This makes me so happy.

Bounce Pass + Alley-Oop = Dougie Time

Where Amazing Happens.

I went to my first NBA game in years (pathetic, I know) last night and watched this happen, it shortly followed by a "GOT DAYUM!":



As a long-time Clippers fan, and life-time Blazers, I was kind of torn between who to root for in this game. Primarily because the Clippers are young, exciting to watch, and have a legitimate chance of making the playoffs...and even making a splash in them.
Meanwhile, the Blazers are essentially willing to put anybody in uniform as long as they have knees. Their "Rise with Us" slogan is no longer applicable, it should instead be replaced with a "Rehab with Us", or "If you even look at a Blazers jersey your knees will explode." Granted, LaMarcus Aldridge has been playing out of his mind, but you see my dilema.
But then I remembered that I hate LA and love the Northwest; problem solved.

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RIP Dave Niehaus, 1935-2010.

Seattle's voice of summer: Dave Neihaus, 1935-2010. RIP old friend.

I've never had more bittersweet homecoming than I had last Thursday:
After I had walked into my parents' and said my hellos/gave my hugs, my mom causally said "We saved these for you," and handed me the front page and sports section from that day's Seattle Times.
Because of my mid-term schedule, I hadn't had time to do very much of anything outside the school spectrum, so the front page of the Times reading "Dave Niehaus, 1935-2010 Our Voice of Summer" was devastating. And he truly was, among a multitude of other things, the voice of puget sound summers.
It's a surreal notion to try to grapple with; that the man who was a Mariner before any player even donned an M's uni, who was an embodiment of the franchise itself, died suddenly from a heart attack in his Bellevue home Wednesday night.
On Friday, I stopped by Safeco Field and signed my thanks and name on a poster for Mr. Neihaus outside of home plate, but I still can't fully grasp the idea that I won't hear him on 710am as I drive around the streets of Seattle.
Thank you for everything Mr. Neihaus, you will be missed; into the crisp autumn night goes the voice of summer.
Fly Fly Away.


A Mariner's fan says good bye to Dave Niehaus at his home plate memorial

still.grimey Supports Husky Basketball

So my fellow students at the University of Oregon may not be to thrilled with me when I say that I like the Huskies, particularly their basketball program. But, fuck them. I was watching B-Roy and Nate Rob before they were watching Aaron Brooks and ...?
At this juncture in the tournament, much to the chagrin of my bracket, I'm really pulling for the Q-Pon, Isiah Thomas, and the rest of the boys in purple-n-gold to make a deep run in the tourney. While your boy yung.geezy does have them in the sweet sixteen, albeit losing to West Virginia, I think it would be a great thing for the city of Seattle to have a basketball team to root for early in April (because, you know, the Sonics got, like, stolen or something).

Eat your heart out Kentucky, the 206 has the illest dancers in the tourney.

Also, it should be noted that Isiah Thomas (far right in above picture) is hooping in a pair of Space Jam XIs. Should you not know what those are, click here.

Poor Gudda Gudda.

Literally. The Young Money MC, pictured above, is [allegedly] out twenty gs on yesterday's Super Bowl XLIV. In an MTV story Gudda, a New Orleans native, claimed "I been rockin with the Colts for years. I got twenty racks on the Colts." Sports karma is a bitch. Gudda Gudda is just another example as to why its bad business to bet against your home team.

The Who? The Fuck?

So out of no where, The Who wound up with the halftime spot for Super Bowl XLIV... and killed it. Their light show, which was reminiscent of J Lo's "Waiting for Tonight" music video, was absolutely phenomenal. Pete Townshend and Robert Daltrey sounded great belting out "Baba O'Riley". What was not so great, however, was that Pete had left his shirt unbuttoned at the bottom, letting us see the middle aged wasteland that his stomach has become. Which was not very enjoyable to watch jiggle, and subsequently leads one to believe that Pete has not been fighting for his meals.


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Christmas Come Early.

I don't think I've been this excited about a Mariners season since the 90s when we were boasting rosters with the likes of The Big Unit, A-Rod, Junior, Edgar Martinez(when he could still walk), Dan Wilson, Jay Buhner, Joey Cora, etc.. And I don't know that I've been this excited about baseball in December since, well, ever.
"But Geezy," you might find yourself asking, "where is this new found excitement stemming from?"
Quite simple my little reader: From the signing of the man pictured below...
CLIFF LEE!

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Week 15 Picks

As usual, home teams in caps, spreads from covers.com.

I'm running off to a Christmas party tonight and don't have time for an anecdote. However, you better bet your ass I'll be talking Tigermate tonight.

COLTS -3
SAINTS -7.5
Bills +9
Cardinals -12.5
CHIEFS -1
Packers +1.5
Giants -3
EAGLES -9
RAVENS -11
Raiders +14
Bengals +6.5
HAWKS -6.5
PANTHERS +9

Super Picks:

COLTS -3
Packers +1.5
CHIEFS -1

Year: 21-27
Super Picks: 2-4

The Elephant in the Room: Eldrick Woods

Recently, a fellow still.grimey blogger mentioned that Tiger Woods "is only human, and that he feels remorse." Hmm, how sad. It turns out humans are prone to sleeping with double digit amounts of women (Yes we're getting close to the teens now people) while married. Save me the "human" crap, Tiger is about as far from human as any professional athlete I know. The only time the guy even cared about us caring about him, was when he was flashing his white teeth in front of the Gilette cameras, or doing a one-on-one interview with Jim Nancy Pants Nantz after birdie-ing the 18th to win The Masters.
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Condoms and NFL Week 14 Picks

Why do I feel so embarrassed when I buy condoms? I should feel proud, elated, and frankly focused more on my impending task - getting down. This last situation may be the crux of the problem. There's a common misconception that anyone buying condoms is immediately rushing home to use the entire pack. Whether it's a 3-pack, 12-pack, or a Costco-pack we just assume anyone carrying condoms is going to get laid within minutes, numerous times, with numerous people, and numerous fetishes. Not so. For instance, I'm an avid arts-N-crafts hobbyist and I use the latex from condoms to stretch around toy mobiles to create a large model planet Earth inhabited by Bubble-Boys and Bubble-Girls.
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Starbucks and NFL Week 13 Picks

I went to Starbucks this morning before class. I never go to Starbucks unless my girlfriend bribes me with a free coffee, or I have to meet some random person I met on Craigslist. I'm not talking about random ass hookers like the kind Tiger meets on Craigslist. I'm talking about shit like, "I dropped my phone in the toilet and let's just say I wasn't standing up when it happened and now I need to go to craigslist.com for a fucking replacement."

Essentially here are my only three reasons for ever going into a Starbucks:
1. I have a midterm/project/exam in class and I need to grab a coffee or tea (yeah I drink tea sometimes, deal with it).
2. My girlfriend tells me she'll buy me a coffee if I go inside with her.
3. I have to meet some random person that I met on Craigslist.
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Oh. My. God

Blogging at work is always risky, but especially when watching videos that make you jump out of your chair with a "GOT DAYUMN!":

LORD HAVE MERCY!
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Now starting Right Field for the Birmingham Barons...

...with a career batting average of .202, from Wilmington, North Carolina, number 45, Michaaaaaaaaael Jorrrrrrrrrrrrrrdan!

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The Kid is Back!

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