When did it become acceptable again to confront another human being and tell them where they can and can’t live?
Gentrification is a term used for that purpose. A term for labeling the movement of the rich to formerly poor areas. A term that brings to mind the loss of unique cultures being bulldozed by fancy restaurants, expensive apartment complexes and white washed walls. To be frank, it’s about white people moving in on brown peoples territory.
I’ve seen it happen. over the course of 6 or 7 years, I saw Echo Park transition from a slightly dangerous feeling, up and coming neighborhood, into a mostly safe, mall hipster and yuppie haven. Some of the old run down businesses have been replaced by expensive restaurants and bars, the Echo Park Lake was cleaned up and though the city still looks the same, it has, to me, lost some of it’s vibrancy.
Try finding a reasonable place for rent there. It’s too expensive mostly — another hallmark of gentrification. As a result other, cheaper neighborhoods are starting their transitions to be the new hip places to be. Gentrification spreads, people migrate, trends migrate, and sometimes hard working people get displaced.
But it’s happened before. A lot of the neighborhoods being gentrified today were no man’s land 20 or 30 years ago. Places where immigrants, and working class could afford to live and gang violence was a fact of life. But looking further into the past, 50 or 60 years ago, those same neighborhoods were different.
Even the places that have always been thought of as the roughest neighborhoods were not always that way. Compton, Watts, and Inglewood were some of the earliest suburbs for the new middle class that grew out of the 1940’s post war boom. Many of these areas were predominately white at first, but like any nice place to live, middle class families of all backgrounds began to move there.
But the United States changed a lot in the mid 20th century socially and economically, and the needs and desire’s of those in the middle class changed. There was urban decay and new suburbs were created to the east and north of Los Angeles. It was a change that was echoed in many of the major US cities — the migration of middle class and rich families away from urban centers. Some would label it white flight.
But starting in the 1990’s the trend began to reverse itself and until today the movement has shifted away from the suburbs and back to the cities. Consequently many of the working class, poor and immigrant populations have, at least in southern California have done the reverse, moving to the cheaper outskirts of the suburbs in San Bernardino county.
This presents a common trend about American populations — we tend move to the best situations that are available to us. This is because we all desire similar things. On some levels it’s practical. We want to afford housing, rent at the very least, but homes if we can. On some level it’s about preference. One neighborhood might provide more jobs, or better schools, or, for the rich, livelier nightlife, safer neighborhoods, shorter commutes.
What each person chooses to prioritize is based on individual situation and preference. There is a major caveat to this, however. Money equals mobility in the United States and a man with enough money can choose not to care about a long commute if he cares more about say, a nice view. Or if a young person thinks life is boring in the suburbs and wants an edgier, trendier, and initially cheaper place to live, they will choose not to care about things like safety or space.
All this to say that change is not only common, sometimes it’s practical. The hard part is watching the change happen. Seeing a formerly colorful neighborhood become bland is a loss culturally. But the anti-gentrification movement, especially the anti technology variant in San Francisco seems hell bent on stopping change. They picket outside of Google Employee’s homes and harass them whenever they can. They stage protests at bus stops. They assault people who use certain gadgets. And they feel completely justified.
While they seem to frame their arguments with vague ideas about loss of culture and the working class being forced to serve the rich, the problem is clearly rent. In San Francisco rents are skyrocketing, due largely to the technology boom. The prices have even come to rival New York, another metropolis that has been victim to gentrification. People who have lived in San Francisco for years are being priced out by engineers, developers and startups. As a result the city renowned for it’s diversity and acceptance has finally found a group they can’t tolerate — nerds.
But the writing is on the wall and it has been for many years. For every billionaire made through computer code, there are a thousand employees who just moved up in the world, who want to enjoy their lives and live somewhere new. Somewhere exciting and beautiful. Somewhere like San Francisco, a picturesque metropolis if there ever was one — a city ironically founded by people chasing riches of a different kind in the 1840’s.
It’s supposedly the American Dream. Only people don’t want white picket fences anymore, they want brick lofts, quirky dive bars, and vibrant daily lives. And while there will always be people left out of success, or forced by circumstances to adapt and decide where they can find a better life, for better or worse, I have to ask, who are we to say what is the right way or wrong? Who is to say who belongs and who doesn’t belong?
