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Week 2 (June 14th – 21st)
M bike 40mi, T run 6.5mi, W run 5.5mi, Th 0, F 0, Sa run 7.8mi, Su run 5.5
Bike – 40 miles Run – 25.3 miles

Well this concludes the 4^th week of my Wisconsin existence and the 2^nd of my NotDrugs existence. Monday was a great bike ride, during which I crushed the only hill I have been able to find out here.  On said ride, I also noticed that something was wrong with my back wheel.  Turns out, the spokes where loose and the wheeled was wobbling on its axis. Shit.

You're Fired!

Tuesday, I drove out to the bike shop, and my muffler just falls off on the drive.  Just like if the little gremlin under the truck that runs the exhaust system, the muffler gremlin (sounds like a nickname of an STD), went on strike.  Yes, on my drive to fix my bike, my truck broke.  What do I do?  That’s right, go across the street to the River House Bar and have a beer; A Spotted Cow.  Then I drove that garbage-truck-on-steroids-sounding piece of Pennsylvania metal back to the hospital.  I went for a solid run after all that though.  Day could’ve been worse.

Another decent run on Wednesday, my ‘rents came into town to visit me, and I took the truck into the shop to be re-mufflered.  I drove to the garage and ran back to the hospital (interesting progression of transportation during the week so far). Fitnessing was put on hold while the parents visited the Dairyland.  Thank God they came. I almost forgot the wonders of beers with good food.

Real Thirsty!

Saturday was a wild day, for Wisconsin that is. First, a joke of an 8 mile run, where I had to stop, again. That’s two Saturdays in a row I had to stop during a run due to out-of-shapness.  I wondered if traveling this hard road is worth it, but I was quickly reminded of the taste of glory from two years ago.  I Dragged myself home, to fight another day.  Then the Sheas ventured off into the wild cheese-filled yonder to find someway to spend the day.  We failed.  Beers over dinner made it all better.

On Sunday, I hit the pavement with the goal of redemption in mind.  Goal accomplished, time for a reward.  I broke a tradition and downloaded an album before its official relese date, but hot damn was it worth it. The Roots – How I Got Over; filthy to the point that I had to take a shower afterwards (actually, I had to take a shower because of my run, but that’s besides the point).  I’m not gonna break it down song by song, but it’s very different from what they have done before.  I was a little disappointed by Rising Down (their last album), but the fact that it was a stepping stone to this, made it a little better.

?uestlove Says "Buy my Shit!"

Overall it’s softer and lighter, there are no real bangers like “Here I Come”, “Boom” or “Becoming Unwritten”.  The interludes are fantastic, straight from the commercial breaks on LNWJF.  The Money Making Jam Boys flex some serious muscle, too, over some hypnotic ?uestlove driven beats.  Also, best album art since The Tipping Point.  All these factors just allow the album to flow as a whole, which is rare these days.  You should peep it legally on the MySpace, or cop it at your local record store on the 22^nd, don’t download it for free.  If you do steal it, go see them live to make up for it (you actually get the better of the deal anyway).

What iceberg!?!?!

It’s this shit that is keeping me going strong out here, this unreal list of summer albums, a list that hasn’t even really started yet.  Come Tuesday, new releases from The Black Keys, Reflection Eternal, Tame Impala and The Roots will have been dropped.  That’s only the tip of the iceberg.  The shit the Titantic hit will consist of Big Boi, Kid Cudi, Panda Bear and M.I.A. And then this winter…TRON, ‘nuff said.  It’s this outrageous new music that makes boredom bearable. That and the ability to talk to 10 people in 10 different cities, 6 states, and three time zones, from the end of the hall (as I think I mentioned before, I don’t have internet in my room, so most of my surfing is done at the end of the hall on a folding chair).

And in case you thought I forgot, I mentioned a World Cup recap for this week so here it is:  America isn’t good enough, England and Italy are not as good as they thought, Spain is not as good as everyone else thought, it’ll take a Mandela Miracle to get just one African team into the second round, France is fucked, and Brazil will win the whole thing.

Moo.

Week 1 (June 7th – June 13th)
M bike 27.3mi, T run 5.5mi, W run 5.5mi, Th bike 36.1mi, F bike 44.2mi, Sa run 7.5mi, Su sat around 0
Ran – 18.5miles. Biked – 107.6miles.

