I remember this day vividly. I was in the 11th grade @ Fairfax HS in L.A. We had heard about the verdicts on the radio on the way home. (First unusual moment)Usually, I would be at basketball practice at that time, but we got lucky and didn’t have to go. So, we hop on the Melrose bus and headed home. (Second unusual moment)Now we would typically transfer to either the bus on Western Or Vermont, but we decided to take the bus down Normandie on this day, cause the homie lived off of Florence & Normandie, that way we could split the difference. So, we’re riding along and not really paying attention to what’s going on around us, not noticing the number or people out on corners and protesting until we get to where our boy was about to get off the bus. We see a shitload of people on all 4 corners, this being L.A., we’re thinking that somebody got shot or there was an accident. He gets off the bus, we keep rolling. After I get home, the TV is on and they’re showing that same intersection, the protest has turned violent. I get a call from my boy, and he’s like “They’re throwing shit at the cars driving by”…this was about 4:30, an hour later, all hell broke loose.
Part 3 coming.
Before I continue with this post, I ask you this…do you remember where you were on April 29, 1992 ? My answer comes tomorrow…I need to round up the necessary materials to make it official. Until then, where were you ?
So, after arriving in Phoenix, then waiting for the rest of the crew to arrive, we hit the streets of Scottsdale. I’d never been, but I will definitely be going back. The clubs there in Scottsdale are a good look. If you’ve been to or are from the area, then you know what I’m talking about. You know it’s a good night when the cab you get into is bumping Terence Trent Darby.
Head over to US Airways Arena, so we can get good seats in the Lexus Club B Lounge. Why watch the game from the nosebleed seats we paid for, when we can watch it from suite level ? I’ll tell you how in a future blog ;-p. The lounge is basically a nightclub overlooking the arena floor, and full of hot chicks who are in there for that fact alone. They didn’t watch the game at all. As for the game itself, it was great…until Smush Parker stepped on the floor and proceeded to let Leandro Barbosa look like the second coming of Isiah Thomas. It was terrible. But I did get this lovely shirt that I can wipe my ass with if I ever run out of toilet paper.
After the game, we roll out with a couple of the locals, they were buying drinks and there were a couple stray females in the bunch, so that works for me 😉 We hit up Marjerle’s, which is owned by former Suns player Dan Majerle, who just happened to be there, drunk off his ass, which made him an easy target for us to fuck with. He’s was actually a cool cat though.
Back to Sky Harbor Airport for the flight back to Vegas. Phoenix was a good time, and I’ll definitely be going back soon. Who else wants to come ?
I had friend in town from my cruise ship days, so we decide to roll out and hit a couple spots on The Strip. Being the conservationist that I am, I tell her we should stay close to her hotel (I didn’t feel like walking). After watching somebody’s father grooving to Wild Thing by Tone-Loc, I spy with my little eye some chick dancing like Elaine on Seinfeld. I don’t know what she was listening to, but it obviously wasn’t what the rest of us heard.
Highlight of the night: Drunk dude trying to jump over a 4 foot fence…clipped it on the way over and hit the ground with his entire left side. The security guard pointed out to him that the door to the fence was 4 feet away. His arm/shoulder/hip is probably still in pain. We felt the ground shake when he landed. I loved it.
Randomly decided to join a couple of my boys in Phoenix for a night of clubbing followed by Lakers/Suns on Sunday. I had 3 hours to find myself a game ticket, plane ticket and hotel room. Did it happen ? Find out tomorrow. :-p
So, I’m watching the Dodgers/Padres game last night, and before the game there was a tribute to Jackie Robinson. There was a performance by the First A.M.E. choir, a speech by MLB Comissioner Bud Selig, Jackie’s wife Rachel, Courtney B. Vance & Marlon Wayans opened the celebration with speeches, Hank Aaron & Frank Robinson (no relation) threw out the first pitch, Angela Bassett showed up, Jesse Jackson was there, Jennifer Hudson sang the National Anthem…it was good times all around. But let’s go back 17 minutes…I said to myself:
“There’s Courtney B. speaking about Jackie, but I’m not really paying attention. That sounds like Marlon Wayans. *Looks up* That IS Marlon Wayans. What is THAT nigga doing there ? This fool better not do anything ig’nant…and who made the executive decision to invite this nigga anyway ? And how many other people did the get ‘No’ from before settling on Marlon ? Was Tito Jackson not available ? What about Avery Brooks ? Did Jesse Jackson have laryngitis ? I need to know this shit.”
So, if anyone out there knows Marlon, or can get in contact with him, find out how he ended up there. It’s gonna bother me until I find out. But another highlight was watching the Dodger ballboy get knocked the fuck out. It was brilliant.
Would you actually pay money to see T-Pain perform live ? If you say yes, you HAVE to explain to me why. And if you’ve seen him already, does he lip sync or does he actually perform with a talkbox tube hanging from his mouth ? These are questions I need answers to. I personally think the dude is asscheeks.
How I missed this story, I don’t know. But my man Rulon Gardner is like Bruce Willis, “Unbreakable”.
Gardner lives to tell of another life-threatening accident
SALT LAKE CITY — Olympic wrestling champion Rulon Gardner lost a toe to frostbite after being stranded in the wilderness, impaled himself with an arrow and was involved in a serious motorcycle accident.
