Happy More Winter Bitches!

Enjoy your six more weeks of (ridiculously) mild winter. Should end just in time for the traditional March Madness opening weekend in the Electric City. Ain't nothing wrong with that.

We Apologize In Advance...Or Do We?

holla, holla, holla

Bojanglin' has been off to something of a rough start here in the aught and six, what with the promises of gay trashiness and the utter lack of posts and the what have you. But here is where everything changes. We's going rebel/pirate vibe. We are drunkenly taking things that should never see the light of day and creating classic posts with them. Y'all want a blog war? Y'all got it. Yeehaw! Here we go:

It should be noted that in the following "conversation", "ECP" is, in fact, ECP, and "IBD" may "have been drinking". Beyond those minor factoids and my utter lack of simple human decency, I hope some enjoy the following:

IBD: so now I am slowly but surely losing control of my limbs
BOJANGLES: I love that you had to have a mixed drink for caffeine
IDB: why else would I?
BOJANGLES: this idea can't miss
BO: I can't imagine
IBD: I didn't think I was making them as string as I was
BO: I like it
IBD: until I realized that I am on fourth one...from the same 24oz bottle of pepsi in a 16 0z glass
BO: I wen't to slicks about 6:30 tonight
BO: that's...even better
BO: ice does take up lots of room ya know
BO: liquor is kinda fun
IBD: it does....but still...I have been dancing around my apartment
IBD: it is...the best thing is...your mind is the last thing to go...so you don't realize how drunk you are til lyou try to walk
BO: it just hits you at some point
IBD: I love it
IBD: so Paul got his cowbell taken?
IBD: did they give him a warning?
BO: no warning
IBD: that sucks
BO: some college dick came up at half time and attacked

EDITOR'S NOTE - AND...CUE ECP

ECP: Danny, This is the ECP
ECP: The man took it away
IBD: bastard
ECP: apparently (is that a word?) it is "illegal"
ECP: to have an artifical noisemaker
ECP: at an american east basketball game
ECP: your ok if it is at a field ho
ECP: hoc
ECP: hocky game,
IBD: sumbitch
ECP: those dykes love that
ECP: shit
IBD: yeah
ECP: you are not a dyke are you?
ECP: cause im sorry if you
ECP: are
IBD: I am a dyke...
IBD: apparantly I am hot stuff in the gay community
ECP: oh god, my face is red
IBD: sorry
ECP: do you hate me?
IBD: never
ECP: cause I onc
ECP: e
ECP: did a r
IBD: I just wish o=you were more open minded
ECP: i cant type on this
ECP: what
IBD: or that you would introduce me to some of your dyke hockey friends
ECP: i am trying to say is i once read the "vagina monoluges"
IBD: I am quite drunk...
ECP: and it was brilliant
ECP: i had a few gennys
IBD: I like slicks
IBD: I can't wait till Syracuse
ECP: i like you
IBD: How about Su with the buzzer beater last night
ECP: a/s/l?
ECP: i was watching UAlbny
ECP: dominate
ECP: sorry, ecp has been drinking
IBD: ahh

and we're back...sorry, again, some drunken asshole(s) found this amusing.

FULL DISCLOSURE - BOJANGLIN' NEITHER KNOWS, NOR LIKES, ANY OF THESE PEOPLE. NOR ANYONE OF THEIR ILK.

K-Fed Truly is a "Big Ass"

This track is so hot, I'm sweating as I type this, yo. Maybe y'all will respect K-Fed for more than his sweet dance moves and baby blue tracksuit next time we run into him at the Saw Mill. Word.

This is the Greatest Night of My Life!!

Nope that ain't Master P. He only ball like he be. That is our boy, Lee (Levine, that is)

College basketball has long been a passion of ours. We cried when Syracuse lost to Indiana on Keith Smart's clutch baseline jumper. We are all, however, aware of how oversensitive we at Bojangles be. We are also aware that "March Madness" is the greatest sporting event known to man. But the NCAA tournament is, much like New Year's Eve, amature hour. You don't start watching the NFL only after the wild card round of the playoffs, nor MLB just in time for the LCS and World Series. True, there is something magical about the NCAA tourney. The David versus Goliath Scenarios. The heroic performances by kids half our age. The 260 pound secretary winning hundreds in the office pool based on picks made by her seven cats. Don't get us wrong, bojanglin' love dat shit too. But now is the time to jump on the college hoops bandwagon. Think about it, man. The games are short for those of us with an attention span that is a bit, ummm...where was I? The fans are passionate - even Dunford almost killed a wee man coach just this evening. The tix are cheap - UAlbany's can be had for an average of $3.50 apiece with your Price Chopper AdvantEdge card (or free after halftime).

