Barring Derrick Rose being abducted by aliens and adding four inches to his frame, and the Bulls signing a shooting guard that can actually shoot (Yes, I’m frowning upon you Kyle Korver for shooting even worse than Keith Bogans, JesusChriss, Keith Bogans?!?), a 2006 NBA Finals rematch seems to be set, albeit with a slew of different characters and narratives.
From the top of my head, only four players (two from each team) remain from the matchup from 2006. The story lines are a hell of a lot different too. In 2006, Miami was banking on Shaq’s promise of a title, but eventually rode the back of Wade’s rising star (and Stern’s will being done) to get the franchise’s first title. Dallas paraded a talented crew that may have been on its way to a Finals sweep had they been able to close Game Three and hold a 3-0 series lead. Instead, they performed a massive choke job (one that Heather the Deep Throat Queen would be proud off) and carried with them the title of “chokers” for the better part of the decade in spite of their best player being as clutch (perhaps not as efficient and assertive as he is now) as you can reasonably hope for.
Undoubtedly, Dallas was the best in the West. This was not a matter of the match ups being stacked neatly for them to pile over. Whatever the bracketing may have been, this bunch would have come out on top the way they played. The shooting was laser. The defense was the best its ever been. And for the first time in Nowitzki’s career, his supporting cast had his back. All of that came together to form a team with a deserved return to the Finals.
The Heat asked to be hated. From that infamously ridiculous TV special, to the smoke and light shows to introduce their signings, to the early struggles, to the whining, they wanted to be the villains and played the role to perfection. Only, while the rest of the basketball watching (and hating) world expected them to fail like villains, they got it together at exactly the right time. When Phil Jackson joined Kobe & Shaq back in 2000, he expected a while before the Lakers contended for a title due to the intricacies of learning the triangle. But the group surpassed the Zen Master’s expectations and won the title that very year. I bring that up, not because I am a Laker fan still thirsting for my team to be on the spotlight (No, that was LeBron last year trying to upstage the Finals by continually bringing up his free agency, but I digress), but because people also understood that it would take a while before this cast of two and a half men + role players figured it out. That every misstep and minor failings were extremely magnified were on the way the leading men projected themselves; wanting all the attention, preening and screaming before a game had been played, predicting multiple championships before one practice had been scheduled, I could go on. That litany of arrogance and sense of entitlement appealed incredibly to both haters and basketball purists which lead to the immense criticism.
But here they are now. Looking like the team everyone feared they could be. They’re not unbeatable, but they’ve developed a system where they’re intensity coupled with their talent have made it such a difficult proposition to beat them four times out of seven. The Celtics had too many issues to combat within to stand a chance against the Heat. Derrick Rose being the only threat against that Miami defense, while the anti-Heat prayed that his MVP season can bleed out a miracle from him, can only do so much. It’s on (unless there’s a miracle still to be had).
From a purely basketball standpoint, the prospect of that Dallas ball movement (feeding off Dirk’s pump fake, turn around, one-legged, twisting fade aways) testing that quick, long armed and attacking Miami defense excites like a lap dance in a foreign land. Will the Mavs continue to shoot as they are, and will the Heat’s defense continue to nurture their open court talents? This should be a good one. Also, the “who’s gonna choke first” watch will be on full alert. What with the tons of blogs and websites out here, someone will be hated. And depending on which side of the titty bar you’re on, you’ll enjoy it.
A friend (shout out to you KB) posted this, and it amazed and touched on so many levels. Being Filipino, it started off giving me a kick at how foreigners (specially people who drive on the other side of the road) would be shell shocked by the Manila traffic (and kamikaze driving style). But as the video wore on, it tickled many social chords, even to a man that has been around this type of thing his whole life.
Since you’re already on this page, you probably have a bit of time on your hands. I promise, pressing play on the vid will be well worth it.
Just a few thoughts, Josh was initially shocked at how Rogelio’s family is living the way they are. But as he would later know, far more live off far worse. When you can feed a family of eight and still manage to eat at a fast food chain in the mall once in a while, you’re alright by Manila standards.
Then there’s that short look into the country’s reproductive health status (24 mins). That girl that had her first child when she was 14, and eventually had to think about cutting the insane shit she was doing after kid number 13 is a great look at how ignorance is not bliss (at least not under these conditions). Then it circles back to how Rogelio’s family took the RH route after kid number three, and therein lies the difference between living in a box, and owning your own house and livelihood, however little that affords you. The episode’s a compelling way to shake your foundations by showing what seems sad, and then transitioning to what’s worse.