Maybe gentrification is just another term for the ugly side of change. Good people are being forced out of their lives by money, greed, and social standing. It’s hard to be for something like that. My hope is that smart people will seek out legislation to regulate this change or at least make it tenable to those who have less power. Maybe they can build more housing to satiate the demand and hopefully drive down prices. But when the tactics of the anti-gentrification movement are mob mentalities, assaults, and a bullish sense of self righteousness, I have to wonder if they really care about preserving culture or just care about themselves. As if they would be any different were the situations reversed.
Their tactics may work and that’s the worst part. The rich techies don’t have to live in San Francisco and if every time they walk in the streets they run the risk of being attacked and harassed by an angry mob they may decide it just isn’t worth it anymore. I know I would consider moving. But whether or not these groups realize it, they may doing more harm than good to the city they claim to love. If they hate working in coffee shops now, imagine what it will be like when there are no customers.
I used to work in a coffee shop too. People with even a little bit of money can be jerks. That’s what the paycheck is for.
The Wolf of Wall Street is a story about excess. It’s unavoidable. Every aspect of Martin Scorcese’s true (ish) tale of greed, sex, drugs, lies, power, even redemption, oozes with the kind of over embellishment you’d expect from the self-made author, Jordan Belfort.
Sourced from his own memoir, the Wolf of Wall Street plays out like former jock recalling his best tackles in high school football. The entire time I watched, I couldn’t help feeling that nobody could have lived that life, not to that level. And in that level of dubious facts and lionized ideals, there is a certain kind of truth. Jordan Belfort is absolutely the man we see on screen not because of the realism of each scene but because the story in which *SPOILER* a bad man loses everthing, doesn’t tell the story of a bad man hitting rock bottom and coming to terms with what he wrought.
Instead, Jordan Belfort’s exploits, which lose him his wealth, family, friends and business, comes across like a mere bump in the road; no more significant than the crash of 1987 which cost him his first job but lead him to his next endeavor as a con man, selling worthless stock to gullible people.
And in truth, his present day job as a “motivational speaker” and “author” which we see him transition too after his time in federal prison, is no more than another version of what he did before. The people who pay him to teachthem his secrets as a salesman, forget that rather than giving them the inside track to success, the Wolf is merely rounding them up for his latest slaughter.
After watching the movie I thought, as any good movie about Wall Street will make you think, about how our country is founded on aspirational people who want more power and wealth. They seem to take the kinds of risks we cringe at. In films like this, we watch in anticipation as they almost get away with it until their pride ultimately causes them to go too far.
Then I think about the boom and bust of legal Wall Street and how greed can hurt everyone, even the ones who don’t play the game.
Sadly though, the reason Belfort was able to sell gullible people worthless stock is because a lot of hard-working, play-by-the-rules Americans have been fed the fable that the only barrier between them and success is their willingness to take educated risks. It takes money to make money. That’s why Belfort’s clients practically begged him to take their hard earned savings at Stratton Oakmont and that’s why aspiring investors beg him to give away his “secrets” now.
What we fail to see (or maybe don’t want to see), is what is obvious. Belfort is a bad person. He wasn’t just willing to gamble to make it big. He was willing to gamble other people’s money knowing they would lose and he would win. He didn’t really care about much except getting caught which took years and some missteps on his part to happen.
We also forget that Belfort is most likely a very, very smart person. He seemed to understand basic human nature and desire to the point that no matter what he had to sell you, he always had an advantage. In the movie Belfort asked his friends and later the people at his motivational conference to sell him a pen. It was a demonstration of the mind of a true salesmen, a zen-like lesson on how to create desire. But the true measure of Belfort’s genius is that in each instance he was actually selling himself to those groups and they didn’t even realize it.
In the same way, by seeing and enjoying The Wolf of Wall Street I was joining the multitudes who had been swindled by Jordan Belfort. Martin Scorcese masterfully crafts a movie that seems like a blunt and repetitive expose on unbridled greed and excess. But subversively - to the audience, cast and director - I feel that we all may have played a part in another one of Belfort’s schemes.
I am not a military guy. I never grew up dreaming about serving in the armed forces or had a family lineage to follow. I had none of the often noble, often personal inclinations that might possess a young man to join the military. Yet 9 years ago when I was 18, I joined the Air Force and entered basic training.
Despite the physical and mental toll it took to mold me into a member of the military, there were some lessons I learned about myself and others that were more nuanced than marching in line, saluting, and following orders.
1. Some people immediately regret their life decisions
The second you get off the bus from the airport to the base, you realize they aren’t going to ease you into this. The first night is long and hellish as everyone, still in our civilian clothes, is yelled at and ushered from facility to facility without having a clue about what is supposed to happen or when it ends. That first night when I finally made it to my bunk, I just sat in the darkness trying to fall asleep to the sounds of young men quietly sobbing.
