Well, it’s been a while since I truly wrote what I would consider a worthwhile post. It’s mostly because of good things in my life, well I think they’re good at least. I could be very mistaken and they might very well lead to a new level of insanity on my part, but I guess only time will tell. 

Any who, I have been getting schooled in social media 101 and for what it’s worth the lessons have been really amazing and I’m looking forward to seeing what I can do with it all. I’m probably going to be reblogging things a bit less, but I’ll be replacing that with photos and random tidbits gleamed from my travels through life and pub quizes. I’ll also be creating weekly posts to share what’s been going on in my wonky view, or maybe a cool film, party or such and such that catches my eye. Hopefully this goes well.

Cheers and I’m looking forward to bring even more of my peculiarities your way =)

-Derrick

sportsnetny:

Howie Rose’s radio call of Johan Santana’s No-No

via Deadspin

Bocce, 1920s style

parkandbond:

Summer Fridays

The abandoned fish bowl, all to common these days

fuckyeahmenswear:

Jegs on.

Jegs on.

Jegs.

Bout to run six miles.

On my favorite treddy bear.

But first need to work up a sick tweet.

Something that encapsulates my one-of-a-kind grind.

My love of stylin’ on garden variety seasoning plants.

“Swerving on Bond in my blazed out midnight o’clock NBs.”

“Keep the fuck out my way plebes. #makemymonstergrow”

“Hit Lord Zedd on the BBM tip.”

Headphones on.

Playlist on blast.

I fucks wit Frou Frou.

Maybe you’ve read about her?

On Nah Right?

Flossin’ like twelveteen types of Pitti wealth from the waist up.

Flossin’ like the number one AEPhi pledge from the waist down.

Shit.

Can I get any realer?

Sartorio at Swisha House.

Boglioli at Ballys.

E. Tauz at Equinox.

Norton & Sons at New York Sports Club.

Caruso at Curves.

Just wait ‘til I add spinning.

To the rotation.

After hours Spreewells.

No Rapha.

If only you knew.

What kind of wavy shit I’ve got over shoulder.

Kindle.

E Ink back.

You know your boy gets his light read on.

Fat stack of hundies.

Fresh roll of undies.

Granola for my lil’ tummy.

Finna pull some fit honies.

Crazy stamina.

I smell when I’m done, B.

Getting to sleep early.

Tomorrow at the cancer marathon.

Stuntin’ on behalf of the bedridden.

Both sides of the street.

Throngs, son.

Throngs.

Don’t know why they cap this shit at 5K.

Balling on a budget was never my thing.

I could have dropped 10K on my jacket alone.

Hahahahahahahahahaha

gqfashion:

The GQ Guide to Shoes

Say no to square toes. Here’s how.

Thank you kindly =)

guardianmusic:

Tribute to Maurice Sendak AND Adam Yauch/Beastie Boys, posted on Flickr by eight bit™

Mr. T needs to be the host of every fashion show ever!!!

Ugh, watching ESPN’s First Take is so infuriating most times. Today they had the audacity to question Jeremy Lin’s motivation in taking longer than they expected to return from recent knee surgery. Now if this were game seven of the NBA finals, I could understand to an extent, but since the outset of his surgery the prognosis was that he’d be out the first round of the playoffs. The second issue of merit is that this is a truncated season, and given Lin’s lack of steady rookie season play, his experience is near that of a rookie, so this season is even more dangerous to his longevity in the league. The Knicks have already lost two guards in this series to knee injuries and the idea that you’d rush another young guard on the court just after an injury sidelined him for the past two months is ridiculous. Iman Shumpert was considered a lock down perimeter guard, Jeremy Lin for all of his accolades doesn’t possess that same level of defensive play, and against a physical team like the Heat, the physical toll is just on an entirely different level. If anything, you just need to look at the Chicago Bulls to realize the danger that bringing Lin back prematurely poses. Much like Derrick Rose, Lin plays an attacking style of point guard. Me lack some of Rose’s explosiveness at the rim, but that doesn’t preclude him from throwing his body around in Iverson-like fashion. Rose a young veteran, and MVP, with no history of injury, rushed back from nagging injury after nagging injury only to leave his team devoid of its true star and leader after almost one complete playoff game in a seemingly meaningless series that most analysts assumed Chicago could win without Rose’s play.

As a fan it’s obvious that you’d want your team and it’s players to give their all and sacrifice to eek out each and every win. But these are still kids and they have careers to think about. A knee injury no matter how seemingly insignificant is still a huge injury in a game that puts a massive amount of stress on it’s players legs as they run up and down hardwood courts for 30+ minutes. If your job is to be an analyst than man up and do your job, and start being objective.