It either puts things into perspective, or gives you a new one. So if you’re stressing about what tablet to get and how fucked up your wireless connection is, settle down. Otherwise, look yourself in the mirror, and give the person you see the finger.
It seems that ever since the musical assault that was "Fungus Amongus" & "S.C.I.E.N.C.E." blew the minds of millions of Incubus fans, every follow-up effort has been met with trepidation. Sometimes, deserved (as Brandon Boyd would admit in the narrative below), often a byproduct of being transfixed by an effort so great that it tends to refuse evolution. We've all sneered at a post S.C.I.E.N.C.E. Incubus record at one time or another (perhaps more) before we fully let the new sound sink in and let the energy mesh with our senses. Perhaps, therein lies the genius of this band, although most likely, that's just the standard way the process of evolution is met. Here, let the man expound on it himself...
Success is a devilish opiate. A swift and heady drink that goes down smooth at first, and then starts to burn your throat and rattle your bones. Only to leave crater sized holes in your constitution the next day. We all love a good success story, don’t we? But interestingly, what usually makes it ‘good’ are not the ‘good’ things about the story. No. It’s the bad things that perk our ears up. It’s the tragedy inherent in the struggle that keeps us tuned in. I am in a band called Incubus. We are all about the same age; and we started our band in 1991. Our story is not unlike other success stories. It has its peaks and valleys, its struggles, its triumphs, its highest highs and lowest lows. But it’s not the bad parts of our unfolding story that have intrigued people over all of these years. To tell you the truth, I am not sure exactly what has kept people interested in us this long. I’d like to think it’s the music we make and ultimately share. I’d like to think it’s because we have struck chords with people at very specific times in their lives and that when they hear certain songs they are harkened back to the not so distant past wherein life changing events and turns in their own stories coincided with lyrics and rhythms. Sounds meandering into symmetry with an individual’s psyche like that rare moment when your body and your shadow line up on a wall. If the music has been the true catalyst for our (once again) unfolding success story, than I’d say we were right on track. Perhaps we are wanderers who have tasted the drug, smiled and mused at the kaleidoscope it wrought, then woke the next day, shook it off and kept truckin’.
Still mildly hungover from our night on the town, we decided that it was hi-time we wrote another record. It had been five years since the release of ‘Light Grenades’, our last full length offering, and we were feeling a collective itch to chase that dragon once again.
By about three songs into the writing process, I think we began to understand that we were unearthing something new. And excitedly, we began chasing that new rabbit as far down, around and into the wormhole as it led us. At a certain point amongst all of this creative wandering we began to understand quite clearly that certain creative mantras were reemerging. Both consciously and unconsciously. Words like, ‘economy’, ‘elegance’, ‘space’, and ‘restraint’ kept creeping back into our many conversations. Words we had toyed with in the past, but never so deliberately and never so confidently. Sprinkle into this caldron a dash of whimsy and a pinch of psychedelia, let it stew in the recording studio for a couple of months and you get this: ‘If Not Now, When?’ Our unabashed, romantic, lush, sonic love letter to the world. It’s darker, slower, more rich, more refined, and more involved than anything Incubus has birthed to date. And I am so happy to share it with all of you. This entire time, Incubus has essentially been searching for a sense of balance between all of the possibilities inherent in crafting a song. I do believe that for many years now we have been searching for something different. Something unique, both to the world and to us as a band. We decided that ‘If Not Now, When?’ our 6th full length studio album would be just that.
In the title track, we set the tone of the album. A stirring in the water somewhere, a long time ago, sends ripples outward. Beautifully. Symmetrically, and relentlessly pulsing out, out, out. They travel countless miles and eventually arrive at shallow waters. Then the triumphant finale. The breaking wave, after gaining thousands of miles of momentum, arcs forward into the future; the wave is about to break. If not now, when? A unique event in space and time. Never to be repeated ever again. Now. Now. Now.
Our first single, ‘Adolescents’ is perhaps the most familiar sounding Incubus song on this new album. It begins with Michael’s unmistakable and inimitable guitar work and rolls its way into a kind of drunken waltz. Creeping its way into the idea that we are collectively just about to reach our cultural teenage years. It does seem like we’ve been around forever. Us, I mean. People. Culture. But all it takes is a sojourn into Earth’s biological record to realize that WE are quite new! And the transitions at play in our complex little game are akin to the struggles that an adolescent might endure.
