Whattup world! Welcome to Snapneck Life. First and foremost this is NOT any of the following: strictly fashion; strictly music; strictly life/society; strictly sports. Consider this your perfect cocktail of full-on contact – brutally honest perspective of what’s going on in this head of mine. It’s gonna be a beautifully dark variety of ridiculousness and humor, sprinkled with pop culture. Get it? Got it? Good, good.
As I woke up this morning, fresh off the hangover of the Black Friday high of copping my beautifully crafted black/cement Jordan 3s at 4:30 AM, I didn’t even have a chance to wipe the cold outta my eyes, pour a cup of black coffee, or brush these teeth before I heard that the NBA is FINALLY coming back. The haze cleared outta my head with the reality that Gang Green is really gonna hit the parquet at the new Garden en route to Banner 18. Moment of silence for the competition, please…
Alright, there we go. Give just a minute to think on this – Garnett, Pierce, and Allen are back. Rondo’s again running on the break. Tommy’s back in the booth, giving perspective from a wild old man’s vantage point. I sat here for 149 days, making a snack of my cuticles, with just the threat of having this season get pushed back further than LeBron’s hairline. I couldn’t fathom watching hockey or hearing another word about our beloved beer-swilling, Popeye’s ordering, September collapsing, and ensuing debacle driven Red Sox. The biggest present under my faux Christmas tree this year will be watching C’s spank the Knicks. Breathe in the Green, people! Feels nice, right? Yeahhh, I thought it would.
All I’m saying is today is the day that defines all days going forward. Sounds a bit dramatic, but it is what it is. I won’t bite my tongue, that I promise you. I’m fully ready for the love, the hate, the adulation, the disgust. That’s what makes me the way I am – no filter, just reality.
If you know me, I’m sure you folks already know that calling me “opinionated” is selling me shorter than the lovelife of the square dudes that listen to Drake…alone…and struggle to perfect their thirst via Facebook and Twitter. So lemme parlay this into showing my appreciation for giving me an opportunity to show you what it’s like to see things thru these green eyes of mine. Pull your laptop or smartphone close, pour a drink, and chill. The boy is back!
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