You played your hand lost track of your plan
When I show up I blow up, end of story my man...
High time for the Rockies to get serious with a 10-game homestand, big crowds for the weekend, their ace on the mound on Sunday, that dude from the UPS Whiteboard commercials pitching tonight, and the division leaders coming in right after the Giants leave town. Last night's game is almost a glimpse of what the Rockies need most nights: Dexter Fowler leading off with a bang, solid starting pitching, stout bullpen work, and Huston Street throwing down the hammer in the ninth. The only thing missing is Tulo and Hawpe in the middle of the lineup, and anything from the 3rd base position, as Melvin "Hands of Stone" Mora and Ian Stewart have provided little more than sparkler power fireworks.HIP HOP-
The SG had Homeboy Sandman's The Good Sun
on lock for most of June, a tremendous assembly of playful rhymes, artsy and hard hitting beats, timely cameos (Fresh Daily in particular on "Table Cloth,") and the never tired rhymes railing on commercial Hip Hop ("Gucci, Fendi, Prada? Yada yada yada," he raps on "Yeah I Can Ryhme Though.") The Queens MC brings together an eclectic cast of producers including Pyscho Les, Ski Beatz, and Ben Grimm. The later lacing the unique "Mean Mug" where Home Sand goes against the grimey faces so prevalent in the game, warning the mean muggers might have "muscle strain" later in life. The lone posse cut “The Things They Carried” sees Daniel Joseph, John Robinson, and Sandman simply going for theirs by describing what is in their pockets. It's that easy, yet they make it so listenable. Sandman also provides some deeper, more personal rhymes, among those are "Angels With Dirty Faces" in which he takes the perspective of a homeless man.BEER-
Remember in the old school days when your Pops and his crew would chill at the local Fourth of July BBQ with their peel-top beers, big upping the USA, and shitting on the old Iron Curtain? Maybe the holiday concept of freedom meant more back then because there were so many more worldwide who didn't enjoy any. Fast forward to the 21st Century, and the Russians buy our hoops teams, export hundreds of buxom, long legged tennis stars, and still seem to wear track suit tops wherever they are. And how are we finally repaying them? The smoooooooooooth taste of Coors Light, which is now available in Moscow
. The fine Coors folks seem determined to crack the Ruskies beer appetite; perhaps a CL flavored vodka would've been more appropriate? So this Fourth (as SG Alum Broz once said) as you are enjoying your Mexican beer, Chinese fireworks, and German brauts, remember your Pops and his cronies, who kicked some commie ass, brooke down their walls, and satisfied their thirst with some of Golden's finest! USA USA USA!
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