Earlier today a former Chicago Bears’ linebacker retired from the game of football, in his what would have been 14th season Brian Urlacher has called it quits and decided to not search for another team, just quit while being left to freeze in the cold free agent market. But if you love the game, why quit? Or if you’re the Chicago Bears why wouldn’t you try harder to keep the man that played 13 AMAZING seasons with you on the team? The Bears had the opportunity to sign Urlacher again to a two year deal worth about $7 million, but chose to give him a one year $2 million proposal and left it as a take it or leave it.
This is a move that not only Bears fans have questioned but also many sports analysts as well. In a career where you put your body through hell and back season by season you deserve to get a contract that you asked to get or at least get a deal around the amount of money you were asking for, apparently the Bears did not feel this way. Why would Urlacher retire instead of playing for another team that might be interested later?
The answer is simple. Pride. Urlacher was to proud being a Chicago Bear to play for any other team in the NFL, loyalty is what Urlacher showed to the Bears and they seemed to not care. It seems rather clear that the Bears are selfish (just like every team in Chicago sports) caring about their future first before they care about their star players future, granted Urlacher won’t die from not having money, he’s rich but now he will have to adjust to a new life without football, why stop an amazing career when it isn’t ready to be over?
That’s an answer we will never get the answer to that question but we know that Chicago Sports have once again shown to be selfish. What a shame. That’s just my opinion, thank you for reading. =)
This just in the Cleveland Cavaliers have been awarded with the number one pick for the 2013 NBA Draft. Think about it, 3 years ago the Cavaliers were the number one team in all of the NBA and now they are known as one of the teams that everyone sleeps on and can care less about, why does this happen? How do you go from being the face of the NBA to being one of the franchises no one cares about? Although I will be unable to speak of every team in the NBA I know exactly why the Cavaliers were bumped to the bottom and its a one word answer. LeBron James.
Yes the man that was once the face of the franchise has been gone for three years sending him in opposite direction of the Cavaliers. Why them? Why the Cavaliers? How did this one player have so much effect on a team? That answer is simple, because the Cavaliers focused to much on their star (LeBron) but now the Cavaliers seem to be on the right path once again, receiving the 1st pick this year, and the first pick 2 years ago selecting Kyrie Irving, does this mean they will once again have to draft a star? Can this be Deja Vu for the Cavalier franchise?
Everyone is dying to find out who they will select and how it can effect them, I personally believe everyone learns from their mistakes and the Cavaliers will choose someone to help the former number one overall pick (Irving) and build around him for a very bright future, if I’m wrong I will blog about it and update everyone on their progress, I’m sorry I am cutting this short, this is my first blog and my others will be better, I promise. Thank you for your time, I honestly appreciate it. Have a wonderful day.
Robert and Justin go into week 17 with minimal format… we riff and talk some good talk.. from what we remember… Enjoi!
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J.White and Poppa Broner are at it again… week seven and they still haven’t run out of movie talk for you all!
J.White and Doe Doe talk about their most underrated rappers of all time. It’s a Top 5 list plus some… because that’s how they do it…
Justin talks about losing his Father’s Cowboys Jacket in grade school, Robert goes on a winded douche moment and at some point they both turn into some kind of monkey while laughing…
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I just made myself a breakfast omelette. I’ve been trying to eat healthy so I mainly try to eat things with protein, and let the carbs and fats fall into place. I’ve been watching many twinmuscleworkout videos and they say that the body runs on carbs, fats, and protein and since I’m gullible and they are buff I just run with that idea. I also watched a video where they talked about eggs; they said that if you were to eat four eggs, keep one yolk because it has a lot of micro nutrients and eat the four whites because it has protein. So I did that. I made an omelette with four egg whites and one egg yolk. Separating the yolks from the whites was cold and difficult enough to take three minuets, however it wasn’t stress worthy so I cant complain. I covered the inside of the omelette in cayenne pepper since that is really healthy and I already implement it in all of my at home meals. And then I covered the top of the omelette in peanut butter. As far as I’m concerned I got bunch of protein from the peanuts and egg yolks, and fats and carbs from the peanut butter. I separate peanuts and peanut butter in my sentence because I eat crunchy peanut butter so there is whole peanuts and butter de peanut. Then I got micro nutrients from the egg yolk, and the soy milk I washed the omelette down with. The milk also kept down the spice of the cayenne pepper, as well did the peanut butter, and I feel really energized, healthy, and happy about my breakfast meal. I’m just sharing this little recipe with you so you can try it out and see what you think and decide if I am a culinary genius or a kid into weird food combinations. Either way I enjoyed myself. If you need extra carbs than you should cut the omelette in half and make two sandwiches out of it with whole wheat bread, or toast, whichever you prefer. Have a lovely day.
Here is a picture of my half eaten omelette:
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Today in class I had a discussion with a good friend of mine. I was surprised to hear his opinion. He told me that if a girl gets called a whore for being with a lot of guys and a guy gets called a player in a good way for having lots of girls, than that is a double standard. He was serious, and I was shocked. Men and women are grapefruits and oranges. There is a big distinction between a guy with a lot of girls and a girl with a lot of guys. I told my girlfriend after school and of course she agreed with him. I am taking it upon myself to explain to the world why there is not a double standard in this situation.
