Saturday, November 12, 2005

The Good Doctor

HST's Duke Hatred Lives On:


So college hoops season is among us, and I couldn't help but notice that Duke is an overwhelming #1 in the nation. (Cuse is #16). But, it appears that it's time for the Duke haters around to rise up once again, to spew venom on this wretched University. Honestly, them being #1 reminded me of this Hunter S. Thompson (RIP) article from a few years back... Great story he wrote about Duke. Enjoy!


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Doing Damage With Duke
By Hunter S. Thompson

Page 2 columnist

Duke is never far from my mind when NCAA Tournament time rolls around. I have terrifying memories of Duke that go far beyond the basketball court.
Indeed. I once roamed that campus like a werewolf in heat -- or at least, that's what they said at the time in the newspapers. They called me a dangerous beast who had to be forcibly removed in the middle of my long-awaited lecture on Mark Twain.
They said I was violent and rude and depraved, and that even the president of the university wanted to have me locked up, etc. etc. One editorial said I should have been "put down" like a mad dog, right there on the spot.
It was ugly.
But I had no time for it then. Fortunately, I escaped and flew quickly to Africa for the epic "Rumble in the Jungle" between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman, where I contracted malaria and went really crazy.
The late, legendary author George Plimpton told the story better than I can. In his book, "The Best of Plimpton" (Atlantic Monthly Press), he writes ...
I had met (Hunter Thompson) on the plane coming down from Europe. He had arrived on board at Frankfurt -- a big, loose-limbed figure wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses, a purple and strawberry Acapulco shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of Chuck Taylor All Star basketball sneakers that seemed too large for his feet, as if he had snatched them from the back of a Los Angeles Laker's locker. They took him this way and that, sashaying him around so that he bumped into people a lot. With him he carried a large leather flight bag with a "Rolling Stone" identification decal and a badge which read PRESS ... full of pills and vials and bottles, judging from the way it clinked when he moved it ...
He sat with me during the flight. He said he was trying to recover from a humiliating evening back in the States a few nights before when, lecturing at Duke University, he had been given the hook for being outlandishly drunk on Wild Turkey bourbon and making a fool of himself in front of a large and muttering audience. The representative who met him at the airport had offered him some hashish. He had taken it. Back in the motel, he felt the day begin to slip away. He poured himself a couple of shots of Wild Turkey. He kept his audience waiting for forty-five minutes. When he walked out with his glass in front of a large velvet curtain in the university auditorium, he got himself in a further state of belligerency with the crowd by starting off, "I'm very happy to be here at the alma mater of Richard Nixon."
"That did not exactly put them in my pocket," Thompson told me. "(Nixon) went to the law school there, which they were either trying to forget or were proud of, and my telling them that truly stiffened them up. The questions began. They asked me if I thought Terry Sanford was going to run for the presidency in 1976. I said that he had been a party to the Stop McGovern movement and that he was a worthless pig f---er. I didn't realize that he was the president of Duke. Not long after I was given the 'hook'."
The "hook" had been a small blond girl sent out by the head of the lecture committee; when Thompson saw her coming, he tossed the Wild Turkey, along with the ice cubes, high in the air, a fountain of resignation, and he walked off with her. He said that the booze had fetched up against the velvet curtain behind his head and left a noticeable stain that he hoped was still there ... to backdrop future speakers as they leaned solemnly against the lectern. Especially when Terry Sanford spoke to the student body.

Ah, but that was a long time ago, so let's get back to the Final Four and who is going to win the national championship this weekend in San Antonio, Texas, and why I still favor Duke. So what? I also believed Kentucky would be in the Final Four, for sure, but those lame swine couldn't even make it to the Sweet Sixteen. They rolled over and died.
But at least I still have Duke, which is not a consolation. Batting .500 might make you a hero in baseball; but in the gambling business, it makes you a bum. But what the hell? It's not over yet. I still have time to double down heavily on both games and make enough proposition bets to win it all back.
Of course. Why not? It happens all the time.



Monday, November 07, 2005

Cuse Yourself:

I honestly just heard this for the first time in a while, but it's a parody of Eminem's Lose Yourself that's about Syracuse's 2003 National Championship title run. This thing, for at least two years was a staple on every mix CD I made.

