Artest.

"There's a lot of stuff in Jack's past, but that's true of almost anybody if you stay in this game long enough," Nelson said. "We have great confidence in him as a player and a leader, and I think you'd hear that from most people who have spent time to really get to know Jack."

Nelson chose Jackson as a team captain this season along with Davis and Matt Barnes. Jackson, who won a championship with the San Antonio Spurs, welcomes the responsibility - and he has accepted his seven-game ban for breaking up a fight in Indianapolis with a few gunshots into the air.

In fact, Jackson plans to serve his suspension in a way that only he could imagine. He says he'll get Warriors game jerseys from seven of his newest teammates, and he'll wear one in front of the television for each game.

"No, 15 (games) would have been harsh," Jackson said. "It could have been a lot worse. Seven games, I can't complain about it, because I put myself in that position to be suspended. I'm going to stay positive with it, work out and be ready when it's time to come back."

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hahaha peep the Piru blood ink too!

The Dreadful Mets

That basically sums up the past month for the Mets '07 season. Not only did they blow a seven game fucking lead, they were able to be molly-whopped worse than Notre Dame in a Bowl game.. The sad part is , I have nothing to say. I honestly, don't need too.

But best believe, I'll be bleeding orange and blue next year. Fake fans, please become Yankees fans. You were never welcome.

Oh yeah, fuck you Donovan McNabb.

At least the Giants won!

*sigh*

Life

"...Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all. It isn't about who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes you. It's not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school. In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that. But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness, and compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life's about..."

Sexual Harassment at Work

Random Rant #1

I'm not one to bitch in regards to people. Normally, I try to see the best in everybody. But one thing that pisses me off is when people don't greet you. Not just someone you met once or any random person either. A person you see on a daily basis, formally introduced, etc. You know the person, he/she knows you and vice versa.

Example, I was outside having a boggie outside my building while on break. I see two colleagues of mine walking, along with some other random dude. I'm not one to butt in on conversations or anything, so I figured I'd let them do their thang and when they see me, they'll speak up. I saw these people eying me from a distance, so it's not like they missed me. As they approached the entrance to the building, they walked right by me. No hello, what's up, nod, or any sign of acknowledgment. Straight up, staring straight ahead like I don't exist. That's kind of fucking busch league. Yeah, I was on the phone at the time to, but I'm not a fucking paraplegic. I do have the ability to wave. Walked right past me yo.

Fucking sucias.

EDIT: People who don't say thank you when you hold the door for them are the scum of the earth. They can suck a chode.