I have one point, and it’s strong enough to hold it’s weight. The reason people may think that it is a double standard to think a guy is cool and a girl is a whore for having many sexual interests is because it is the same action, they think. But it simply is not the same thing. Men are hunters, and women are hold down the forters. Lets say a man walks into a room with a thousand girls, he has to hunt them. Now if you are one girl in a room with a thousand guys, you are holding down the fort. The fort is a woman’s vagina. Figuratively for those who don’t have sex, and literally for those who do. Men, hunt the fort. It is that simple.
You see, when a man wants a women, he has to try hard to get her. He has to defeat all of his competition, just for one fort. So when a guy earns a bunch of forts, he is a really awesome guy. Women don’t have to want guys, guys die over them, they just have to stay at base. But let’s say she does want a guy. The most she does is move her fort closer to him. No girl does what a guy does to get the person they want, they just don’t. If they do, chalk that up to statistical error, and if they THINK they do, they are wrong.
The only way for a man to get a fort, is to hunt. And even when the hunt is over, women can still take the fort, and throw it into an alternate universe. Then what are you supposed to do? With all the rape laws, de facto and de jure, the only thing to do is to move onto a new fort. So of course the man goes into a new village looking for a fort. You see the women don’t watch each others forts, so they don’t see what happens, they just smell your feet and if you have dirt from other lands than they hide a little better. The way women get a new hunter when they hunter they want doesn’t come, is just to wait. They just have to hold down the fort.
If the women lets any one into the fort, if men don’t have to hunt; of course she’s a whore because that’s not what is supposed to happen, those aren’t the rules of the game. Men hunt, they don’t get. Women hold, they don’t let take. It’s cool practice for a guy to get the whore’s, but the reason they don’t stay is because they know they are simply resting up for their big hunt. Women are not the little leagues, it is something to brag about to be able to survive the long winters and come out with meats of all kinds. You can’t brag about going into the ally and finding beggin’ strips.
One thing I don’t understand is why girls don’t like this. Why wouldn’t you want to be a prize? Because you’re just another prize? Because you feel like an object. A thrown is praised, not a single square inch of the carpet leading up to the thrown. Do baseballs feel used when batters get home runs? Or are they held up and praised and kept safe of a shelf? I am not saying all women are taken for sport, I am simply saying that you have to collect trophies before you get the ring. Jordan has six rings, he can afford it.
But look ladies, men are not always hunters. Men do not stay wild dogs for ever. Rookie of the week is a nice certificate. Most Valuable Player is a dope trophy. But the champion chip ring is the most prized. And to get to the ring, to stay with one fort, a player has to play. Some girls don’t want to get played. They want to be the ring, they don’t want to be a trophy. Well then hold that fort down. But when a guy catches your scent, and he walks up to the pearly gates and wants inside the fort, if you let him in than understand that he can leave. Or he cannot.
If you didn’t get the long, complicated, hunter, fort holder, sport athlete metaphor, than let me sum this up real quick. If a man wants a girl he has to work. A man that works most and best is to be respected. If a girl wants a guy, she has to allow a guy to work. If she wants to get called a whore she won’t make guys work. I know the game. I have been played by girls. But I have also been with some whore’s. I have sniffed around for the best fort just like the next guy. Women own the apple tree, and men have to impress the women for an apple. If she just hands out the apples, than cool, an apple tree. But you’re a whore. If a guy can impress a bunch of girls and get red apples, green apples, yellow apples, pink apples, sweet apples, sour apples, ripe apples, poison apples, all kinds of apples, than he is that guy. Capisce?
Justin reviews the movie Oblivion and Poppa Boner reviews 42! We also give top 2 songs made famous by movies. Doe Doe and Not My Richie also add commentary. Enjoi
I should be doing my homework, but I feel like talking about my day. It was interesting, abnormal at least. Let’s just say my day started at school. My girlfriend had an AP test so we didn’t spend the morning together like usual. I sat in the auditorium all alone. It felt like I wasn’t even there, like I was a fly on the wall. I reached into my bag and started to read my favorite book, my bible. I don’t mean the super big one that influenced millions. I mean Siddhartha, that book is my bible; whenever I need some spiritual guidance I read it.
Reading my bible helped me in the morning and had me thinking about my position in life.
Then I went to computers, also known as listen to music and read emails class. We are supposed to be practicing pen tool, when it got complicated I just traced the lines with the pencil instead and called it a day.
