Don't worry, this won't be ridiculously long like Bill Simmons' article, which I guess was pretty on point. But on the real, this dude can't even get into Pure because he's "wearing some Pumas"? Simmons may chill with David Stern and have thousands and thousands more readers than me, but your boy gets it CRACKIN!!!!! (By the way, Pumas are exactly the types of kicks I would expect this fool to be rocking. He was probably a dingus back in the day but now that he pops off on the 'net he is like, "Yo, how can I be cool? I will wear trendy shoes like Pumas!" Do I wish I had it poppin' on the Inter-web? Yes. Do I? In a way. Would I rock Pumas that weren't old-school Cells, Clydes, or indoor soccer shoes? No. Do I want to start beef with someone online for no reason? Yes, and next I will go at Bol from XXL.)
Enough of that. Here are some of my thoughts on ASG in Vegas:
ASG HIGHLIGHTS
1) Gilbert's trampoline dunk: Apparently Shaq bet him $100,000 for his charity to drop that ridiculous between-the-legs jammy off the tramp. It looked almost as dangerous and potentially career-ending as LeBron's misguided off the backboard attempt, but he claims he used to jump on the tramp all the time at Golden State. Amazing. Someone should have rocked that during the dunk competition. One of the main problems with the dunk comp is that anything that would be cool and new is denied by the NBA, like Nate Robinson jumping over a Playboy bunny or Dwight Howard bringing out an actual 12-foot hoop. Why!?!?
2) Shaq's dancing: He may legitimately be the best dancer I have seen since Usher.
3) Sir Charles vs. Dick Bevetta footrace: That was just hilarious, particularly Dick's awkwardly intense style, but please Sahib, let's not beat around the pink elephant in the arena. What was up with that Cash Money smacker he laid on Barkley's lips!?!? Are they trying to become the new faces of the Snickers campaign? It is clear that when Sir Charles is hungry, he never waits. Would you like some chocolate with those nuts, Dick?
No John Amaechi. No Tim Hardaway.
Least favorite moment: Kobe visibly trying to put the nail in the coffin for MVP as the game wound down. Everytime I am on the verge of liking him he reminds me that he is a huge a-hole.
BEST CELEBRITY SIGHTINGS
Suge Knight: If I learned one thing at ASG, it is that Suge Knight gets it CRACKIN. Chilling in the Palms casino and registration area on Thursday night was like a NBA player safari but everyone was pretty unassuming until Suge walked in and made the spot pop. I am surprised that so many people know what he looks like or would be willing to stand close to him. I wonder if he had anything to do with shit popping off literally the next (k)night.
50 Cent: No one had a bigger entourage, no one had bigger earings, and no one walked as fast. I got caught up in a crowd passing him and we brushed shoulders. I had three thoughts: 1) Wow, I am much taller than this dude. 2) I should yell CURRRTTTTIIISSSSSS! 3) I wonder what you are really doing right now, 50.
Stuart Scott: Last year on the way home from Houston he was on our flight to Connecticut and had some words with our man Marc the Jeweler, who apparently made him some earings. This year he was outside of the Palms hiding insanely in a small crevice in the facade of the casino.
Adam Morrison: Diabetic legend was getting it crackin in the club after the rookie game.
Ray Allen: Dude had on the most outrageously wack golfing clothes of all time. I considered confronting him about the time he said he would give me an autograph at the premiere of He Got Game and then walked away with some broads, but I decided to let sleeping dog's lie.
Ben Baller: Needless to say, Ben Baller shines mad hard. His chain is about 10 inches high and depicts California with an "ocean" of blue diamonds and a huge rock representing LA. Ben Balliiiiiinnnn!
Pat Garrity: This man loves All-Star Weekend!
Biggest Disappointment: Not seeing any known sluts like Vida Guerra or Melyssa Ford. My man Adam said that at ASG in Atlanta he met hookers who had traveled from Baltimore just to hook for the weekend in the A. I assumed that in Vegas the stakes would be raised enough to bring out the nation's finest.

GRITZ'S GUIDE TO VEGAS: BALLING ON A BUDGET
You can easily drop ridiculous guap in Vegas, particularly if you gamble like an idiot and insist on partying mad hard. However, it is possible to have a pretty nice time with limited funds. Here is Gritz's guide to a reasonable Vegas weekend:
Friday: Arrive in the evening and stay in a normal hotel off the Strip. Take the monorail to the Venetian and learn some interesting facts about Vegas en route (did you know the population has doubled every 10 years since 1940? Soon there will be a trillion people!?!?!?). Explore the Venetian, a truly spectacular casino! Take a cab to a strip club or Mexican restaurant somewhere else. Go to bed.
Saturday: Wake up and enjoy a really fresh coffee. You've earned it! Find a nice sports book, maybe Caesar's or MGM, and watch college basketball all day. For every 4 free Miller Lites you drink, allow yourself to bet $20 on a game, thus making it infinitely more exciting to watch. Try to sneak out to a hotel pool for a bit to combat the effects of weirdly oxygenated air and poor lighting, and also to hopefully see some tatas. Now is your time to splurge a bit. Enjoy a nice meal from one of Vegas' many celebrity chefs. Go outside of Harrah's and cop a half-yard glass of Sex on the Beach for $25. Go see the Beatles Love cirque du soleil show, a truly wonderful spectacle! Go to bed early.
Sunday: Fresh coffee. Walk through the Wynn. Go to a $20 buffet. Leave immediately.
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