‘Promises, Promises’, is our homage to the pop songs of yester-morrow. Referencing the deservedly ubiquitous artists of our parents’ generation, we are here attempting to craft an artisan’s clock. A piece that ticks effortlessly on the strength of its good design, its beauty and its simplicity. Herein a young girl, after so many failed attempts at love, has resigned herself to a “road of least resistance”. Armoring herself against the pain of intimacy by only engaging in surface affairs. Only to meet someone who she CAN trust with her most valued of possessions, her heart. But she can barely recognize what the real thing looks like after so much time running away from it.
‘Friends and Lovers’ is a song that I always hoped we would write. I do believe it is my most favorite thus far. It speaks to the heart of many of our culturally held biases about relationships and what love looks like. It combats the long held notions of love and intimacy and plainly states that Friends make the best Lovers. And that love can in fact be born of friendship and can indeed last outside of our pre-prescribed notions of what it looks like, feels like and how it endures. Movies and Religion have largely defined our cultural notions of this most important of topics. And in this song it was my attempt to share a different idea of what modern love might look like.
‘Tomorrow’s Food’ was written about two years ago. Making it the first song penned for this album. Here Michael shows us once again how deep his musical well runs. A vibrant, sonic quilt is wrapped around us and we are lulled by its choices and its warmth. Lyrically I am specifically referencing Philosopher Ken Wilbur’s quote from ‘A Brief History Of Everything’, “No epoch is finally privileged. We are all tomorrow’s food. The process continues. And spirit is found in the process itself, not in any particular epoch, or time, or place.” No one had ever put so succinctly and eloquently into words how I felt about growing up. About reaching my mid-thirties. After reading this quote, and witnessing the vast push and pull at play between the old and the new, the young and the not so young, I saw the inherent beauty and wisdom in the process of it all. And consequently, wrote a song about it. It is in this reporter’s opinion that we are in the midst of a massive shift. Culturally, ethically, artistically, technologically, intellectually, philosophically and spiritually. Almost of the “-ally’s”. This shift has occurred before; with different details and end results of course. And this shift will happen again. Absolutely. The new thing at play is our awareness of this shift. The awareness that there is never an ‘end of the world’. Only the process and the choice to witness and to participate. What may feel like the end of the world is that humbling moment when you realize that a new set of ideas has usurped your generation’s ideas. Confused and confounded by the “way things are going” you can’t help but think it’s all going to shit, and that you have to fight to defend what you’ve built. But in actuality what is occurring is a necessary evolution. A handing over of the collective baton. If not now, when?
When we recorded and released our first album ‘S.C.I.E.N.C.E.’, we were but wee lads overflowing with enthusiasm and energy. We’d never really toured, we’d never had an audience other than our family and friends. We ended up touring around America and Europe quite relentlessly for over two years in search of… rock and roll? By the time we sputtered, coughed and crawled our way home we were exhausted. But strangely inspired. We began writing songs for what became our sophomore effort, ‘Make Yourself’. An album that when finished, evoked a kind of head scratching reaction out of us. Being that we had unintentionally helped define a new sub-genre of music with the previous one. It seemed almost counterintuitive that we had just written a rock and roll album filled with melody, restraint, thoughtfulness (both musically and lyrically), and God forbid…singles! (If this narrative had moving imagery attached, I would place a quick edit to Godzilla tearing apart a city somewhere. People running frantically in all directions and a few brave souls here and there pointing up at the fiendish, pre-historic creature from the deep.) Make Yourself was met with trepidation by our newfound listeners. We had flipped the switch on them. Pulled the old switcheroo. We even got nervous at certain points that perhaps we had made a mistake in trusting those instincts to keep moving in this more ‘song’ oriented direction. But a few months after its release, things began slowly arcing towards success. And I stress, slowly. Slowly but surely. In the end, our creative instincts had pointed us in the right direction. It was a meandering compass, but a good one.
If Not Now, When? is the coalescing of this slow arc. The wave that has been traveling so long, about to break. A force that is capable of both beauty and destruction, but is most noteworthy because of it’s uniqueness as an event that will never occur again. Waves have broken before it, waves will break afterwards, but each one is an individual canvas. This one is ours. Yours and mine.
