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Don't call it a comeback. (Well, maybe call it a comeback). Sorry. It's been hectic lately. (Almost like I've been up in Queens.) But the technical problems are over and Click and Move is back in your life.
First sports, then Viagra City, Chile:
My pick is Detroit vs. San Antonio in the finals. (Sorry, Candace.) Here's the thing: The Spurs are the champs for a reason -- they are a great team. People who call San Antonio boring are myna birds.
Every team needs a Big Three, right? Well, Tony Parker penetrates defenses as easily as a straw penetrates a diet Coke. Manu Ginobili leads the league in getting cussed at through my TV. And Tim Duncan's career speaks for itself.
As for the other main rotation players, they do what the Rock told them to do. They know their roles and shut their mouths.
The Spurs players understand the team's system and philosophy. And, for that matter, so does every other team in the league -- but no one can stop it. Gregg Popovich spells his first name wrong, but he sure can coach.
All that said, they ain't beating my Pistons in June.
(I'll tell you why Detroit is going to win it all after the first round.)
*My take on IndyCar is on the main page.
Click and Move!
You see that new Plies and Ne-Yo video?
First of all, a friend of mine wears really preppy clothes, and I guarantee you that he's going to get that boler hat Ne-Yo's wearing by Friday or I'm not the superman from Southfield. (And I am, so he will.)
Secondly, Ms. Jackson is not a bust it baby. (And if you know why I call her Ms. Jackson then you should be cracking up right about now.)
*No shit. Glad they had time to get to the bottom of that. Not like there's cancer or anything to worry about.
*Awwww, yeah. That's one hell of a straight-forward thinking mayor. But this is a business opportunity. Peep: We all get our money together to buy a stack of "Slow Jamz" and "Quiet Storm" CDS, all the Cognac we can carry and aspirin -- lots and lots of aspirin. The we head down there, set up shop and sell tiempo para el sexo bundle packs. (The aspirin is for all the women who claim to have headaches.)
See you tomorrow.