But don't take my word for it, listen to a professional writer:

ALBANY, N.Y. -- The University at Albany's Recreation and Convocation Center is a subterranean concrete bunker of a gym, a good place to escape the crazy world above for a couple of hours. But in among Wednesday night's 2,000 studious observers spread out over the RACC's bleachers, two separate assemblages of noisy home fans (each 40 or so strong) did their best to make sure UAlbany's home gym didn't become library quiet.

One loud purple-and-gold crew was located behind the Great Danes' bench, the other in the bleachers behind the basket they were defending (all the better to distract the visiting Hartford Hawks' free-throw shooters). During breaks in the action, the two groups engaged in a little long-distance call and response.

I say U, you say A! U! (A!) U! (A!)

Hey, it's a start. For the most part, the RACC has been little more than a good place for UA students to crack textbooks and get some studying done … during games. The former teacher's college jumped from Division III to I in 1999, spent two years as an independent provisional, and had a rude initiation to the NCAA's top division: 20 total wins over its first three D-I seasons.

But head coach Will Brown began assembling a solid core of players in New York's capital city -- kids like guard Jamar Wilson (15.8 ppg) and small forward Brent Wilson (no relation, 11.5 ppg). Just like that, the Great Danes went from league punching bag to a tourney four-seed in one year, collecting 13 total wins in 2004-05.

And with the America East departures of Vermont's power trio and the Northeastern Huskies, Albany suddenly found itself in a position they haven't been since coach "Doc" Sauers took the Danes deep into the 1994 D-III NCAA Tournament: favorites. They were picked first in the conference coaches' poll as well as by Blue Ribbon Yearbook, a snowball of hype that was picked up and rolled along by the national (cough) media.

"At the beginning," Brown said. "Everybody thought we'd throw a cape on, jump out of a phone booth, be superheroes and go undefeated."

But Brown's bunch was much more Kazaam than Superman in the early going. After splitting a pair at their Coaches vs. Cancer pod in Gainesville, Fla., the doormat-to-destiny Danes returned to Albany and lost their home opener -- to the Sacred Heart Pioneers, a team that hasn't even qualified for the Northeast Conference's eight-team tourney in six tries. Albany had thrashed SHU 85-67 a year earlier on the road, without the services of then-junior Jamar Wilson.

"I think they thought that as soon as the ball went up for the tip-off, they were just going to go away," Brown recalled. "But they hung in there. When we lost to Sacred Heart, it was like, 'Oh, my God.' Our guys started panicking, they put a lot of pressure on themselves."

The embarrassing loss was like a collective leg iron on their California swing, a roadie on which they lost to San Diego State and UCLA. Then, in their key city game on Dec. 3 against the MAAC's Siena Saints, the Great Danes stormed back from 20 points down only to lose 82-74 in overtime.

"That loss really crushed us, because it's like the Albany Super Bowl around here," Brown said. "Guys were reading the newspapers and message boards. Everybody was writing, 'We thought you guys were supposed to be good, what's going on? Why aren't you doing this, why aren't you doing that?'"

Albany was returning to all-too-familiar territory: adversity, mediocrity and losing streaks.

"We were just wound up so tight," Brown said. "I told this team after we lost to Harvard [61-48, Dec. 17], 'Take all the expectations, all the pressure, and we're going to crumple it all up and throw it in the trash. We're not going to be concerned about anyone except us. If we stay focused, we'll see how quickly we start steamrolling to win after win.'"

Once all the preseason predictions were safely in the recycle bin, the heavy machinery came out. After losing six games over a seven-game stretch, Albany swept its first two league games (against Binghamton and Stony Brook), beat up on the Ivy League's bumbling Brown Bears over the holidays (a 62-47 win on Dec. 28), and then returned to America East play on Wednesday night with a solid 75-62 home victory over Hartford.

"At the level we're at in Division I, we're a one-bid league," Brown noted. "Take all the nonconference, forget about it. Learn from it, but forget about it. We're the only 3-0 team in the America East right now, and the only one that doesn't have a losing overall record. Are we the best team in our league? We don't talk about that."

No, that's an issue for the pundits and pollsters and bloggers to chew on. One thing is for certain, though -- no matter what its record, Albany will always be No. 1 with its furry team mascot, who's just a purple and gold suit and a giant "A" away from being a dead ringer for Scooby-Doo. And as for that growing core of devoted supporters, more wins always mean more fans. Soon they won't have to yell across the floor at each other.

I say Great, you say Danes! Great! (Danes!) Great! (Danes!)

Like I said, it's a start.

Mayhap we shall edit this into a sensible form in the future...more likely we will not.