One cute girl from Michigan I struck up conversation with on the bus was discharged a week or so later for slitting her wrists because she wanted to go home. I remember one guy in particular saying, very matter-of-factly, that he not only needed to leave but that his case was special. The thing about basic training is nobody is special.
2. Nicknames stick even if they don’t make sense
Some people get military haircuts before going to basic training, others keep it real. You don’t get a haircut or a uniform until the second day of training so for a little while you pretty much look like a gaggle of teenagers wearing canteens.
One guy in my group had long hippie hair. So naturally our Training Instructor, the Air Force’s version of a drill sergeant , latched onto that obvious trait and called him Jesus. Another somewhat portly guy had a full beard and was very quickly nicknamed Santa Claus. They were called this every day until we left which was especially funny cause Santa Claus had a baby face without his beard and looked more like Pugsley from the Adams Family than St. Nick.
3. There are moments of humanity to be found in everything
One of the head training instructors was a monstrous female sergeant who was six feet tall and looked like James Hetfield. One day we were in class and she was sitting behind us. She was sick and sounded like she needed to blow her nose. Finally she sneezed. I was near her and despite everything in my body telling me not to draw attention to myself for any reason, I said, “Bless you.”
Rather than fly off the handle or intentionally ignore me to keep the game going, she politely thanked me and smiled slightly, her eyes watering from the cold. It was only for the briefest of moments, but in that small gesture, there was finally evidence that somebody around me was a normal, vulnerable human being.
4. Texas in mid July is hell
We woke up around 5:30 every morning and would go out for physical training before showering or eating. Even during the summer the sun wasn’t up yet and despite the darkness, I was sweating profusely in the humid still air. I hated it. But worse than exercising in that humidity was standing at attention. Being in full BDUs (battle dress uniform), holding your arm out perfectly straight for undetermined amounts of time, the sweat drips from the tip of your elbow to the underside of your arm. But like so many parts of basic training, you eventually stop noticing it.
5. You can adapt
Like I said in the last sentence, about 3 or 4 weeks in, you stop caring what’s happening to you. Whether it’s running in the heat, or breathing in tear gas, at some point I was able to put most of myself on auto-pilot. One of the things everybody tells you before you go off to training is that it’s either fun or not that bad but every week you’re in training it feels like the hardest thing ever and you kind of feel like they lied. But honestly, I hadn’t even left the base yet before I started thinking, well that went fast.
6. You can’t be perfect
Everyone had their strategy for getting through training. Some guys volunteered to lead. Some guys screwed up constantly. I tried to just do what I was told and not draw attention to myself. Unfortunately one particularly humid day we were standing at attention and my sleeve was just a little too far over my wrist. It bothered me and as the minutes went by standing still it started to really get to me. So, in a line of perfectly uniform bodies being inspected person by person, I extended my saluting arm to adjust my sleeve.
I don’t know if I thought I could do it subtly but what ended up happening was something between raising my hand in class and a Nazi salute. I could only stand there and take my yelling like a good idiot. If you’ve never had somebody yell at you in complete, justified rage mere centimeters from your face then what you don’t know is that it’s either scary or funny. In this case I was trying not to laugh.
7. It’s always possible not to lose yourself
Through all the yelling and all the pushups and all the long nights and early mornings, I began to transform. I had good posture, I could easily run for miles, I rarely got yelled at. I had become in some ways, the cog in the machine that you are supposed to be. That’s what training is ultimately about. They stripped me down of all my old self; my clothes, my hair, my family, my friends, my free time and replaced it with rules and consequences.
In order to make it through, I had to fall in line. But I still kept myself. One of the last few days we were there, all our training completed and all our tests passed we had some time to sit and talk like normal people for once. The entire time we were in training we were known only by our last names. Trainee Martinez. Then Airman Martinez. But the last week I went around to the group of people in my flight and started asking them, “What’s your first name?”
I don’t know why it was so important to me but doing so felt good because we had gone through a lot at that point and we still knew nothing about each other. Unexpectedly, some resisted.
One kid told me that he had earned the right to be called Airman at that point and it was disrespectful to call him by his first name. At first I was a little annoyed by it but I just threw up my hands and moved on. We were the same. We had done the same things, learned the same things and knew exactly the same amount (which by the way was practically nothing still). But he had left himself behind at some point. I never wanted to.
