Staying Sober: 5 Comedies You Need To See Instead Of “The Hangover 2″

I guess

When I tell people exactly how underwhelmed and unimpressed I was with “The Hangover,” most assume I’m just being a contrarian for contrarian’s sake — an idea that couldn’t be further from the truth. Although I didn’t see it in the theater, I rented it the minute it was available on Netflix, and anxiously waited three more weeks to get off the waiting list. As a huge fan of everything from “The 40 Year Old Virgin” to “Arsenic and Old Lace,” I wanted this movie to be great, and I had my 32 oz. cup of “The Hangover is funny as f*ck” lemonade on my coffee table, ready to gulp that sh*t down.

But, while I was expecting something that could possibly be placed on my top ten all-time comedies list, I ended up seeing the Evelyn Lozada of humor.

How do they compare? Well, Lozada possesses certain physical characteristics (height, curves, long hair, light skin, etc) that would give her “automatic dime status” with many guys. “The Hangover” possess certain scenarios and scenes that seemed to automatically cement it’s status as a comedy classic.

But, under further inspection, Lozada’s retired porn star-ish world weariness makes it so that she clearly doesn’t measure up to her measureables, and the “humor” present in the “The Hangover” is nothing but a bunch of scenes where the director might as well put a giant sign on the screen saying “There’s a tiger indoors!!! This is supposed to be funny!!! Laugh now!!! You’re supposed to laugh here!!!”

Basically, it was a movie with a f*cking laugh track, an effect that left it completely devoid of any actual comedy.

To be perfectly fair, I have to admit that the trailers for “The Hangover 2″ don’t look too bad. I may eventually see it, but until that day comes, I’ll keep on digging in my comedy crates, searching for and rewatching gems such as…

Rasheed Thurmond on Bad Boys of Comedy (Rasheed actually passed away a year or so after doing this show, making him the Maurice Stokes of stand-up. I really thought he had a gift and could have easily been a “known” name by now)

The Louie: Season One Blu-Ray boxset (The best stand-up comedian today with the best television show since “The Wire”)

“High Anxiety” (Although Blazing Saddles and Young Frankenstein get more love, this parody of Hitchcock movies is Mel Brooks’ best work)

The deleted scenes from “The 40 Year Old Virgin” (Without the deleted scenes, “Virgin” cracks the top five on my list of favorite comedies ever. With the deleted scenes, it’s the undisputed and unchallenged leader)

Aubrey Plaza’s impression of Sarah Silverman (Although I noticed her in “Funny People” and like her in “Parks and Recreation,” I officially fell in love after seeing this impersonation of the most annoying comic on Earth)

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An endless loop of the Bulls’ historic collapse last night (Too soon?)

Anyway, people of VSB, what are your all-time favorite comedies? In this instance, “comedies” isn’t just confined to movies. Just anything that always makes you laugh.

Also, is there anyone out there who can give me a convincing reason to actually see “The Hangover 2?” I can be swayed, but you need to be Jack f*cking McCoy with your argument.

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—The Champ

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Ok, Ok, Ok…You’re Right. I’m a Snob. Get Over It.

It’s really not a game

“Why are you such a basketball snob?”

My girlfriend asked me this last weekend while I was trying to articulate my disgust for people who think Deron Williams is a better basketball player than Chris Paul. (Actually, disgust is a bit too strong of a word. Disdain is more appropriate.)

Anyway, she couldn’t understand why I felt comfortable making blanket judgments about a person’s (lack of) basketball acumen and intelligence just because they thought that one great point guard was better than another great point guard, and she called me a snob. I was intentionally taken aback by that suggestion, but I had to admit she was right.

I know more about basketball than anyone reading this, and not only do I know more about NBA basketball than anyone any of you know, I’d wager that I’m more knowledgeable about basketball than you are about anything. While I’m quite polite to those who know they’re not basketball mavens but wish to have a superficial (or educational) basketball-related conversation, if you do fashion yourself to be knowledgeable and you attempt to debate me, I will be as condescending, snarky, patronizing, disdainful, and dismissive as possible if you suggest something that shows you’re not worthy of my engagement. Be warned, and tread lightly, bitch.

