Wednesday, July 11, 2012

The Champ's Story (Chapter 2)

Hello America,

I am sorry about yesterday.  I had things to do, papers to right....

But honestly, when I saw that LaRussa was the manager out of retirement.......

I didn't feel like playing into MLB's bullsh**.

Yesterday wasn't about the game... as it should have been and congrats P. Fielder, was always a big fan of your father........

Yesterday, was about the Rangers, Josh Hamilton, and Ron Washington........

MLB feels about the Rangers how the NBA feels about the NBA....

they can contend, but they need not win a championship.... ain't good for marketing purposes.

A group of men dedicated to other than something than profit.

The league's biggest star in Josh Hamilton and while Mrs. Hamilton is concerned about her husband getting his due.....

I wish some of us as ladies respectfully would take into account, money don't provide all of your needs....

Josh may not owe the Rangers anything, Mrs. Hamilton, but to his brothers and the God that put him there, he is eternally indebetted.

When Josh needed someone to drive him home, Ian did.... So Mrs. Hamilton there is a war much bigger than the bidding one for your husband.  There is a war for his soul.

MLB don't want no openly Christian player that rocks the numbers your man does... That's why Tim Tebow riding the bench....

The league wants your husband to sign with someone else and eat the spirit of that $, to make  him the crux of a team when it is not about the man but the team and when he falters as no one man can carry a team.......... pray and hope for the relapse... with groups of individuals ready to provide whatever drink he needs...

Nobody's perfect, Mrs. Hamilton and the Rangers salary cap sho ain't.

I ain't a mother by any means... Mrs. Hamilton but I can rest assured in saying, more than your baby girls need millions... they need a father they can believe in outside of baseball as a man who triumphs over all his obstacles through God and the blessings God places around him.

We don't care about Josh Hamilton the slugger, we love and worship with Josh Hamilton, the man of God.......

That won't show in arbirtrations.

As far as Ron Washington, the league don't want not necessarily a black man, but a black man who beat the blackmail game and treats his players like men.  That keeps it simple.  That from every superstar on the ranger to the ball boy says.....

Wash said ........

And his word runs the Ballpark in Arlington.

The league don't want a young don't have experienced manager in Josh Daniels to be able to say s***, we did that.

It won't get any easier, the marketing favorites, the Yankees are back, the Angels in your ass....

This is the time most teams would start to fall apart, but you....

you get stronger.....

You defend....

the scoring will come... but sometimes you hit a slump good to see Nap hit something, but you hit through defense...

Now this morning, Michelle Obama is going to talk about middle class values and cry about how she had trouble frying chicken for Obama and the kids in a 10k plus dress or she may smart up and get one from Target because she gotta ensure 4 more years worth of freeloading.

And this summer with Viacomm cutting off Direct TV customers in a hostile takeover....

Trust Viacomm people just find other things to watch, I did last night.......

Sigourney Weaver will play Hillary Clinton as this strong woman, who is ready to be President.

And just like the MLB, I'm just tired of the bulls***.

This morning.

Hillary Clinton is a terrorist, she gave up an election for a job so that a terrorist could run this nation and she could come in to save it... She ought to be in a cell right next to Obama.

Boehner kill the farm bill, please...

It's not worth it.

Missouri GOP, really?

Don't give Mccaskill her job back,

end the drama and get that senate seat.......

There are things that are happening in my personal life, that I am not going to share in my quest to end the identity theft...

But let me just say this...

I am still moving Dallas...

There is nothing nor no one that is going to keep me here.

That is a done deal.

The games.... are the same old things we go through year after year.. .month after month.

So let me give this short story and we 'll be back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.

God comes in with a form in his hands that was filled out by me.

He says "Nice job, with the Mavericks.... cool to see that press conference... they ain't barring nobody, huh?  They about that D... glad to hear that Mark Cuban wasn't there, glad to know that you letting people know it ain't about him...." 

"No doubt..... I told you I was on it..." I reply.

"I got this vacation notice... Tiffani, Jamaica, in the fall in election season..... Really, you going to Hedonism?  Really..........."

"Yeah, I need a break. You let these folks do whatever with this identity theft.  You let David and his crew create a three headed monster killing the smaller markets and I got to spend my energy using the Mavs as a teaching tool for the league that that s*** with Lebron was a farce.....

I gotta make the Lakers my babies as well because Beans the only true legend we got left... 

I gotta spend more time with Rangers... b/c I gotta show Seilig and LaRussa who are they to determine what a man is... Make sure Josh stays home...

I gotta get more involved in politics, I gained 60 followers yesterday with over 100 requests to run for something...

My thesis starting, I gotta hustle this money for school.... legally and ethically which is always a drag ;)

I'm tired I need a break..."  

God strokes his beard.... and asks " You do have all that on your plate, I put it there, you gonna do it by yourself?"

"Nope gonna do all it through you as always..." I reply...

"Then why the debauchery?  why hedonism?  Geez, Tiffani, I know you really out there chilling, and I know you not going to do all that stuff, you too paranoid about diseases and such... but damn..." He asks with a sigh..........

I smirk and reply "Man for all the work I did........ I need a break, and you know.........

 
  [Verse 1: J. Cole]
I wanna see to Negril just to know I made it, through the hatred
To walk the sands butt naked, pure truth no need to fake it
I ain't out to f*** those who look like U. Bolt in speedos
White sands on the beach, recharging my black grind yo
Watching the waves just swirl, nature's natural pearls
Just have some faith in your girl, the load I gotta hurl
Just to remove these fools doubt, to bleed they brakes out
I gotta reroute all these roads for these routs
Oh yes, God I'm gonna.put these fools in saunas
For turning from your ways, my rest is renew my honor
Because this fall classic, we going to use it to praise ya
To let all know that can't nobody run ova ya
The will of you, so let me chill with upgrades not named Rihannas
We building to defend, from the court to the diamond to hill
Second half has started, Rangers nation time get your D game
Time to show the world just how we going to rewrite this here game

[Hook: Missy Elliott]
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey
So give me a minute to chill please G
Your words is worth it, your word is worth it,
Cuz we all repping the D

We rollin', we ridin'
We putting up a fight and
We working through your might
Nikki M's a flood, I'm Poseidon
My God empower us with defensive game game game
Rest assured they gonna bow down to your name


Nobody's Perfect (Missy Back verse)
Written by Tiffani E. Mims


Rangers, Mavericks............

My nation, My country,

Time to D up.

I ain't worried about how can make shots.....

I solely focused on those who can take the gun out of the hands that can.

Thank you Texas A&M for creating a wall a defense of Aggie pride that let a soldier's family mourn in peace.

Thank you, Kobe Beans... (yes, I do call you that) Bryant.  I love the schwag you got for our country, I'm loving the fact you leading...

Show 'em how to defend.

Thank you Venus, Roger and Serena, for defending our honor in London.

Thank you all of you all that is repping the red, white and blue for the champs we are.

Thank you Tobi Writes of the Bleacher Report.

And Mark Cuban, sign Delonte, 

He ain't perfect,

but he's a rider, and this year... this season, we riding on anyone that don't rock our jersey....

basketball, baseball,

and most of all for our country.

Mount up.

And what did God say after all this....?

He simply said " we going snorkeling right?"

LOL!

back tomorrow

Missy's back ;) 
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