So, if success is a drug, then Incubus is a functioning addict. I know how trite it sounds to be commenting on our own success but I see our addiction as a collective one. You have enabled us thus far and what we are creating in the process will be worthy of conversation for a long time to come. When I say ‘WE’ I mean you and I. All of us. This is, after all, a conversation that started in the early 90′s and has continued until today. A stroll along a winding path through many landscapes and over much terrain. Yes, our bones ache, our dogs are barkin’, our shoes have holes in them, and we don’t look as good with our shirts off anymore. But that doesn’t mean we won’t keep walking! And conversing along the way. I’d like to start thinking of success less as an opiate and more of a segue into the good parts of a conversation.
See you soon, girls and boys. We love making music and we feel blessed and grateful to have your attentions today and hopefully tomorrow!
Cheers,
Brandon Boyd
In the spirit of The Mavs WCF game one victory, Sasha Vujacic, Shane Mosley, J.J. Barea, here’s a little photo montage:
is reportedly engaged to this guy... and this smoking specimen... ..is dating the guy on the left And in case you still haven't heard, Puerto Rican J.J. Barea's coming out party in the playoffs might have something to do with this Latin jewel: Yep, that's 2006 Miss Universe from Puerto Rico dating this guy: Look, I'm not hating on any of the guys above, even though I may have given Bynum a nod of approval when he Shawn Michaels-esque forearm bashed "poor" J.J. back in game four of the first round (but, hey, pardon a Laker fan), I'm just uttering a collective "Daayuum, you go brothas.." to these hombres. Again, your 2006 Miss Universe, Zuleyka Rivera.
I thought I had a lot more to say about that, but, apparently, pictures do paint a thousand words.
In totally unrelated news. Add “have a 39 year old chick that looks like this” to your bucket list.
Alrighty...hoops. If you’re a friend of mine or have skimmed through the blog a bit, you understand that I was thrilled to see the Bulls take game one of the ECF. And even more thrilled that LeBron “I overreact to a second round series victory” James went for all of 15 points, missing 10 of his 15 shots. Neither team, with exceptions coming from Bosh and Deng shot particularly well (although in spite of what you may have heard and read about the Bulls’ defense in game one, the Heat shot 47.1 percent from the field, 37.5 from deep), but they didn’t exactly stink up the joint either. So what does that tell us? Nothing. Except that another Bulls win at home in game two will put a ton of pressure on the “Heatles” (Am I the only one that thinks that nickname sucks a boatful of ass??). Can’t wait. That should be a fun blog entry, should that happen, and should the universe spare that previous line the jinxing power that I currently (and unfortunately) possess.
From Basketbawful.com
But how about the big German, yea? Dude is playing berzerko right now and so are the Mavs. Can you imagine what kind of shit Mark Cuban’s gonna try and pull off when they actually win it all?
That’s it. Just had to let the rest of the office hear me punching on the keyboard. Cheers, mofos!
So I wake up today on time for work for what seems like the first time in months. I switch on to NBA Premium only to find out that the signal’s still down from the heavy rains of the night before. No worries. Coffee, cigarettes, another try at catching some playoff action. Bulls vs. Hawks just starting. Fair enough. East coast games start earlier, right? Wrong. I get to the office and my iPod explodes with alerts from what I presume was Facebook. That would have been fine any other day, quite normal, even. But today was Game Four of the Lakers-Mavs series, my boys down 3-nil. You know what I’m getting at, right? I wouldn’t get a shit load of “congratulations” for still being down 3-1. So what’s the first shit I see? 122-86. I couldn’t even muster a grumbled “fuck.” All that came out was what has come out during every game of the series, a semi-high pitched, “really???” So as it turns out the Mavs bench went mega-pistachios from deep on their way to sweeping Phil Jackson and the Lakers out of the league.
So, I let it sink in for a bit, but it doesn’t. So I do the only logical thing to absorb the loss and go on Facebook to face the wrath of a hundred haters. Look, I talk a lot of smack because I’ve been spoiled by my Laker fandom and the frequent success (and trash talking rights) Laker fans enjoy. So, I understand that when we fall, I deserve all the smack sent my way. Fair game. So every thing's fine (I even post a few congratulations to a couple of Mavs fans), until I saw this video...
Ok. I didn’t watch it. As a true and loyal Laker fanboy, I couldn’t stomach it. But the title...”All We Do Is Win”
I mean....just check out the recent history:
2001-2002 - 57-25 record in the regular season. Which lead to a second round exit vs. The beautiful basketball of the Sacramento Kings.