Appearing on the Dan Patrick Show, Rulon Gardner recapped the crash, swimming through the 44-degree water for an hour and surviving the night.
In his latest escape from death, he survived a plane crash over the weekend into the aptly named Good Hope Bay on the Utah-Arizona border.
“I think I’m really lucky,” Gardner told CNN on Monday, “after everything I have been through.”
Gardner and two Utah brothers were rescued by a fisherman Sunday after swimming more than an hour in 44-degree water and spending the night without shelter.
None suffered life-threatening injuries, authorities said.
“It takes only about 30 minutes for someone swimming in 44-degree water to start suffering the effects of hypothermia, so the fact that they swam in it for an hour, not to mention surviving the plane crash and the night without fire or shelter, is pretty amazing,” said Steven Luckesen, a district ranger at Glen Canyon National Recreation Area. “If these guys were a cat with nine lives, they just used up three of them.”
Since delivering one of the great Olympic upsets at the 2000 Sydney Games, the 35-year-old Gardner has had a history of harrowing escapes.
In 2002, he became stranded while snowmobiling in the Wyoming and lost a toe. Then in 2004, he was struck by an automobile while riding a motorcycle. Back in third grade, he punctured his abdomen with an arrow at a class show-and-tell.
The lesson, Gardner said, is “hopefully teach people to be smarter about the choices they make.”
In his latest brush, Gardner was a passenger in a Cirrus SR 22 with pilot Randy Brooks and brother Leslie. They were looking at a houseboat from the air when the plane dipped into the water, Garfield County public information officer Becki Bronson said.
“The plane went from 150 mph to none in about 2 seconds,” Gardner told CNN. “Within about a half a second is when we knew that things went from a beautiful day, a beautiful afternoon, all the way to a pretty bad situation.”
Authorities were uncertain of the exact location of the crash and were investigating the cause.
When he went into the water, Gardner said he quickly grabbed his coat. He remembered how cold he’d gotten after getting lost on the snowmobile five years ago.
That’s when the Brooks brothers told him to drop everything.
“It’s either your stuff or your life,” Gardner recalled them saying. “I was really struggling.”
Gardner said he wasn’t a good swimmer and was worried he’d be left alone in the water.
“I said, ‘Don’t leave me. Come back and get me,”‘ he said. “They said, ‘Hey, just relax, calm down. We’re not leaving you. Get on your back, and start doing basically backstroke.”
Gardner said he didn’t get too nervous about the water temperature. It “wasn’t really anything I thought about because we were safe. We had just survived a plane wreck.”
Once they reached the shore, Gardner said, there were other concerns. He was wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, having kicked off his shoes to swim, and there were limited supplies.
“We came together and we said, ‘OK, let’s try to dry our clothes out before the sun goes down.’
“Nobody is going to see us before sunset because most of the boats had already gone by. I said let’s dry everything out,” he said.
Gardner said they tried to build a small shelter out of the rocks. The three men huddled through the night to keep warm.
Once they were rescued, Gardner and the brothers called a relative to take them for medical attention.
“Miraculously, the three sustained no life-threatening injuries, mainly suffering from hypothermia injuries to their feet,” Garfield County authorities said in a statement.
Gardner stunned the Olympics seven years ago when he earned the gold medal in Greco-Roman wrestling by ending Alexander Karelin’s 13-year international winning streak. In 2004 in Athens, Gardner won the bronze medal, and in wrestling tradition, left his shoes on the mat as a symbolic way of announcing his retirement.
In 2004, Gardner was on a motorcycle and going to wrestling practice when he crashed in Colorado Springs, Colo. He sustained no serious injuries even though he went over the top of his handlebars after his bike collided with a car. Gardner came away with abrasions to his left side and a sore right heel.
In grade school, he injured himself with an arrow while his parents were out of town. He was taken to the emergency room and a doctor said Gardner had just missed puncturing a vital organ.
This muhfucka has a lifelong history of cheating death. Not once or twice…4 times !!! His mama must be part cat, cause there’s no way this much stuff can happen to one dude and he lives to tell about it. I mean, look at the randomness of the situations. It’s not like he’s a cop, getting shot at on a daily basis. He’s surviving plane crashes and shit. Now that’s gangsta. I’m sure somewhere, there’s an Elijah Prince-like dude who can’t stand his ass.
Defense Attorney: Will you please state your age?
Little Old Lady: I am 86 years old.
Defense Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the
night of April 1st?
Little Old Lady: There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch
on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up on the
porch and sat down beside me.
Defense Attorney: Did you know him?
Little Old Lady: No, but he sure was friendly.
Defense Attorney: What happened after he sat down?
Little Old Lady: He started to rub my thigh.
Defense Attorney: Did you stop him?
Little Old Lady: No, I didn’t stop him.
Defense Attorney: Why not?
Little Old Lady: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Abner died
some 30 years ago.
Defense Attorney: What happened next?
Little Old Lady: He began to rub my breasts.
Defense Attorney: Did you stop him then?
Little Old Lady: No, I did not stop him.
Defense Attorney: Why not?
Little Old Lady: His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven’t
felt that good in years!
Defense Attorney: What happened next?
Little Old Lady: Well, by then, I was feeling so “spicy” that I just laid
down and told him “Take me,young man. Take me!”
Defense Attorney: Did he take you?
Little Old Lady: Hell, no! He just yelled, “April Fools!”
And that’s when I shot him, the little bastard.