Recently, a new study found that the way we use our smartphones could be sapping us of our confidence in stressful situations. But perhaps the most interesting revelation was that it found that the larger the screen, the less of a negative effect it had on the user. Users on an iPod Touch were found to be the least confident while people who had read a larger screen were shown to have few or no ill effects. You love your smartphone too much to simply abandon it whenever facing a tough situation but what devices would best suit those stressful times?
Job interviews are stressful on several levels and not only require confidence but the appearance that you’ve got it together. Just like picking the right tie or pair of shoes, you want to exude competence while also not being too flashy. Bright colors and cheap plastics need not apply here. You want something that says I’m confident, but I don’t need to show off.
You know you want to get married. You’ve already thought it over and bought the ring. In your head you’ve already made the commitment, so why risk cold feet by bringing an old 2nd-Gen iPod Touch with a tiny, low-quality screen? Get something big and bright with good battery life. Remember, you aren’t trying to impress anyone, you’re trying to get engaged.
Unless the bar is an exact replica of the Mos Eisley Cantina, you probably want to leave the R2-D2 edition Droid 2 at home. It’s all about flashiness here. You’re on equal footing with everyone else there and you want to stand out. What better way to do that than with the biggest phone you can legally buy?
Before you decide to go all-in at the Texas Hold’em table with a 7-2 off suit you need be able to bluff like a high roller. Forget dark sunglasses and trash talk. Try waving your hand over your smartphone screen to answer a call. Not only does it look like you barely care what happens, to the untrained eye you may now seem supernatural (therefore unbeatable).
This isn’t a stressful situation for everyone, but for certain folks who maybe care more about cool phones than getting ripped, the idea of having your shirt off might be the most stressful of all. It’s hot out and you can’t just sit in the shade while your friends go swimming. So you make a break for it. You quickly toss off your shirt and get in the water. The only problem is, your phone was in your pocket still. You just ruined your summer…
Or, you were smart enough to get one of those cool new waterproof phones. Now you’re the guy who gets to film everyone having a great time. You’re a winner. Thanks technology.
When Facebook Home was announced last week, I knew it wasn’t made for me. I don’t run my life through Facebook or really want to spend more time in that environment than I need to.
I made that clear in my last post because I really do feel like something new needs to exist.
But when i installed the Facebook update for iOS last week, one of the Facebook Home features included was the chat heads messaging feature. In the past few days I’ve put the chat heads feature through its paces and I have to say, it’s a good thing.
On the surface it seems like a cheesy little bubble that pops up when somebody messages you, and it is. But its not how it looks but how it works that intrigues me.
When you have a chat head open you can stick it to either side of the app to stay mostly out of the way, or close it all together by dragging it to the bottom. It’s very simple and very easy to ignore. But the best part of it is that no matter what you do in the Facebook app, it stays where you left it and functions the same. It seems to function completely independent of the app itself, in a consistent and persistent manner. It allows the messages to be quickly addressed while never taking you out of the part of the app you were using.
But this is only so useful in one app, especially one I don’t use all that often. However, what I understand of Facebook Home’s functionality on the HTC First phone is that the chat heads exist in every part of the phone and work for other messaging service, including texts.
IF implemented correctly, I think a persistent messaging service (like chat heads) that works across all apps and all parts of the OS (like Facebook Home) could become the standard for all mobile operating systems in the near future.
Fully realized, I believe It will alleviate the need constantly switch between apps and messaging, or use clunky pull down menus and improve the fluidity of smart phone software overall. I spend about 70 percent of the time using my phone as a computer to pull information from the web and maybe 30 percent to message other people. Allowing the 30 percent to operate seamlessly with the other 70 percent is going to subtly (but importantly) improve the still imperfect way we interact with our phones.
Much like the pull-to-refresh feature is a standard gesture in most apps today, persistent messaging needs to become standard OS feature as well. And I hope that engineers at Apple and Google and Windows and Blackberry and whoever see that too, because as good as chat heads are, I’m still meh about Facebook.
I think Facebook is incredibly boring. Through all the redesigns and feature additions, my enjoyment and engagement in the service has long been on a downward trend.
It’s staid. But it’s also, almost, necessary. Unlike Twitter or Instagram, which is very simple, very easy to use and ignore, Facebook is about as fun as sitting in a room with your family during a holiday- after everyone has already eaten.