2002-2003 - 60-22 record. They came out smoking in their first round matchup vs. the Blazers storming to a 3-0 series lead. So they do what a virgin urged to give head does and choke all the way to game 7, flirting with becoming the first team to blow a 3-nil series lead. Fortunately, they escape game seven and come through another game seven in the second round vs. the Kings to eventually enter the WCF against the Spurs. So here’s how it went, they beat the Spurs in the opener. Lost game two, where as luck would have it, they lost Dirk to a sprained knee. Bummer. After that, they do what they’re supposed to and crumble to go down 1-3. But these Mavs were a resilient bunch as they fought back to win game five without their star. And with Dirk still in a sweater for game six, they held a 69-56 lead entering the fourth. But reality sets in during the fourth, as a barrage of threes from Steve Kerr leads to the Spurs outscoring the Mavs 34-9 in the fourth. Not quite the choke job they would get famous for later in the decade, but a decent gagging rendition nonetheless.
2003-2004 - 52-30 record. Chris Webber gets back at their previous year’s tormentors (a series where he injured his knee) as Sac eliminates the Mavs in the second round.
2004-2005 - 58-24 record. From sportsencyclopedia.com: Despite the loss of Steve Nash, the Mavericks remained one of the best teams in the Western Conference as they got off to a strong start as Jason Terry acquired in a trade from the Atlanta Hawks for Antoine Walker averaged 5.4 assists per game. However feeling something was lacking the Mavericks would land Keith Van Horn for stretch run. The deal gave them a solid 6th man off the bench as Van Horn averaged 12.2 ppg in 29 games in Dallas. Meanwhile Don Nelson would step down and hand the coaching reigns to Avery Johnson, because in select game the team played better under Johnson when Nelson let him run the team. The change would be a boost for the Mavericks, who won their last nine games to finish in second place in the Southwest Division with a 58-24 record. In the playoffs the Mavericks faced the Houston Rockets in a first round Texas Tussle. Despite having their strong finish the Mavs stumbled when the series started dropping the first two games at home. Staring an 0-3 deficit in the face the Mavs staged an amazing 4th Quarter comeback going on a 20-0 run in the 4th Quarter to win Game 3 in Houston 106-102. The Mavericks would keep the momentum rolling winning Game 4 and Game 5 to take control of the series. After losing Game 6 in Houston, the series went to decisive seventh game, where Jason Terry and Josh Howard dominated the game as the Mavs won convincingly 116-76. In the second Round the Mavericks faced the Phoenix Suns led by Steve Nash who won the NBA MVP leading the Suns to the best record in the NBA. IN a back and forth showdown of two of the NBA's highest scoring teams the series would go back and forth through the first four games with both teams cracking 100 in each game. In Game 5 it would be Steve Nash that would knock the Mavericks on the ropes as he scored 34 points in a 114-108 win for the Suns, needing a win at home in Game 6 to force a seventh game the Mavericks would battle the Suns into overtime where Nash again haunted his former team leading the comeback that forced Overtime and continuing his hot hand in OT as he scored 39 points in a 130-126 win to advance to the Western Conference Finals.
2006-2007 The “All We Do is win team gets the best record in the league, finishing with a 67-15 record. Which leads to a “Heather the Deep Throat Queen” masterpiece at the hands of the eighth seed Warriors. Back then, it was only the third time a top seed had that much cock shoved in their mouths by an eight seeded team.
2007-2008 Proving that last year’s regular season was by no means an aberration, they finish with another 50 win season. Then, just to prove that last year’s post season was also no fluke, they come out of the first round to bow out in the first round. Encore “Heather.”
2008-2009 - 50-32. 2nd round exit.
2009-2010 55-27. Lost to the Spurs in six games in the first round.
“All We Do Is Win”
Anyway, this season marked many firsts for a Phil Jackson coached. None of them good. There were loads of tell tale signs that the ship be sinking, but fans, experts and haters have all been in this tango with the Lakers before. They’re the only team that has that proverbial “switch,” and almost everybody, at one point or another, been proven wrong when the Lakers actually manage to flip that switch. So in spite of everything bad that was brewing throughout the season, Laker Land had this inner belief that things will be well once June rolls along. We have Phil, in what he says will be his last year, and we have Kobe to make sure he gives his Zen Master the perfect send off into the Montana sunset. The Lakers fans believed it, and apparently, the team believed it. The team believed it so much that they figured things will take care of themselves, so they came out and played like asses most of the year. That was still good enough to get them the second seed in the West. And it was still good enough to get them past the wounded Hornets. It was still good enough to “almost” get them wins in games one and three. But to the way this year’s Mavs played this series, it was good enough to have them broomedthafuckout.
