Second incident, summer of 1999: I was an intern at The New York Times that summer, but I went to Philly for a party. That weekend, we wound up going to a club in Old City, and a guy was trying to mack on this girl in our group. She didn’t give him the time of day. When we left, the guy followed her, and he employed two of his friends to stand between me and the girl so he could ‘holla.’ I was kind of buzzed, so I didn’t recognize them.
After she blew the dude off again, we were waiting for a cab and the guys pull up in an SUV. The ‘Mack’ told the girl he and his buddies played for the Atlanta Braves, and they could get her free tickets if she wanted. Then I looked into the SUV and realized who they were. The ‘Mack’ was Andruw Jones. The two guards (who I cursed at earlier, by the way) were Javy Lopez and John Freakin’ Rocker!
The girl didn’t leave with them. She hopped in the cab with me. I felt like a big dog.
Romania and Fiorentina striker Adrian Mutu tested positive for cocaine in 2004, causing Chelsea to terminate his contract. Chelsea sued him for the value of his transfer fee, and, after a five-year legal battle, the Court of Arbitration for Sport ruled in the club’s favor. Mutu now owes Chelsea about $24 million
July 31st, 2009 at 3:46 pm
i know we’re suppose to hate mickey factz but this is kinda hot. (though the beat is 95% of wut makes it so)
Why are we suppose to hate him? I think he’s okay…not the worst…
^yeah i agree. just the environment in nahLand (no landlord) is to hate him for the amount of posts he got. (some of it had to do with his short stories he wrote for each song he put out weekly i think)
July 31st, 2009 at 3:55 pm
>>U cop dimes and dubs, or are u a weight man? If I gotta buy a 20, I don’t even bother. I strictly work off of 8ths and Up
woah woah, are you wearing a wire?
Niggas get maaaad touchy wen discussing weed transactions. I think my potential dealer been flakin’ on me the past 2 nights over the same shit. Talkin bout, “nah man I gotta study.” fake ass college boy dealer. Don’t worry Esk, I don’t fux wit the po po.