I’m sure you don’t give two sh*ts about my snobbery, but that’s not the point. I don’t care if you don’t care. My snobbery has integrity, and even though I’m aware my relationship to basketball probably isn’t that serious to you, it’s more than just plain old “serious” to me.

It’s first falling in love with the sport when my dad took me to see the Harlem Globetrotters play at the Civic Arena on my 6th birthday.

It’s remembering watching the Rockets play The Celtics in the 1986 NBA Finals and (correctly) sensing that the Rockets were grossly over matched, even though I was so young (seven years old) that I still couldn’t quite pronounce “Akeem Olajuwon”.

It’s getting bored with always getting perfect scores when playing the “Name That College” game—being able to recall off the top of your head which university a random NBA player attended—and deciding to play “Name That High School instead.

It’s being able to tell what part of the country a point guard is from by watching the way he executes a left-to-right crossover dribble.

It’s playing so much pick-up basketball at so many different parks that you’re now able to identify who can and can’t hoop before watching anyone actually play just by paying attention to what they’re wearing (Note: The guys who play ball in store bought college and NBA jerseys are usually the worst players)

It’s knowing that the dribble move known by ballplayers as “The Shammgod” was actually first done on national TV by Penn’s Jerome Allen in an NCAA tournament game against Antonio Mcdyess’s Alabama in 1995.

It’s being able to tell when a player intentionally throws a slightly off-target pass to an open teammate, throwing his rhythm off and intentionally increasingly the odds he’ll miss the shot, and it’s understanding why someone would do something like that.

It’s being fully aware of the fact that while men are inherently bigger and more athletic, the main reason why high-level men’s players are usually so much better than high-level women is that women typically just haven’t put in as many hours working on their games. (and it’s being confident enough in my basketball knowledge to say something so seemingly sexist without hesitation)

It’s sensing that, even though the stats and game logs might not reflect this, Stephen Jackson always gives Lebron James fits, and it’s watching Kobe get shaken out of his shorts by Tracy Mcgrady in a 2003 game against the Magic, and anticipating that Kobe would do everything in his power to dunk on the entire team the next time he got the ball (He did, btw)

It’s shooting 200 shots a day every day from May to August when I was 11 years old, while my dad rebounded for me and charted my makes and misses. It’s dribbling my basketball through gang-infested neighborhoods and getting a “pass” from the thugs because I was “that little hoopin nigga“. It’s attending a Boys and Girls Club basketball camp in 1991, and first meeting the kid who’d grow to be my closest and oldest friend. It’s not getting a chance to play when taking a team trip to Italy because I tore the ACL in my left knee two months earlier. (But, I did get to hit the nude beaches) It’s crying when first hearing about Hank Gathers, Reggie Lewis, and (my friend and college teammate) Richard Jones, and asking God why a game that’s been so good to me could be so cruel.

Considering the negative connotation attached to the word “snob”, I was initially shocked by my girlfriend’s suggestion because I didn’t want to be seen as one of those people; those insufferable, egg-headed, know-it-alls who don’t miss an opportunity to let you know exactly how much more they know than you do.

But, I’ve reconciled with and accepted my snobbishness in all it’s glory, proudly rocking my snob stripes whenever possible. So, when my girlfriend asked that question, I responded the only way I know how:

“Because I’ve earned it”

Anyway, although my relationship with basketball may seem unique (and a bit obsessive), we each have something we’re unabashedly snobbish about. Whether it’s food or foreign films or pop culture or penis size, every single one of us reading this has a topic we think we know more about than everybody else, a subject that kind of brings out the highbrow and haughty asshole in us when we’re discussing it.

People of VSB.com, what exactly are you a bit of a snob about?

Remember, we’re all family here. Don’t be scurred.