This is not Tim Shea. But in 1972 it could have been.

Discovered that I have 43 songs on my computer that are exactly 4:20 long.  Listening to them all.  Watching Criminal Minds on mute; I do this a lot, listen to music while watching muted TV.  I feel it is a good way to figure out if you really want to watch the show.  If just from the soundless action you are intrigued, then you’ll definitely enjoy watching it with sound.  Try it out and tell me I’m wrong. If you decide to keep the TV muted and continue with the tune-bumping, even better.  The overflow of stimulus to the brain as well as the imagination facilitations of music will keep your gray matter sharp.  You’ll learn to block out distractions and focus better on the aspect of your environment that you really want to pay attention to.  And it might prevent dementia (All of that stuff is speculation, especially the last one, the dementia one.  But I could be one to something don’t you think?  I mean I did I came up with this idea for wireless electricity about a year back).

Both of those hands are Tim Shea's.

Think about it, it’s the same thing as wireless internet and cordless phones.  You plug a box into the wall and devices all over a certain area can receive a signal just like you were plugged into your phone, cable, what-have-you jack.  Now you might say, shit what about a battery, that’s wireless electricity.  True, but with an ‘electricity router’ you’ll never go dead or need to re-charge, and operate with much more power. You can’t run a plasma with batteries, you need the power from the outlet.  The TV could receive the electricity from the router through a specific receiver.  You follow me?  Well if not maybe this guy can explain it better, but I promise you I had that whole theory I just gave you before I saw that video, or even heard of WiTricity. The professionals definitely dress it up much better than I can, but I’m just saying I can have some pretty wild ideas that could actually work.

This blog thing probably isn’t one of them.

This isn't where Tim Shea is.

Either way, here is your first weekly update.  The exercise went surprisingly well, until Saturday.  I looked on a map, a paper map (it’s odd that I need to clarify that, fucking technology), and plotted out this route and judged it to be 6 miles, turned out to be a bit off. So I was out running and feeling like shit – I can now see how those before me have had such trouble with their re-fitnessing.  We’re all feeling great for a few days, then BAM! all that activity catches up with you and crashes you back to reality,  the reality that you haven’t been doing that exercise shit for months and tried to pick up where you left off.  Your body gives you a few days to cut it out then it gets pissed and makes everything hurt.  So you stop, go three weeks without exercise because of fear, and then try it again out of stupidity, repeat.  NOT ME, not this time. Not because I have committed to this blog thing and have millions religiously following the Dairyland Memoirs.  I’m sticking with it this time because, did I mention, there is nothing else to do out here.  I did take Sunday off, though (I’m just agreeing with the body, 6 straight days is a tad much). But, back to the miss-mapping.

So I’m out running, didn’t bring a watch so I don’t really have an idea how long I’ve been out or how far I’ve gone, my location is an estimate based off of my memory of the map and as I said, I’m dying.  I have never felt that terrible before in my life.  It was so bad I had to stop for a minute or two (mind you, stopping has been more of a fopah than fishnets at a catholic grade school ever since I was in high school). I was suffering. When I finally get back to the hospital and mapped out the route using the interweb, it turns out I had already run well over 6 miles before I stopped, and the whole run was close to 8 miles (fucking paper).

Overall, I’d say my third week out here went well.  The road to glory has very bumpy and up-hill start, but I should have expected that. Stayed tuned if you want. Although, if you don’t, you’ll be left out of half of the conversations come Tuesday.  Also, keep your eyes out for the 2010 World Cup Round by Round previews/updates. This is Tim Shea Doin’ Work.

Out.

TSHEA

Our loyal fan, TShea, has finally made his way to the limelight of Not Drugs. Yes, I know you have been waiting for him to finally break into the Not Drugs literary scheme of things, and so I won’t delay it any further. Let’s open the curtains on this weekly diary from the TShea (he’ll explain the rest)…

Mooo.