Gayer Than a 3 Dolla Bill, Y'all

SoThis is K-Fed?

No mistaking this as the real Mr. Spears, Electric City.

You Should Be Thanking God That I Spend My Free Time Productively

Check out the nether regions on Ms. Eliza Dushku. 'Nuff said?

But don't Forget Paris!



Here at Bojanglin' we (you know, the royal we, man) have made a New Year's Resolution to be twice as gay and trashy in '06!

At Least He is Goddam Handsome

All I want for Christmas Is This Sweet Ass Shirt (and the hanger)

Okay, I'll admit it: I just don't seem to got it tonight. Maybe I should grab another delicious, Christmas/Wintery beer and fire up the old Peanuts Christmas special, I don't know. Maybe I need to do some rum shots and ride around on my domestic short-haired goat, Ricardo. Perhaps I should have just waited before flinging more cyber crap onto my beloved internet. I surely do wish I had some soft, buttery pretzels with spicy mustard right about now, I can tell you that much. Damn, this is fun. You were so right.

The Great Outdoors in a Glass

True enough, I don't know what that heading means any more than you do. Hell, I didn't even stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night. We don't support that sort of establishment in the Electric City. I did make $212 on Sunday whilst drinking (cheaply) and watching football (distractedly - you may as well know that I tend to lack focus), though. So believe me when I say stuff, at least to a point. Or don't believe me at all. Nobody could really blame you. I think Jim Valvano has been dead for twelve years now and this needs to be said: he was not all that handsome. He was also a kinda cool dude who could be a dick and is extremely overrated as a human and a coach because he had cancer and was somehow lucky enough to win an NCAA championship in a huge upset. Wow!! That Bojangles sure don't mind a courtin' controversy, do he?

post script - Don't y'all think it's about time for Dukie V to contract the Big C?

Damn, he done it again!

Back and Bloggin' (in our signature highly random fashion)

Well, kids, it has been quite a spell since last we sat and drank and shot the proverbial virtual shit, eh? One might imagine, given my lengthy layoff, that I am full to bursting with tales of adventure, intrigue, and hilarious tomfoolery. One might be very wrong in these imaginings, however. Or, perhaps, one might only be on one's third beer of the evening. I did manage to sample three very different (and all quite delicious) kinds of "Buffalo" wings on Sunday. Wait, where was I? On the couch, of course. My Christmas tree looks awful purty. I made it tonight. Did it all myself. I like to get drunk this time of year and stare at the lights whilst watching the Peanuts Christmas special repeatedly. You know how we do. It should be snowing soon given the time of year, but it is currently 84 degrees in our fair Electric City.
Speaking of the big city, I journeyed to my hometown of Randolph, NY (population: over 1,300!)recently for the holiday repast. Randolph is the proud home to a bowling alley, two bars (counting the Legion), two "restaurants", and a grocery store - with buggy hitching post, of course. Oh, and the 2005 Class D NYS Highschool Foosball Champeens! Word, exciting stuff. I'll leave you with that for now, it's all the inspirado I can spare. Worry not, gently buzzed readers, for there may yet be more to come. At some point.

NFL Football Notebook: Brady's deal doesn't look like such a steal - CBS SportsLine.com

NFL Football Notebook: Brady's deal doesn't look like such a steal - CBS SportsLine.com

Let's get one thing clear about the new contract signed by Tom Brady with the New England Patriots: It's not as much of a bargain for the team as some are painting it. Did he take less than he should have? Yes. But he got a hefty deal.

Perceptions aside, Tom Brady is laughing all the way to the bank. (AP)
Perceptions aside, Tom Brady is laughing all the way to the bank. (AP)
Yet for some reason, there's this romanticizing of the Patriots in regards to the family-style way they run their team, that Brady took a deal far below what he deserved for the good of the team. Many writers and broadcasters continually insist the players don't care about themselves in New England, only what's good for the team.

That's a bunch of bunk.

Fuck him anyway.

Arrested Development | PopMatters Television Review

Arrested Development | PopMatters Television Review

ESPN.com: Page 2 : 86 things we hate about you

ESPN.com: Page 2 : 86 things we hate about you

The Legend of Deshaun

Deshaun Williams plays basketball at Iona these days, but his legend remains in Syracuse - The Daily Orange - News

Awesome!

How did 97X get into that memorable scene in the movie Rain Man?

woxy.com > About > Q & A
As the old adage says, "The harder you work, the luckier you get." And we just got lucky (of course, after years of hard work!). In the spring of 1988, we got a call out of the blue from a movie company that was going to be filming in Cincinnati and wanted a tape of our station "image liners."