—The Champ

5 Reasons Why The NBA is Better Than The NFL

I started calling myself “The Champ” in February of 2006, a week or so after the Pittsburgh Steelers won Super Bowl XL. At first it was a bit of tongue-in-cheek homage to a Bill Simmons joke–after he won a fantasy football championship, he started referring to himself as “The Champ” for a year –but the name (obviously) stuck with me.  I didn’t mind though. The Steelers have so permeated my fabric that the idea of permanently adopting a Steeler-based pseudonym seemed (and still seems) perfectly normal.

But, as this NFL season approaches, I’ve come to realize my affection for the black and gold isn’t extended to the league as a whole. Sure, I enjoy watching professional football, but when the Steelers aren’t playing, it doesn’t completely consume me in the way it does much of America. Wait, let me rephrase that. It doesn’t completely consume me in the way the NBA does.

You know, it’s interesting being a diehard NBA fan these days. Despite the fact that everything from the overall talent level to the television ratings has been steadily increasing for the past decade, the league is still faced with a ton of negative (and contradictory) PR¹.

Depending on who you talk to, there’s either too much defense or too much offense, the games are too boring or the games are too filled with highlights, the players are too soft or the players are too thuggish, the league is too Euro or the league is too urban, and usually these pointed complaints are made by people who say they don’t actually watch the games.

Seriously, defending the NBA today is like dating a great woman who everyone thinks has been around, even though nobody has ever actually met anyone she’s been with.

Admittedly, I have a few biases. I’ve made no secret of the fact that I played college basketball. Also, my father (and one of my uncles) played college ball as well, my closest friend coaches pro ball in Europe, and I have a cousin who’s played in the NBA. I’m a stone-cold hoops junkie surrounded by stone-cold hoops junkies.

Biases aside, it’s still easy for me to find 5 reasons why the NBA is just better than the NFL.

1. The players have actual power

In the NFL, the (primarily black) athletes are the working class while the (overwhelmingly white) coaches, management, and ownership serve as the aristocracy. In this dynamic, with the exception of a few white quarterbacks (ie: Favre, Manning, Brady, Brees), the players wield no power. None.

A great example of this general powerlessness is occurring in New York City right now, as grossly underpaid Jets cornerback Darrelle Revis (arguably the best defensive player in football) deserves a lucrative new contract, but the team is under no obligation (or pressure) to appease him. He has no real leverage, and because of this, he’ll probably end up signing a new contract paying him maybe 50% of what his services are worth (as opposed to the current contract paying him 15% of what he’s worth), even though he knows since NFL contracts aren’t guaranteed, they could release him at any point during the contract and not pay him a dime. (They wouldn’t do that, but they could)

Regardless of how you feel about Lebron James and his ill-conceived decision show, you have to admit he took advantage of every ounce of his personal leverage to achieve his desired result. While Lebron’s situation is an extreme example, no other professional athletes are as self-aware as NBA players, and in no other team sport are black professional athletes afforded the same opportunity to take advantage of this self-awareness. They know they’re valuable commodities with a finite window of earning power, and they act accordingly because they have leverage. They have power.

2. The best team always wins the championship

In the National Football League, a team can sneak into the playoffs after winning approximately half of their regular season games, catch a couple of somewhat lucky breaks, and make it all the way to the Super Bowl. With a few more lucky breaks, they can win the Super Bowl. While this unpredictable parity is usually lauded as one of the best things about the NFL, it’s completely unfair, completely wrong, and easily one of my least favorite things about the league. (I’m not the only one who feels this way, btw)

Seriously, imagine if other fields were set up similarly to the NFL (and the NCAA tournament). Think about how unfair school would be if a person who earned D minuses all semester long was able to get an “A” for the year if he just got a couple B pluses on his last two exams.

With its best-of-seven game playoff series format, the NBA ensures that flukey sh*t like this doesn’t occur. It’s the only true meritocracy in sports. The best teams, the teams most deserving of winning, usually win. If you want to win in the NBA playoffs, you have to actually go and get better. You can’t rely on bad weather or lucky breaks to help your cause.

If a team gets hot, catches a few lucky breaks, and beats the favored team, great! Good for you. Now, do it three more times if you want to advance.

