Next Level

Diplomacy is always better than violence. But, if you have to shoot a fair one, stick to the fisticuffs...especially in the future.





The homie Serge with the assist.

Respect My Gangsta: Tandon Doss

Earlier this morning I spotted his name while doing some fantasy football research. My only inclination was to laugh at the name "Tandon". Well, I'm laughing no more, Mr. Doss. ...Sir.

From Shutdown Corner:

On the football field, Baltimore Ravens rookie Tandon Doss(notes) provides offense. When he's chilling at Five Guys, though, he's all about defense.

Before Thursday night's Ravens/Redskins game, Doss happened to see a fight at a Five Guys restaurant in Baltimore's Inner Harbor. He wasn't having it. Despite the fact that one guy had a knife, Doss intervened and broke up the fight.

Doss tweeted about the event after it happened. As you might imagine in today's apathetic society, he received some disapproval from followers who felt he had taken an unnecessary risk. His response? "Idc wat day it is I'm not gunna sit there and let someone get jumped idk where ur from but we don't do that in Indy. Ur #weaksauce". Never question a gangsta.

And then, after all of the heroism, you have this:

Doss went on to catch two passes for 28 yards Thursday night, and is one of two rookie wide receivers battling for playing time with the Ravens. If you want to judge them by their off-the-field behavior, Doss breaks up knife fights in Baltimore. Torrey Smith runs like hell when the earth shakes.

The ironic ownage of Torrey Smith is just a delicious cherry on top. Doss stepping up to exibit such unselfish bravery in defense of a stranger, without a second thought towards his own safety, is spectacular. We're constantly fed the (in my opinion overhyped) stereotype of the "diva" NFL wide receiver. Mr. Doss, more than likely, would consider that characterization to be "#weaksauce".

Beijing Brawlin

Keep in mind, this was part of a goodwill tour.

From The Dagger:

Georgetown had to leave the court during the fourth quarter of its exhibition game against the Baiyi Rockets on Thursday night in Beijing after both benches emptied and a wild brawl erupted between the two teams. None of the Hoyas were seriously injured despite trading punches with the opposing players and having to dodge chairs thrown onto the court and water bottles hurled from the stands.

The best account of what led to the melee comes from the Washington Post's Gene Wang, apparently the lone U.S. reporter in attendance.

Wang wrote that the game was tense from the outset and had to be stopped earlier after two players exchanged words. At one point, a Rockets player even berated John Thompson III as the Georgetown coach yelled instructions to his players.

The hard fouls and constant bickering eventually devolved into bedlam when Bayi big man Hu Ke was called for a foul against Georgetown guard Jason Clark. The senior made it clear he did not appreciate the hard foul, sparking the initial exchange of shoves that led players from both benches to run onto the court in defense of their teammates.

Rumors that The Hero and I were involved for the opposing sides are pure hearsay. Video of the throwdown:

His Pimp Hand Needs a Workout

*dead*

From this douchebag getting his ass kicked by his girlfriend, to the anonymous cameraman fleeing once she spots him... If this wasn't staged, I'm nominating it for YouTube clip of the year.




From Attack of the Blog.

Fighter Wins 2 "Knockouts" in 1 Night

Just a little something to get your Monday moving. Kind of a two-for-one here; you get the sick KO, followed by an impromptu marriage proposal.



But ladies, I ask you this: You just watched your boyfriend drop another man with a sick tap to the jaw; are you even going to consider saying "no" to his marriage proposal? I think at that point he could've gotten down on his knee and asked her if they could have a threesome with one of the ring girls, and she would've agreed simply out of fear of catching a quick jab.

M-Rod's Dirty Pillows

For guys, the term "slumber party" evokes images of nubile, scantily-clad young ladies gossiping about boys, having pillow fights, and practicing kissing. And I see no reason why anyone should ever contend that none of this is, in fact, reality.

But when one of those nubile young hotties is Michelle Rodriguez...shit can get real.