PREFACE

This begins the Dairyland Diary. This will chronicle my life’s happenings during the remaining 10 weeks of my stay here in the bosom of America. I’m in Wisconsin, get it? The Dairyland, The Bosom…nothing yet…well I’m sure these misunderstandings will happen a lot. Damn, ‘misunderstandings’ is a really long yet commonly used word.  It’s not a Scribbs Spelling Bee word and certainly won’t make a small Indian kid do this, but it’s a double digit letter word that we were using back in grade school, go us. I mean I am a terrible speller and I banged out that 17 letter word twice without a red skwiggle (like the one that just showed up under skwiggle, fuck you Bill Gates, it’s a word). So, this, um…well, yeah it’s a diary, nah fuck that, these memoirs (not sure what those are, but screw it) will mostly revolve around my attempt to get back in shape so I can make a legitimate ‘run’ at reclaiming my title at Ithaca College’s XC Alumni Run this Labor Day weekend. There will also be numerous ramblings about whatever I want. Like this:

Extraordinary Human Being

Just got off the phone with my former assistant coach from my days back in Ithaca, and he has agreed to help me organize this hap-hazard attempt at a return to glory. A re-fitness plan if I may. (Re-fitness meaning, I was fit, quite fit actually, then I lost all but my ability to play basketball a little bit longer than most of my friends, and now I’m trying to get fit again, re-fit, re-fitness). I haven’t seriously trained for anything since my outdoor track career fizzled out in May of last year. Now through mostly road biking and running I’ll attempt to match my athletic ability, from two years ago when I won the alumni race as a college senior (and team captain).  Winning that race solidified me as one of the greatest Alumni race performers in the race’s history, at least in my mind. Allow me to force you into agreement. As a freshman, after only running with the team for about a week I was 4^th on the varsity and 5^th overall.  Sophomore year saw me climb to the top spot on the team and 4^th in the race behind two former All-Americans and a dentist.  My junior year I narrowly lost the race to the greatest runner in Ithaca’s history.  As I mentioned before, my senior saw me finally reach the top of the podium, spearheading a varsity bludgeoning of the washed up Alumni Squad. Clearly, in my four years as an ICXCer, I became a force, if not The Force, to be reckoned with at the Alumni 5k.

King of the Rebounds.

Quite the reputation, wouldn’t you say?  It wasn’t quite Armstrong’s dominance over there in France but more like Rodman’s reign over the rebounding title. It didn’t really matter, but was still kinda like a big deal… Last year’s run was piss poor in comparison to my previously mentioned accomplishments, but after enjoy every ounce of a summer in Ithaca, I was asking for it.

This is now the third week that I have been here in Wisconsin. The first two weeks my only exercise has been 3-5 bike rides a week, and today marks my first run in God knows how long.  Fuck me, I’m already sore and I finished an hour ago. What I am hoping will give me an edge this summer is the fact that I am living in a hospital. Yep. In the hospital that I am interning at. How’s that an edge? Well, it’s just wrong to get blasted alone in my room one floor up from the folks I treat in the morning and even worse to drive drunk back to a facility filled with people recovering from traumatic brain injuries; I’ll spare myself that irony. So for the most part, this ought to be a relatively substance free summer, the exact opposite from last summer when the fall from shape began with a gin-fueled bang. I also lack internet in my

Someone is Cheesefaced.

room, so staying up late to do…well needless to say, the internet’s bottomless cornucopia of entertainment will rarely rob me of the all important 7-8 hours of sleep a night. And I’m in the middle of fucking nowhere! You ever heard of Waterford, WI?  Of course not, there is nothing to do out here but go to tractor pulls and getting cheesefaced (that’s what they call getting drunk out here, or at least they should). I have way too many teeth for the first and have already explained why the second is not an option.  With a healthy liver, plenty of sleep and time, I think I can pull this off.

I think that’s enough background and I’ll spare you anymore ramblings this time around. The stage is set, I have 13 weeks to get in champion shape and unfortunately I don’t have the equipment or skill to just throw a montage together and have it all happen in two minutes, so actual hard work and weekly updates of my trials and tribulations will have to suffice. Now excuse me while I navigate my way through an hour long Yes marathon.

TSHEA

It’s 1 – 1 at the half. It doesn’t matter that USA’s goal wasn’t the greatest, it was a goal. Get your flags out. Drink your American made beers. And get a healthy American drunk going.

AMERICA!!