Then I went to physics. If there is one thing that gets me angry, it’s not knowing or understanding something. My physics teacher asks the dumbest questions, or at least that is just how I hear them. So when I get a question wrong just because my teacher did not phrase it in a way that I could think of the right answer, I got really mad. I tell him he asks dumb questions, he said I didn’t understand, I repeated myself, he repeated himself, I repeated myself louder; he’s really lame so when kids acts up he pulls out a yellow card. He said I have a yellow card, and for a while I have been fantasizing about him saying that while he has a yellow shirt so I can say “you have a yellow shirt.” Well my lucky day, he had a yellow shirt on. I could have left it alone, but saying that slick come back really satisfied me no matter how little impact it had. So after I say “yea well you have a yellow shirt, who cares?” I got sent into the hallway. When I leave he said something to the class that really stuck in my mind and messed with my whole day. He told the class “just get it right and be quiet.” He comes out into the hallway and tells me to start doing better in class so I won’t have anything to complain about. Whatever. I walked back in and fell asleep.
Then I go to lunch and eat my nutella and cashews sandwich, that was so good. My best friend, who sits with me, and his girlfriend, who sits with me, were not talking so it was quiet and awkward. After eating my sandwich I remembered I had to see my consoler, so I went to see her. Some random lady helped me sign up for the ACT retake because my consoler is always too busy. When I was in the office I felt really weird. I was just quiet and stiff. I do what I had to do and paid for the ACT but apparently it’s free and all I had to pay for was the late fee, since I didn’t know the deadline was over until the deadline was over. I feel dumb because “waver” to me meant I am allowed to take the test, not it’s free. I sit in the ladies cubicle while she talks on the phone and gets me a refund.
While waiting, I was staring at her fish. It was awesome. I started to think about if the fish knows how small it is in this universe. I wondered if the fish knows of the existence of fish free in the ocean. I started to think about how I think I somehow matter when I am just a single mass of matter in the earth, one of possibly an infinite amount of planets where the are more than likely almost identical planets to earth. I started to think about how I am like the fish, just floating around in a 12″ by 8″ (roughly) plastic case with a filter and some skeletons and purple rocks. I thought about how the fishes existence is more beautiful than mind. I thought about if the fishes consciousness was more sophisticated than mine. The fish was gorgeous, I wish I could have watched it forever. I felt the water works coming on as I was watching it.
As soon as I left the office I felt so isolated and anxious, I was terrified. I sat down at the lunch table and after my friends asked me what was wrong tears came to my eyes. Right when that happened it was time to leave so as I walked out of the lunchroom I started to cry and my friend saw but I said it was nothing, later when she saw my eyes after English class she asked if it was my allergies, I said yes; I don’t have allergies.
So there I am, an isolated piece of mass in the hallway around a bunch of animals and existence’s I am ignorant of. I went to my locker and got my jacket and was going to leave. But I only went to two classes so far, I figured I would go to one more class and if I still feel crazy than I would leave.
I didn’t do anything that class. I just sat there. I didn’t cry the whole period so I felt okay to stay.
I went to history and went to sleep.
Then I went to English and started to freak out again. I heard a teacher talk about how aspirin can give kids this syndrom, I always have taken a bunch of aspirins and have bad health so I thought I would have something to blame it on, turns out I didn’t have what she mentioned. I didn’t pay attention all class. Half the class I just sat there. Then I started freaking out. I was looking at my hand and lost my mind over the fact that if I didn’t move my body I could still experience life. Then I felt like every one was a stranger, I thought my teacher was a robot and my classmates were alien man eating monsters in human bodies that if they found out I was there they would pull of their masks and eat my alive. Then I thought about my teachers asking me a question and I get it wrong and she shoots me in the head like it’s nothing. You ever hear about how people believe everyone in their life was cloned and replaced with strangers, that is exactly how I felt. Then I started to cry and snapped out of it. My teacher was talking about an art piece and everyone saw things I didn’t. Maybe it was a conceptual thing, or it was because I sit all the way in the back and have bad eye site. Either way I felt like I didn’t belong, as usual.
Then I went to music. That was just another day of music. I sat down and talked with my friend. It was interesting that the chorus teacher had a bible passage book marked and on his desk. Maybe he needed some spiritual guidance that day too.
After that class I left early. I only missed one class and I knew I wouldn’t do anything, as usual, there. Then I went home.
My girlfriend wondered why I cried. I couldn’t explain it then but I can now. When my teacher said “get it right and be quiet” it reminded me that I don’t belong in that school. Because I can’t get the questions right, and I can’t be quiet. I spend so much of my mind’s energy on trying to figure out life, and understanding my existence, and what I want to do with it, that I don’t have enough power left to worry about pen tools, motors and generators in physics, conjugations in Spanish, economic effect of the Vietnam war, what someone I REALLY trying to say in their excerpt from a book or something, how to play the flutophone, or whatever I am learning in Geometry, I don’t even know. I can’t figure ME out and seven different subjects a year, and plan for my future at the same time. Being told that my decisions matter but when I really think about it I realize nothing does, but then think about why I still care about my life when I shouldn’t. I don’t belong as a person concerned about my self, in a place where they want me to be concerned about everything but myself, but myself has to do it. It’s hard to comprehend a view that thinks that I belong in that building. Watching that fish put everything in perspective, but giving me questions. It was weird. -5/7/13