Grandma is falling asleep, the TV is on one of those Worlds Wildest Police Chases shows because the big game is over and all of my cousins are staring at their phones waiting for my aunts and uncles to say it’s time to go. It’s probably not going to get any better but you’re obligated to be there anyway.
So whenever they release a new product, like the new Facebook Home phone UI it’s kinda meh..
Watching the Verge’s video hands-on of the new software was so hard to be enthusiastic about. It was like a 15 minute explanation of an android lock screen or a Flipboard app that only shows Facebook updates. Sure it has some nice looking elements and animations and it was really smooth and refined but ultimately this is only something for the person who still lives and breathes Facebook.
Facebook Home is like that big family photo they take every holiday since who knows when everybody will be together again (everyone’s looking at the old people). Everyone smiles and tolerates the photo but the picture is never actually shown to anyone after that. And the same way that Facebook has been announcing other changes ( like the new search, the new layout, the privacy changes) it’s something that is interesting for about a day’s news cycle before we all forget about it completely only to log in months later and notice another feature was added.
The same thing every year. Some people will get a lot out of it i’m sure. Some people get addicted to Farmville or post puppy memes. Some people compulsively change their profile pic or repost those stupid chain letters. Those people might enjoy Facebook Home.
But I still feel like these features are stop-gaps preventing the inevitable move to something better. Something more interesting and less sopped in desperation. Social networks used to be the deviled eggs of tech, now they’re the assorted salad.
To say that Simcity has been having problems lately is an understatement. Servers were going down, features were being taken away, entire cities cried out and were suddenly silenced. But anybody who has ever played an online game on day one, should be familiar with this. MMO’s, online Shooters, or even systems like the Wii U have all had their troubles when finally releasing their product to the public. It’s common knowledge, people always complain, but deep down, we all kind of expected it.
So what’s the problem?
Simcity isn’t an online game. Well, at least not in the traditional sense. Simcity has always been a single player game. You build the best most efficient city you possibly can, trying to predict problems and overcome them. You play as a type of city planner and benevolent being, trying to manage chaos which is inherent in progression. It is a game of man vs. machine. The challenge is to be the best you can.
But for the latest iteration, simcity went online. You still don’t compete, per se, against anybody, but you could build cities next to friends online and in indirect ways affect how their city operates.
But at its core, Simcity is still a single player game. Except for one thing: even if you never intend to build a city next to a friend or ever even tell your friends that you play Simcity, you still have to play online. So when EA can’t keep its servers up and there are waits and shutdowns and lost features, players ask themselves, why can’t I play this alone, on my computer?
The answer is simple. EA doesn’t want you to. They have their reasons for sure. Having to log in to a server and have an account makes it harder to pirate. There are the new features like building cities next to each other and a sort of community aspect which in some ways does affect how the game is played. But at it’s core, what everyone suspects is that, EA wants to control everything. They want to make sure that you cant resell your copy, or modify the game, or potentially pay anybody but EA a dime for that copy. It’s about DRM.
Polygon, a gaming website, initially loved Simcity. Their review gave it a 9.5, about as close to perfect as they could muster. And almost universally, Simcity was loved by all gaming sites. This is largely because, Simcity is a great game. And when all the websites got their early copies to test it and review it before the game launched, they didn’t foresee the problems which were coming.
So while Simcity is being bashed left and right today and is only now starting to recover, those reviews still say, “hey, this is a game you should get”.
Except Polygon’s. One of the unique and suddenly prescient things about Polygon’s reviews is that they are fluid. From day one they decided that if a game changed in any way that could make it better or worse after they reviewed it, that they could (and would) go back to adjust the score to what they felt was fair.
So what does Polygon’s initially glowing review say today? 4 out of 10.
Now every reviews website has slightly different ways in which they use a 10 based scale but generally speaking a 9.5 out of 10 is a game that will probably be awesome and a 4 is a game you definitely shouldn’t play.
But do Simcity’s problems really turn a AAA game into a complete mess? That involves some interpretation. On the surface Simcity is an online game that is having a REALLY bad launch. But realistically, its a temporary problem. One which is currently being fixed and probably in a few weeks and maybe a patch or two later, will be just fine.
And Polygon knows this too. And while in their addendum to the original review they say why they changed the score to an 8 and then to a much more devastating 4, I think it’s really all about game developer EA.
Since Battlefield 3 came out a few years ago, EA has been consciously trying to control their games from end to end. They make you log into their horrible Origin service and launch the game from a buggy browser interface and in general have unapologetically added bad things to a good game. And they’ve done it again with Simcity.