I know, it’s a bit late this month, but it’s here, finally. And usually I’d make you read my little blurbs on each song but because I’ve made you wait this long, I’m just gonna throw it at you head on. I think this is my favorite playlist to date, so I hope you like it too. Droppin’ bombs like hot skillets and boom…

If you click on the picture, you’ll get the link. There’s a large mix in this month’s playlist, got a whole buncha sounds from all corners, even some corners that weren’t really corners but are corners for this post, and this post only.

I wouldn’t lie, this mix is down right filthy. And it includes one of my favorite songs that have ever come across my ears, ever. That’s right, just puttin’ it out there. Leave me some drops on the comments and let me know how you are feelin’ the tunes.

I’m back, get ready for the re uppin’ on the up and up.

Dwb.

So things have been pretty hectic, hence why there has been a lack of me on this here website. I’ve had a pretty tiring work week, and so I haven’t had much free time to talk to you, but here I am now, kinda on the verge of finishing up this intense period of days.

One of the big reasons why this past week has had me pretty fatigued is because of this event that’s happening at the running store I work at. The event is called Race Across the Window. There’s a team of 8 cyclists that are riding in the front window of our store on a compu-trainer (a bike trainer that mimics elevation change and stuff like that) in 3 hour shifts, for 24 hours until they reach an accumulative 3000 miles. They started this past Thursday at noon and have been riding ever since.

Another, if not more, important note is that they are riding for the CAF (Challenged Athletes Foundation). It’s a foundation that aids to handicapped athletes in achieving their athletic goals. I had a chance to ride with the founder of this event, Jonathan Cane, and have since had the chance to chat with him quite frequently (seeing as he doesn’t really leave the store, cause he, well, can’t). Here’s a quick video I did on the event, Coach Cane, and the CAF.

So visit RaceAcrossTheWindow.com for more information about the event, how to donate, and everything else (there’s also a live stream of the riders on the site, check that at any hour, pretty funny). And if you are in the NYC, stop by Jackrabbit Sports, located on 14th Street between 5th and 6th Ave in the Union Square area. There’s said to be a bunch of big triathletes coming to the store the next couple of days as well as a bunch of CAF athletes and most of them will be guest riding the 2nd compu-trainer along with one of the 8 riders on the Race Across the Window Team. This will probably only go on until Tuesday so come visit while you can.

Dwb.

So the finals are set. Celtics v. Lakers. The C’s have been the underdog in each of their playoff matchups this year. LA has been the leading western team since they won the championship last year. This is the 13th matchup between the two teams, but this isn’t your classic Boston/LA matchup. Boston is scrappy, old, and slow…but so are the Lakers. The Celtics do have Rondo, their new superstar, but rely on a rotating leader for each game (they just don’t have the youth and energy to keep a consistent leader on the floor, but that’s not a bad thing). The Lakers have Kobe. He’s their leader, and that’s that. If he does badly, the Lakers will lose. If he does well, the Lakers will win. Black and white. And now that the stage is set, let’s see what Not Drugs thinks of this matchup, who is going to win, and anything else we decide is worth your time.

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The C's 4 Lyfe.

We done came up, Boston.  We done came up hard.  Most of us thought we couldn’t do it…myself AND Bill Simmons included.  But when the smoke cleared, D-wade wasn’t enough, The King didn’t have anyone to watch his back, and Superman came up short.  And all there was, in the east at least, was green and white.

I truly believe that green and white is all there’s going to be left.  This time I’m going to keep the faith and say the Celtics will stand victorious over the Lakers…as it always should be.  I was angry for years that I was never able to catch a Celtics/Lakers finals growing up.  And now?  TWO in THREE years.  It’s amazing.

My theories:
1) Derek Fisher is going to be OUTPLAYED by Rajon Rondo.  Flatout.  Fisher just barely got by in the previous three rounds…but not this one.  Rondo is younger than Steve Nash, faster and more explosive than Deron Williams, and more experienced than Russel Wetsbrook.  He doesn’t stand a chance.  He needs to be double-teamed.  Which leads to:
2) One of the Big Three has to be open.  Unless the Lakers are stupid (and they’re not) they’re going to be calling some double teams on Rondo at times.  Which means, with a little bit of movement at the right times, at least Allen or Pierce has to be open for a shot.  Also, the Lakers haven’t forgotten about what happened last time they played: Gasol got brutalized by KG.  HARD.  So they might send an Odom or an Artest his way at times, creating the same situation.
3) I truly see Sasha Vujacic, Jordan Farmar, Luke Walton and, at least for this series, Andrew Bynum as serious liabilities.  They’re defense is sub-par and their offense is laughable (truth be told, it’s not their faults, they basically run the Triangle O through Kobe/Pau).  The only real threats are Odom and Shannon Brown, and that’s if they both show up.  I’m really nervous about Odom, though.  He’s a dangerous quiet man…I hate dangerous quiet men.