3. Bigots hate it

The one infallible lesson we’ve learned in our 400 years in this country is if bigots universally hate something, that something is usually a great thing. From slavery and women’s suffrage to Manhattan and Michelle Obama, this test has never been wrong. Seriously, if you’re ever confused about where you should stand on a controversial topic or issue, just ask the nearest bigot and do the exact opposite of what he suggests and you’ll be right as rain. And, since bigots unanimously hate the NBA (seriously. if you ever want to find out if someone’s a racist, ask him to share his thoughts about the NBA), there’s obviously an inherent super positive quality about professional basketball that NFL stans just haven’t recognized yet.

4. Skill matters

Why is this true? Well, just let me put it this way: Dwyane Wade. Lebron James. Derrick Rose. Nate Robinson. Shannon Brown. Rajon Rondo. These are just a few of the dozens of NBA players who have the athletic chops to be able to retire from the NBA today, and get signed by an NFL team tomorrow.

The number of NFL players who could do the same? Zero

I’m not suggesting NFL players aren’t extremely skilled at their crafts, and I’m not attempting to minimize the amount of energy and work it takes to be a professional football player. But, as any athlete will tell you, it’s much more difficult to make an NBA roster than an NFL team because pro-level basketball is much more difficult to play than pro-level football.

Don’t believe me? Well it can’t be too difficult to make the roster in a sport where this guy..

…is a number one draft pick.

5. Each player matters too

From the otherworldlyness of Ron Artest to the perpetually petulant Kobe Bryant, each NBA player has a unique personality, skill set, and narrative. Even marginal players–like a Rafer Alston or Delonte West–have their own distinct and distinguishable qualities, and each of these characteristics are easily seen by the public.

And, while the NFL tries to sell you on the concept that it’s the only true team sport, the one place where each individual part matters as much as the next, in reality the National Football League is comprised of a few superstars (the aforementioned quarterbacks and a few other marquee players) and a bunch of anonymous and interchangeable drones.

There are no personalities, just 32 mega corporations each headed by 30 to 35 year old white males who rule over a bunch of throwaway parts. This is strongly and sadly evidenced by the very real fact that, as long as it’s people like Chris Henry and Andre Waters dying, nobody seems to care that the NFL is turning its players into mush brained zombies.

Damn, I guess this truly makes the NFL America’s game. But, it doesn’t make it better.

¹My three favorites theories about why the NBA gets so much negative P.R.
A) There hasn’t been a white American basketball superstar since Larry Bird, and the fact that there’s no one for middle America to really root for cultivates a general disinterest with much of (white) America. There are no Mississippi farm boys (Favre), royal families (The Mannings), or superstar heartthrobs (Brady). This isn’t racist. It’s just hard for many to get behind a sport when you feel like you can’t relate to any of the players. In turn, this disinterest eventually turns into distaste.
B) For almost a decade, the best NBA basketball has been played out west. Phoenix, Los Angeles, Dallas, Houston, San Antonio, Denver, and Utah have all had consistently good teams, while New York, New Jersey, Philadelphia, Washington, and (up until 3 years ago) Boston have consistently sucked. Thing is, the majority of the nations important sports media is located in the Northeast. And, since they haven’t had winners in their home cities for the past 10 years, they’ve written and reported with an anti-NBA slant. This actually leads to…
C) Casual NFL fans are more sophisticated than casual NBA fans. Wait, let me rephrase that. Casual NFL fans are more accepting of and willing to learn about football strategy than casual NBA fans are of basketball strategy. For instance, when a star NFL player has difficulties, the announcers point out that “Manning has always had difficulties against the Cover 2. Lets see if he can make adjustments at halftime” and people accept this as truth. When an star NBA player has difficulties, the announcers might point out a certain defensive tactic the other team is using, but the casual fan usually ends up thinking “Damn. Carmelo just isn’t giving any effort tonight. Damn overpaid NBA diva.” And, I think the casual fan’s willingness to give NFL players the benefit of the doubt (and not NBA players) is partially due to media influence. If you hear “NBA players don’t care” enough, you’ll start to believe it.