We were skeptical that anything would come of this, but we complied. We found out later that the researchers who scout locations had asked Cincinnati locals "Who's the hip/cool radio station in Cincinnati?" and we consistently got the most responses. When he was in Los Angeles, the Tom Cruise character probably would have listened to KROQ, the grandaddy of the Alternative format that we initially emulated when we started in 1983.

A dozen years after the movie won the Best Picture Oscar, we still get comments on our "movie debut"... and Dustin Hoffman saying "97X - BAM - The Future of Rock and Roll" six times will play on The Late Show for eternity!

Boy Band Singer Runs for Cincinnati Mayor

News on Yahoo! Music
ustin Jeffre, a former member of 98 Degrees, wants to be Cincinnati's next mayor, saying his love for his hometown and desire to make it better motivated his decision to run.

"I am serious about this, and I intend to win," Jeffre, 32, said last week.

Jeffre said he wants to bring people from all over the city together through Cincinnati's arts and entertainment venues and build a strong downtown.

"We need to sell this city back to the people of this city," he said. "We've forgotten how great this city can be."

He also wants VH1 to follow his campaign for a reality series. VH1 officials have said no decision has been made on his proposal.

I actually might consider this if it was Nick Lachey. He's dreamy.

Body of a giant, hands of a dwarf

Body of a giant, hands of a dwarf - The Washington Times: Sports

Michael Jordan's "hand picked" former number one overall draft choice Kwame Brown is blessed with the body of a Greek God but cursed with the hands of Mini-Me.

Etan Thomas: Slam Poet

Wizznutzz Poetry

KINGDOM COME


I am a King of one, subject to none but
I
and I
My
Eyes pregnant with visages of players to a throne
Pretenders who have shown, their souls turn like a basketball

A revolution.

I am the last left standing, the original prophet
I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended except by my permission
My mons pubis is braided like Anubis before me
And now nobody can ignore me, score on me
I fill the lane with brains,
Reading futures in the stains
On my game worns.

Now I look upon my culture,
I see ballers, sure I do
Hard corers in Haute Couture, in furs
Enough to make my ancestry - stir

My brothers among me,
Kwame a black walnut tree,
Lorenzo in his Benzo, give Stevie Blake his Vitamin D
Gheorghe, the Great White Way,
My endocrine Giant is dying on the parquet

My soldier in hardwood war, Haywood
I ask: "What sound is made from the clapping of one small hand?"
A heart bigger that the prostate gland
of Abe
Honest, Master Pollin, an ego so kingly swollen, let me go,
Because the Foggy Bottom Metro is still an underground railroad


A time now of No kings,
No bling bling, a dawn for champions
-Rings.

Upon a time I was the first born here
In a time when King Hidi had
a taste for rookie cockery and chocolate fleece,
he held the locker room lease. Then in a day
to Phoenix, his reign nixed,
I showered for the first time in peace.

And then the King of Kings came to town
Riding on devils pacts, the backs of mules.
He brought his Airs(tm),
his nostalgic cloths, he filled arenas with the moths
Of decay
With a lady of white at his side
Knaefel,
comma, K.

Now they gave Mike a motor bike. "Ride away ride away"
But no ride can hold old men's pride
So with a wince, The Frog fired the Prince.

It was once wrote that
Of this traveler from an antique land
Two vast and balky legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Grand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

"My name is Michael, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Faggots, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains.
Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

But the devil, the King, he is not a man.
Rather,
Its an Association
That cuts the checks,
So I kneel and look this devil in the eye.

And say:
I will honor my ancestors, for I am the hiphop poet,
the last poet,
And there will be
Another last poet
After me

And as I drop my knowledge, my backpack rap
At a Republic Gardens slam, it is your soft white daughters
who swallow it all
At what price?
A two drink minimum and I think:

Now who are you calling slave?

Who is King
And who the Knave?

NBA's Etan Thomas: "I am Totally Against This War"

NBA's Etan Thomas: "I am Totally Against This War"

Out of the ashes of Iraq come soldiers dressed in fatigues of fire Wearing helmets secured in smoke They've choked off the lies spewed out of the mouth of a burning bush
The true warrior's existing wake
Who's flames burned them at the stake
Cremated their bodies
And stuffed them in an urn wrapped in red, white, and blue....
Rummaging through a forest set ablaze by one lethal match
With witty catch phrases forever attached to the side of their kingdom
Operation Iraqi Freedom
Links to Al Qaeda
Eminent threats
And weapons of mass destruction.....
They've been skillfully thrown into the lion's den
Out of the frying pan and into the furnace
Their courage exceeds any measuring stick
But they can hear the footsteps of death creeping around the corner
For they've been led into the eye of the storm
Transformed into peacekeepers
Lending a helping hand for the poorly planned post-war strategy......