Sadly EA isn’t the only one. Ubisoft does it to with their crappy U Play service. And the only reason they do it is so a good service that is stable and universally praised like Steam, can’t have an ounce of control over their bottom line.
Its all about business moves. Not consumer satisfaction. If it was about gamers, then Simcity would have had an offline mode. If it was about consumers Battlefield wouldn’t launch through a browser. But we know better than that. So does Polygon.
That’s why they gave it a 4. EA doesn’t hear gamers. There’s too much interference. But Joystiq, Polygon, Game Informer, IGN, they have a direct line. 9.5 was a thank you. 8 was a caution.
I know things aren’t going well for you. It seems like whatever was going on in Orlando has followed you to LA and all the bad vibes that went with it.
Dwight, some people think you’re a Jonah. Did you ever see Master and Commander, when the crew thought one guy was causing their problems and finally he drowned himself and all the problems went away? Thy called him a Jonah. I’m sure you’ve read the bible a lot, so you remember that Jonah was thrown off of a ship cause he was running from God’s will and causing everybody around him to suffer.
You aren’t a Jonah though. It doubt there is any benevolent will surrounding max contracts and free agency. That’s more the devil’s territory.
I’ve seen you play this whole season. And I’ve got to be honest with you, apart from the 2009 finals, I hadn’t seen you play all that much since the Lakers only played you twice a year. But everyone said you were dominant and frankly how could you be worse than Andrew Bynum going through puberty. So of course when I heard you were coming, i thought it would be the best thing ever.
I don’t need to say how wrong I was for thinking that, you’ve played most of the games, you know how big of a bust it’s been - how you and nash can’t run a pick and roll, or how you and Pau couldn’t dominate the boards and score off put backs. I saw the vacant stares during close games with bad opponents. I get it, you just want this season to be over. Me too.
But when I saw you in the All Star game, that’s when I finally realized how injured you’ve really been. I saw how even playing with Chris Paul and Russell Westbrook, you weren’t fastbreak dunking a billion times like Blake Griffin or blocking shots into the rafters.
Nope, in fact, you looked slow. Kind of lost. Kind of like you didn’t belong. Sure you drained that 3, that musta felt cool (Bosh airballed 2 of them). But the only other play i remember was Kobe getting you a pass for an easy, if unimpressive dunk. The guy you probably h8 the most in the league, fed you in the All Star Game.
And now it all makes sense to me. You aren’t Superman this year. Playing with all the superheros in the NBA Justice League - King James, Black Mamba, The Durantula, The Boshtrich - you sorta looked more like, a sidekick.
You don’t have any powers this year. Sure you look just fine. In shape, buff, smiling like always. From the outside looking in, the only thing it looks like you’ve lost is your will to compete. Which, is sort of what I thought it was during the first half of the season.
But now I think that, at least partially, you physically can’t compete. Not two years ago, you were Blake Griffin, only stronger, more dominant, more physical, more athletic. Set aside all that lame all star dunk contest superman BS, in actual games, you were a load.
You single-handedly beat up the Celtics when they were still good, kept Lebron out of the finals (thank you) and all around delivered on the promise of a guy defenses had to focus on stopping.
This year though, you’ve been playing below the rim. I saw you get defended by Kuame Brown and Jermaine O’Neal. Those guys suck. They’re just big bodies, but they pretty much kept you from doing anything on offense. Even though you complain about touches -and I definitely agree with you a lot of the time- sometimes they do get the ball to you on the block with a nobody behind you. In the past that would have been a single dribble and a dunk all over that dude. Now, more often than not you try some sort of hook shot and you are way way way too stiff to make that shot. Sometimes it’s like you are trying to throw it through the backboard not lightly into the hole.
But you know that. I hope you get better, I really do. Despite the horrible season this has been for all Laker fans, and the strong possibility you will split when the splittin is good, I hope you recover 100 percent. The league needs powerhouse post guys. I mean Blake Griffin has some tight fastbreak dunks, but he’s about as effective in the post as you are at shooting 3’s. Other than you, Dwight, everybody else is about fastbreaks and shooting 3’s (except Uncle Drew, that guy is awesome).
So, sorry for getting on you about whining and not wanting to help the lakers win, you’re hurt, I get it. Try to forget about this season in the summer, work way way way harder at getting a great post game and get healthy so you can dominate guys like Kendrick Perkins. I seriously h8 that guy.
Get serious dude, nobody except my girlfriend likes it when you smile.