Boston flies.  LA dies.  In 6.  Promise.

And for MVP? Rajon Rondo. Done.

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Go Blackhawks.

Maybe I’m just stricken with “I listen to bands you’ve never heard of syndrome” but I am completely disinterested in this finals match up.  I hate both these teams.  Similarly I hate the Yankees and the Red Sox.  I hate the Red Wings and the Penguins.  I hate the Cowboys and the Giants (as well as the Packers, Vikings, Redskins and Eagles).  What I’m getting at is I wish both of these teams could lose.

That being said I’ve got the Lakers in 6.  Yes I know I’ve picked against the Celtics throughout the playoffs and we’ve all seen how that worked out.  If the Celtics end up going all the way then you’re welcome for all the reverse jinxes Mr. Williams.  The only way the Celtics are going to win is if Rondo majorly mans up and dominates.  He’s got the best matchup advantage and it’s time for him to make it official that the Celtics are his team.  I know he’s had a great playoffs but he shrinks from the spotlight like a bare dick in a blizzard during the last five minutes of tight games.  He was practically shoving the ball down Paul Pierce’s throat at the end of game 4.  So barring a major mood-swing from Rajon, I see Kobe rounding out his greatest Laker ever resume by beating Boston.  Go Blackhawks!!!

My choice for MVP, Kobe Bryant. I know I picked him in round 2 also, but fuck it, he’s the only choice.

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Tough Decision.

On the lines of what Portman said, I hate New England sports, and I hate Los Angeles sports. But as an NBA fan, this isn’t the worst finals that could have happened. San Antonio v. Orlando? That would have been the worst finals since San Antonio v. Detroit. I have a bias against both teams, but I feel the matchup will actually be relatively entertaining. Both teams play really the same type of basketball. Their offenses revolve around three players, and each have pretty physical and scrappy defenses. The Celtics have an emerging superstar in Rondo, who needs to step back up on his ladder of success and tear apart the Lakers on offense. But the Lakers have Kobe, who has been on one of his best runs ever. He single-handedly took down a really good Suns team. The Suns guarded him exactly as they should have; they couldn’t do anything more, and Kobe still took them down. But that’s all the Lakers have. No one else has stepped up. The Celtics have had different people step up when needed, the only thing is, they need Rondo to be on his game every game, as well as one of the other big 3 to complement him. That’s how they’re going to win.

And you know what, I think the Celtics can make it happen. As much as it saddens me to say this about a New England team, it would be worse if I sad this about a team that Kobe Bryant played for. The Boston Celtics will win this series in 6 games. I said it. Fuck’n ‘A.

And you know what, I’m goin’ for Ray Allen for MVP. It probably won’t happen, but it’s been kind of my theme for the entire playoffs this year. Jesus Shuttlesworth, don’t fail me now.

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And where are we in points? Let’s add them up:

Williams: 16

Letham: 14 + 1 (MVP to Rondo because the numbers weren’t staggering towards Nash – Nash did have a better series, just not that much better – and when do you have an MVP who wasn’t completely memorizing that was on a losing team. Rondo won, Rondo gets MVP) 15

Portman: 14

And there you have it, the final analysis from Not Drugs on the NBA. It’s been a fun trip, we’ve had a ball doing it. We’ll probably do it with other things, who knows. Nascar? The US Open? The World Cup? It’s all in our reach now. Enjoy the finals now my peeps. Stay Up.

I’ve talked a lot about The Black Keys during the last year or so. But why wouldn’t I? They’re f’n incredible. They are, by far, the best thing for music right now. And they’ve done something even better for music: they’ve come out with a new album entitled Brothers.

Your Favorite Album of the Year.

Off. The. Hook.

Let’s dig, dug, dig into this new album, and why this is your favorite band, even if it’s not (but it is).

