I was listening to Snoop on the Stern show recently and Howard asked him how he felt about all the trash talking that Suge Knight, his former producer at Death Row records, was saying abut him.
Snoop just leaned into the microphone and in that mellifluous voice of his said, “You know, Howard, I think he’s my biggest fan.”
That’s exactly how I feel these days.
My goodness, but working in the community has had its impact. One must represent, and so, said Pollyanna, I shall.
The cold has not abated. Not yet. But I’m out there, watching the Cs lose to the Grizzlies, walking the dogs, hell, not even wearing a coat when I’m going by car. How my gonna get used to the cold otherwise?
Nuh, I’m warmed up by the prospect of that clown in the corner.
Muhammed on Sunny:
"Clay comes out to meet Liston and Liston starts to retreat, If Liston goes back an inch farther he'll end up in a ringside seat. Clay swings with a left, Clay swings with a right, Just look at young Cassius carry the fight. Liston keeps backing but there's not enough room, It's a matter of time until Clay lowers the boom. Then Clay lands with a right, what a beautiful swing, And the punch raised the bear clear out of the ring. Liston still rising and the ref wears a frown, But he can't start counting until Sonny comes down. Now Liston disappears from view, the crowd is getting frantic But our radar stations have picked him up somewhere over the Atlantic. Who on Earth thought, when they came to the fight, That they would witness the launching of a human satellite. Hence the crowd did not dream, when they laid down their money, That they would see a total eclipse of Sonny."