—The Champ

Love Without A Limit?.

belle-2Did y’all get Columbus Day off?  I did.  Yay.

Every morning on my commute into work, I listen to the Kane show on Washington, DC’s 99.5.  The personalities are hilarious and the skits have almost caused pileups on many of Washington’s busy by ways and highways.

And high days are better than sober ones.

^Just felt like shouting out Outkast with that line.

Anyway, one segment that they do is called War of the Roses where they allow somebody who thinks they’re being cheated on to call into the show, tell their story and why they think they’re being cheated on, then the host calls the cheater up pretending to be from a flower shop giving away a free bouquet of flowers and they see who the alleged cheater sends the flowers to.

Now, on good ones, the alleged cheater will send the flowers to the very person the alleged cheatee thinks they’re cheating with and then all hell breaks loose.  It usually results in MAJOR blowups and somebody always goes down in flames…hard.  We’re talking Commander Sully into the Hudson Hard.  Well one particular morning a few weeks ago, the Roses segment involved a guy who called in not because he thought his girl was cheating on him, but because he thought his best friend was bangin’ his little sister.  He said he’d seen on facebook pictures of the two of them together where his BFF was doing body shots off of his younger sister.

I don’t give a sh*t if they’re getting married, the last thing I’d ever want to see pictures of on Facebook is some random mothertrucker doing body shots off of her.  There’s a few reasons in this world to put a few into the sky: 1) to let ninjas know you babysittin’ (name that reference for 10 Kool-Aid points); 2-100) some dude is doing body shots off your sister with pictures to prove it.

I guess its better than…never mind.

Sure as shootin’, dude sent the bouquet of roses to the little sister and all hell broke loose.  Dude had been specifically warned to stay away from little sister but his logic was this:  we’re both grown and consenting adults and what he wants should be irrelevant.  Of course, the big brother threatened to tell the sister about things he used to do and of course boyfriend threatened to tell big brother what color little sisters panties are, etc.

I really should have used Dude A and Dude B.  Anyway, this got me to thinking about what relationships really are off limits.  Now, in this situation, dude specifically said, “stay away from my sister” and those wishes were not respected but at least he’s in a real relationship with the little sister – not just jumpoff Josie jgets jizzed jon.

J’yeah.

In my opinion, if they’re both grown then f*ck it.  You can’t stop grown folks from doing what they want to do anyway, no matter how reasonable the request. However, as his best friend, shouldn’t that request at LEAST be honored and if they MUST not follow his request, shouldn’t they have come to him and been like, “we’re doing this anyway and you’re going to see some foul pictures and I like to put my legs behind my head, etc”

So reasonable people of VSB, if big brother says little sister is off limits…is she?  If so, why?  What are other relationships that should be off limits and why? Hell, what’s reasonable?  Today, let’s focus on morality, common decencey, and education.

We’ll work on colors tomorrow.

And by the way, that little white girl has no business dating that big scawy monsterw.

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka TANGLE JIG P aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL, HE A 3

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tragedy plus time, and maia campbell

last week, a link to this two year old video was shared on my facebook wall. for those too lazy to click, it contains an obviously mentally challenged and/or intoxicated man making a fool of himself at a funeral by singing quite possibly the worst rendition of amazing grace ever recorded.

actually, thats too kind. this is, without a doubt, the worst public or private rendition of any song ever made, and this includes my bi-weekly shower beatbox remix to bohemian rhapsody.

basically, its comedic gold, and the only thing i witnessed last week more funny than that was a too talkative boise state university football player getting knocked the f*ck out by something called a “leGarrette blount”

another video made the internet rounds last week, showing what looked to be a prostitute sitting in a car and having an indecipherable conversation with two men, including what seemed like her pimp, practically mimicking a deleted scene from a dolemite flick. yet, although this video was also roasted and ridiculed, most others admonished the ridiculers, some even saying that (paraphrasing) “our reaction to her situation is a shameful indictment on all of us.” Continue reading