I used to work the door at a until-5am nightclub in Chicago, and saw a fair amount of sportsballers.

Parking lot - I squealed and said “Birdman I love you!” and he said “I love you too baby” LIFE WAS PERFECT FOR ONE FLEETING MOMENT.

Yeah, like even a guy at the very end of the bench barely above D-League status has a bio that’s something like “I was the best player on the court every single time I stepped onto a basketball court until high school. In AAU ball, I held my own against future NBA stars, guys you only need one name to identify. In…

If you’re going to be average in physical ability and skill, you need to be monstrously tall in such fashion that it’s extremely difficult to block you or get around you, I say 12'3" with a 15' wingspan should be good

In the cough and cold aisle? 

How is it better than The Empire Strikes Back? That’s just insanity.

Even Drew’s answer is delusional. Sean Bradley was an insane athlete compared to “normal” seven-foot-plus people. There are numerous “very tall even for the NBA” guys, even ones who want to play basketball, who never come close to making the league.

“The First Pancake.”

According to Wikipedia, the average height of an NBA player is 6'7". Unless you were good enough to be a professional basketball player in a league other than the NBA at whatever height you are, you’re not suddenly getting into the NBA at 6'9". What a stupid fucking take.

I love swearing. A properly placed “fuck this fucking fuck” is so satisfying as an emotional release, I say it regularly as a way to avoid therapy.

I will admit though that there is something so heinously hilarious about non-expletive insults when you’re insulting another person, that sometimes it’s the superior move…

Growing up in NOLA, Cash Money was ubiquitous, and this article is speaking deep to my nostalgia in a way that few other 90's articles can. I’ve seen Juvenile and Mannie Fresh perform live SO MANY TIMES, and the day that I ran into Birdman at Walgreens is still seared into my memory as one of the great moments of my…

But “you’s a fine motherfucker” is better than “you’s a big fine woman”.

“Why they kill my dog?”

I’m trying to think of another cameo that launched a career like Wayne in “Back That Azz Up.” I don’t think you can even call it a verse—it’s like he’s dropping a different chorus at the end of the song but everyone knew it and repeated it.

I think he’s referring to the radio edit. He definitely has a verse on that version.

“Perhaps owing to the stifling humidity of New Orleans summers, it didn’t peak in popularity until September, when the action of backing that ass up was less likely to lead to dehydration.”

cool story bro

That’s because we 1.) Still miss our Uncle Charles, ya’ll. 2.) Still wonder what we gonna do, when judgement comes for us.

Can confirm New Orleans clubs still lose their fucking minds over Back that Azz Up. It’s like when Clevelander’s hear “Bone bone bone BONE bone BONE bone BONE now tell me whatcha gonna do...”

I was in my second year of college in the fall of 1999 and my white freshman dorm roommate for some reason got obsessed with “Back That Azz Up.” He had it set to repeat that one track on his boombox. He’d wake up in the morning and hit play, hit pause to go take a shower, hit play again when he got back to the room,…