Hey yo, if you had the best recruting class in the nation, for one year, would you win a national championship?

It started slow, lost to Memphis on the road,
everybody tellin' Anthony he shoulda went pro,
well what do you know, national champs,
who would have guessed we be in New Orleans baby cuttin' the nets.
got no respect, no one believed, no body thought it could be done,
too young, but central New York was packin' the dome, playin' undefeated at home,
defense like a virgin no ones penetratin' the zone, leave it alone,
Edelin's back,that much better, that kid sure can play boy like Hugh Hefner,
floaters in the lane and take it right to the rim, tell McNamara to shoot it from anywhere in the gym,
the pride of Scraton, 64 teams were dancin', theres just 1 left doin' the harlem shake with a passion,
its like team after team they kept advancin', if your see Carmelo Anthony please start chantin' "one more year" dawg we need your here, cut him a check, tell him you love him, buy him a beer, cuz if these teenage kids keep playin like grown men, then next year we just goin' do it again,

(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, Anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, Anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.

the most explosive on the court now to make things clear,
Warricks got more hops than a keg of beer,
now you wanna give him the ball he'll dunk from 3, McNeal go more blocks that the Lego company,
Kueth will miss the way you pass, dribble, and shoot, but Jimmy B landed dream blue chip recruits,
number 15 you'll be missed if you leave, made Ford and Hollis Price both look like Christopher Reeves,
but 'Melo my moms dying, she wastin away, the doctors said she'll only get better dawg if you stay,
dont leave, dont go to the N.B.A. and play for the cavs, their fans don't even go to the games,
you got 40 thousand orange fans screamin your name, its on you to build a dynasty, to leave is insane,
Gerry, Billy, Pace,McNeil, Forth, Warrick and Car-melo Anothy 10 times as good as Lebron.

(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, Anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, Anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.

no more games, im'a change what you call great, blow the roof off the dome like 6 gernades,
we were good in the beginin', the mood all changed, best 'cuse basketball team ever arranged,
they just kept fallin' and kept shootin' and kept dunkin', rollin' over number 1 seeds like it was nothin',
best believe if we need a 3 it was comin ,from the man who fans packed up 15 buses, to come to the games, everyone wanted to see freshman playin like verterans you gotta believe.
2 and O out in Boston and in Albany, won it all in New Orleans for all too see, nobody picked this team seeded 3 to win it all except 'cuse fans and Dicky V, King Anthony best player, best team in the nation, sing it out loud, give 'em a standing ovation.

(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.
(you better) 'cuse yourself in the moment, you hold it, you own it, your underfeted in the dome.
just give it one more shot, anthony dont go pro, national champions, lets make it 2 in a row.

do not let him leave, do not let him leave, if you see Carmelo tie his arms, duct tape his legs, throw him in the basement 'til the NBA draft, you're not going no where, haha.


Download Cuse Yourself


Thursday, November 03, 2005

Rat-a-tat-tat

Rat-a-tat-tat:


Finally, this week I got my first tattoo. I've been talking about getting one for at least the last 8 years, but now I just sucked it up and did it. I've always talked the big game about getting one, but always pussied out at the end. On Tuesday, i finally decided that it was time for me to stop acting like such a puss and go through with something for once in my life.

Click here to see the picture!


Wednesday, November 02, 2005

So what are you doing Friday night?

Halloween:

Team Sheen and Redmond/Harnett enterprises proudly presents...



Folks, if you have nothing big planned on Friday, please join John Harnett and Mike Redmond as they guest bartend at Saloon on Nov 4th. It should be a rapturous evening of debauchery and overall inebriated behavior. Last few evening when Redmond and Boobie have bartended have been overall joyous times. So, if you wanna come, the more the merrier. Come see Redmond not lift a finger and Harnett struggle the track down the recipe for a Lemon Drop. Also, come down and see all your favorite UES locals mock Paul and Harnett for blowing their hair out...

Hey John, make sure you have a round of Nick Nolte’s waiting for me and my people… If you can’t make that, I’ll take a Rob Riener.