By Mark Buckets
O.J. Mayo has been the subject of substantial criticism from Drive & Dish throughout his young basketball career. Most of it is, to be quite frank, well-deserved.
The bulk of pressure created from his first and last season in Los Angeles is self-induced.
To the surprise of no one - in particular Trashtalk Superstar - Mayo is a national leader in shots per game and shots per 40 minutes. As many pundits point out - Andy Glockner of ESPN.com in particular - Mayo can "get his own shot." While that may be true, quite simply, O.J. is throwing up more "J's" than most anyone in the country.
While watching the Trojans game vs. Arizona on Thursday night, it was blatantly obvious that Mayo was pressing the issue. In Mayo's defense - literally speaking - he was hawking the nation's freshman darling, Jerryd Bayless, all over the floor at the Galen Center. On offense, D&D is concerned - well, we don't think much of Mayo in these parts - with his infatuation of the three-point shot beyond NBA range. He's got a ways to go in that department.
In the opinion of this blogger, when push comes to shove, Mayo's inability to involve teammates within the flow of Tim Floyd's offense will lead to USC's demise.
Many expect USC to be up and down until tournament play begins. As March Madness heats up, only time will tell if the Trojans can make either behind Mayo - or in spite of him.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
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O.J. Mayo is a cultural revolution in the form of a freshman basketball black Jesus. He's Malcolm X with a crossover. He's Marcus Garvey with game. He's Elijah Muhammad with a three point stroke so sweet that honey drips from his shooting hand and from the net as the ball glides through it.
People, brotha O.J. is tha shiznit!
Brotha O.J. iz tha truth!
Brotha O.J. challenges the status quo of a society that forces the strong young young black man into subservience, into submission, into mind control, into a segregated second class, 3/4 of a man citizenship that's the modern equivalent of the slavery that our strong black ancestors endured at the hands of the blond haired, blue eyed white devil and his vehicle for worldwide oppression, subjugation and degradation: AmeriKKKan capitalism.
Brothas and sistas, O.J. Mayo is a prophet. O.J. Mayo is black Jesus.
O.J. Mayo is tha truth!
Ima say it again: O.J. Mayo is tha truth!
Can I get a witness?
I said, can I get a witness?
O.J. Mayo is a poet. Like Brotha Tupac Shakur, Brotha O.J. is a thug angel who challenges and subverts the oppressor and his vehicles for oppression. Every shot Brotha O.J fires up is a political protest, a shot across the bow, a dagger in the heart of the oppressor, a death knell to the solar plexus of these modern day Simon Legrees, these soulless white devils, these white sheet wearin,' George Bush votin', Michael Vick hatin', Alolf Hitler lovin', redneck cracker Nazis.
These muthafuckin crackaz is the ones who done named that blond haired, blue eyed devil, Dirk Nowitzki MVP of the NBA.
Now how you goin' make some cracka ass cracka league MVP?
Where's that cracka from anyway?
Mmm hmmm. Nazi Germany.
As if that's a coincidence.
These is tha same muthafuckin' cracka azz crackaz that hate on Brotha Kobe for scoring 83 points in a game.
Kobe was drainin' threes, hittin' fadeaways, out of bounds, behind the basket, off balance scoops.
Shooting over triple and quadruple teams. Three, four, five defenders guarding my boy Kobe and he turns around and throws up an off balance, fadeaway, double pump three ... in their eye!
It don't even matter if it went in or not. My man throws up a shot over four defenders. Ain't nobody stoppin' my boy Kobe!
That's a strong black man. Ain't no coach tell him what to do.
He ain't goin' take orders from some cracka coach. I don't care if Phil Jackson done won 9 championships! I don't care if he won 900 muthafucking championships.
Ain't no cracker going to tell Kobe what to do.
And Brotha O.J. Mayo is just like my boy Kobe.
Ain't no cracka, white sheet wearin', blue eyed devil coach goin' hold my boy down!
Hell no, beotch.
Brotha O.J. Mayo is just like his namesake, O.J. Simpson: slicing and slashing through the white devil's systematic, institutional, normative, globalisticalliquatious oppression.
And just like Brotha O.J. Simpson, the white devil is trying to hold Brotha Mayo down, tryin' to criminalize his existentialistic sensationalistism, tryin' to prosecute his Nubian blackness cosmic consciousness, tryin' to lynch a brotha for challenging the white devil's hegemony, his fiendishness, his soulless, vampiric, single mindedly cannibalistic forms of oppression and attempted world domination.
O.J. Mayo is the truth, brothaz and sistaz.
O.J. Mayo is a poet and a political prisoner.
O.J. Mayo is a Nubian prince.
O.J. Mayo is a disestablishmentarian revolutionary with a basketball in his hand and a spliff in his lips.
He's Eldridge Cleaver, Cornell West and Mumia Abu Jamaal. He's Stokley Carmichael, Angela Davis and Thelonious Monk.
He's an agent of change.
He sure as hell ain't no Uncle Tom house Negro who carries the white devil's water, like Michael Jordan.
O.J. Mayo is the sun, the stars and the moon. O.J. Mayo is the present, the future and the eternal.
I have a crush on O.J. Mayo, oops, I mean, I want to give some shine and show mad love to a brotha who's keepin' it real and who's down for the struggle.
Know what I'm sayin?
Can I get a witness?
O.J. Mayo isn't just a basketball player. O.J. Mayo is a political revolutionary and an anarchistic Nubian King who will cause a social upheaval and help to overthrow the institutional oppression of the white devil's empire of exploitation, hatred and evil.
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