Shaq on his plans to Twitter at halftime. Tweet tweet mu’ fucka.
Shaq has always had a knack for entertainment. Does anyone remember Shaq Diesel? With tracks like I’m Outstanding, (I Know I Got) Skillz, and I Hate 2 Brag, it was pretty much him tooting his own horn for close to an hour. The beats are actually not bad. The rhymes, however, are lacking (“Do you want me to shoot it? Do you want me to pass it? Do you want me to slam? Slam!”). That’s okay though, he totally made up for his early 90s rap weakness with last year’s classic freestyle. Shaq is cool.
That is the score of the Phoenix Suns/Golden State Warriors game…at halftime.
The NBA is so tight.
He ugly. I tried to talk sports with him, but he was too hammered to form sentences.
Which reminds me, I once ran into Steve Lavin outside a bar in San Antonio. We chatted hoops for a few minutes then he gave me his business card, the job title on his card was Basketball Analyst (sweet job, huh). About two or three weeks later I was at a party bragging about how me and Steve Lavin are home boys. I busted out his business card and called him. He called me back and left a voicemail on my celly, “Hey, it’s Lav. Just getting back to you, it’s about midnight west coast time. Call me back. Later, man.” It was pretty obvious from the message that he had no idea who I was.
Lavin > Mariotti