Dan and Pat. Introduce yourselves.

Right away, with their first song “Everlasting Light”, the album is something new for them. Dan Auerbach (the lead singer/guitarist) strays away from his regular straining/soulful singing voice to something quieter, more universally pleasant. He sings over a repetitive drum/clap/guitar beat that doesn’t change much throughout the song. It’s a great opener that really gets you ready for something different, a new side of The Black Keys.

The next two tracks, “Next Girl” and “Tighten Up,” are closer to what we remember from Dan and Patrick Carney (the drummer). Dan’s voice moves back to the unique, soul-driven range, and the music loudens up a bit. Both are a lot more radio-friendly than we’ve seen from them in the past, but that’s only to say if the radio would even play these songs. The track, “Next Girl”, has a thumpin’ bass, a beautiful howl comin’ from Auerbach and an awfully slick and simple guitar riff. The latter half of “Tighten Up” (which I’ve been told is actually on the radio) has a tough-to-not-want-to-love transition at the 2:35 mark that just gets me everytime. Here’s that track for your listening pleasure.

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B.A.B. (Bad ass beard).

One of my two favorite tracks follows, “Howlin’ For You”, blares through the system next. So Gritty. So Rugged. So F’N ill. The singalong chorus works so well for this song, and I can picture this song being played at a bar in the middle of Mississippi, by a blind man on a sit-down slide guitar, just whailin’ away. Except it’s actually a hairy young gentleman just throwin’ down hard. It’s a vintage feel, but still lets me know this is an original deal, not some copy or spin-of of an already used sound. It truely is lovely. So, so lovely.

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Throwin'. Down.

The next couple of tracks have a patented Black Keys feel. “Black Mud” is a pretty dope instrumental (for some reason they don’t do too many instrumental tracks; this is a reason why they should), and “The Only One” brings us back to Auerbach’s melodic, nice-and-easy voice. What’s cool about this track is that the voice, the drums, the guitar, everything, are all at a very similar volume. You can hear everything that’s going on with this track, and it’s killer. Like, killer to the point where I’d want a S.W.A.T. team on these guys because I feel it will become a serial spree of murderous intentions. That killer.

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And then my other favorite track shows its head. entitled”Ten Cent Pistol”, it’s incredibly simple, so cleverly simple, and the vocals are of a storytelling nature walking you through a literarily eerie affair. This is my favorite vocal performance on the album by Auerbach just by his delivery alone. His guitar plucking is on key in this song, just echoing like mad. With that said, here’s the track for your own conclusions to be drawn:

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Tracks like “Kid Sinister” and “The Go Getter” keep the album moving along; no filler track in sight. Each song is quality, entertaining, straight up good music. The latter half of the album does quiet down a bit, though, but I think this album tried to bring that side of The Black Keys out more than in any other album, and they succeeded without creating an entire album of slow, melodic songs. The track “Unknown Brother” is a pretty sad song, probably about a death or a lost individual, with a lot of mentions of a past brother, but it’s by no means a ballad or anything like that. The Black Keys can’t keep you sitting, it’s not in their genes to do so.

With my expectations set at some Mount Everest-type shit, The Black Keys delivered one of the year’s best with ease. These two haven’t slowed down, nor have they given any signs that they will. And at this point, there’s no way that any other band could still be ahead of this one, which now we can call properly name, your favorite band.

You love them. You really, really love them.

You’re welcome in advance, at the present, or from the past,

Dwb.

Blu announced recently through his tumblr that he’s going to be selling a bunch of art work that he made at an art show that has yet to be set (he is announcing the date and location through his tumblr so keep an eye out for that). The cool thing is that each piece of art is $5 and with every purchase, you receive a copy of his mixtape, TheGodleeBarnesLp, that was completely written, performed, produced, arranged, and mixed by him, with the entire tracklist and cover art written/drawn by him, individually.

If that’s not hip hop, I don’t know what is.

Dwb.

So we are back, but we left Lebron along the way, tangibly, but definitely not intangibly. But before we get into Lebron’s future, along with the future of a lot of other free agents and drooling franchises, we’re gonna quickly take a stage dive into the predictions for the Eastern and Western Conference Finals. Portman? Williams? I know you’re still here. Let’s do this.

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