In case, you needed another kind of an insight into the mind of a Laker fan. Check out this vid.
Notice how the tones of Phil and Kobe contrast. Phil has the subdued, near surrender going on. While Kobe has absolute denial written in his face. That’s the way I felt, myself. The whole “this can’t be happening, so Kobe will do something to prevent it from actually happening” got to me, and apparently, it got to Kobe as well.
I suppose this crazy post season just keeps on getting crazier. Kinda’ like Black Swan. Here’s how Basketbawful.com puts it...
So like I’ve been saying ever since it began to feel like the ship be sinking. Spurs, Magic, Knicks and Laker fans, let’s raise our glasses, light one up and pray to the heavens that when we flip on the games this June, we’ll be watching Memphis and Atlanta in the Finals. It’s a combination of misery loving company and the playoffs just being fucking crazy right now. I love this game.
UFC 129. In case you didn’t see it, you should find a way to do so. It was a good night of fights. Outside of highlight reels, I got my first look at much hyped UFC Featherweight champion Jose Also. I got to hand it to the guy, he deserves all the hype. The striking was incredible for most of the fight. Although, I could nitpick and point out that beyond the first round, his cardio didn’t look the same as it did in that amazing first round performance, but that would be...well, nitpicking. The guy is serious. I mean, could you really blame him for not being used to fighting all five rounds? His opponents rarely get out of the first round, let alone stretch him to all five. Instead of saying, his punches lost a lot of zing as the fight went on, what about pointing out how lethal that leg kick was throughout the fight. Or how that right hook fake to left hook to right leg kick would kill anyone that’s not an elite fighter. Or how he smothers his opponents to death. It’s more of a testament to how much heart Hominick possesses (although 55,000 fans backing you up helps too) than the holes in Aldo’s game (or hole). And while, Aldo was killing him until that mistake in the final round on his way to pounding a baseball inside Hominick’s forehead, I say that if Hominick wins his next two fights, and Aldo dominates his, that they should make the fight happen again.
Oh by the way, this happened.
Oh, I’m sorry, This happened...
Apparently, Mr. Miyagi...err, Steven Seagal is a bad, bad man even beyond the horrible films and TV shows. I mean...
Also, GSP (as expected) got through Jake Shields, although not in the fashion he wanted to, getting his cheek cut, and his left eye closed, mostly due to a freakish punch that damaged (I’m inclined to say it was more of the glove than the impact of the punch) his eyeball making everything, at least according to him, a blur. People are a little bit on him for not finishing Shields, or at least not dominating him the way people have been accustomed to him doing. Watching the fight, I think he was experimenting with a lot of different things in his standup game. There was the overhand right haymaker that, while connecting early in the fight, he kept on throwing (and missing) even when Shields got the timing of that move down. There was also the spinning side kick that he kept on trying to pull off time and time again. I dunno’, maybe he had a bet with Joe...
What does the fight mean to the UFC landscape? I’m not really sure. Maybe it shows that in spite of the fact that the GSP-Silva super fight will make a ton of sense financially, it might not be the best idea for GSP. Reports have come out that after the weigh-in, the plan was to put on as much as 25 lbs. once he got in the octagon. Perhaps, it was a matter of him trying to get accustomed to fighting at a heavier weight to try and see how ready he is to move up in case the Silva fight happens. Whatever the reason maybe for the weight gain, it appears that there’s a lot of work to be done in those terms. Either that, or people just have to accept that there’s no way GSP can handle the length and size of the Spider. He may be the best welterweight champion (and perhaps will go down as THE best champion in UFC history, depending on what Bones Jones does over the next decade) in the history of MMA, but maybe he’s better served not reaching for Anderson Silva just yet. Not everyone can move up in weight as successfully as Pacquiao.
In related news, Manny Pacquiao has just been annihilated in the girlfriend / wife smokin’ hot ass division by Sugar Shane Mosley.
As is the case with most promotional videos, this serves its cause as it (sort of) stirs the imagination that the fight might be competitive. Head on to YouTube for the rest of the series, or just forward to 8:00 to check out what Shane’s hitting....cue “gooootdaaaaaang!!” and “meeeeeerrrrrrcccyyyyy”
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