I have to say, Barry Svrluga's indomitable Nashville blogging has intimidated me away from touching the Nats this week, but there are a few things that need to be said concerning the new additions.
1) Who benefits? UmpBump said it best:
Jim Bowden, you are a maverick. You have assembled the most fruit loops crazy roster in professional sports. If you consider yourself in any way, shape or form a baseball fan, you have to be excited about the 2008 Nationals.
Elijah Dukes. Dmitri Young. Lastings Milledge. All on the same team.
I think I speak for the entire blogosphere when I say, "Amen."
In other words, the D.C. Sports Bog apparently benefits the most from the events of this week.
2) I was only marginally familiar with the Lastings Milledge story. Something about nasty rap lyrics, was all I remembered. Well, I re-read the old stories yesterday. That Milledge had a rap label was never a secret; MLB.com reported that he was the president of Soul-ja BoI records and had serious ambitions in the music biz way back last March. But when the Daily News heard L.Millz rap, well, the paper was not impressed:
Milledge, who ticked off Met teammates last season with his on and off-the-field antics, has taken poor judgment to a new level, performing on a rap song that would make Don Imus blush.
The rappin' right fielder uses the N-word and bitch and also says "ho" in a song featured on his new record label's Web site.
Milledge, performing on souljaboirecords.com, raps about "rich (N word)," "wealthy (N word)," a "top-notch ho" and having "a different bitch for every night" on the sexually explicit song "Bend Ya Knees."
Chaos ensued, with the Mets issuing statements and the New York Post columnist calling for suspensions and all the usual. I tried to listen to the song on Soul-ja BoI's MySpace page, but sadly, it is no more. When you click on it, instead you hear Manny D's "Till I'm Gone," which goes like this:
Cranberry mixed with vodka?
Hell naw, man, I'm sipping Patron.
And I take that [bleep] straight to the dome;
I can't leave it alone.
Going to the top of my lonesome,
Freestyle king, battle whoever want some.
941 be my area code, man,
But go to Texas just so I can chill with my folks, man.
Blaze 'em tires I don't ride with no smokes, man
If you need some game to get a girl I'll be your spokesman
Etc. Pretty harmless, no? The New York sun did a more complete job excerpting "Bend Ya Knees," and while I'm not sure it would really make Imus blush, you probably wouldn't want to play it in a nursery.
"So much ice I got diamonds in my spokes ... True pimps get chose by the top-notch hos ... For me and my soldiers, a different bitch for every night..."
Milledge's rhymes are a lot more sedate than most of what's on the Web site. The chorus to the above song, for instance, features Manny D declaiming, "Bend your knees, touch your toes/True players get chose by the top-notch hos/Smoking la, getting high ... F-- bad b--, f--hos..." and later observing that "N--turn b-- when surrounded by the steel." "If you got that good p--, get your hands up," he instructs young women on "Get Cha Hands Up."
Well, I never. Remember when the Mets held that contest about what song David Wright should hear when he went to bat? Let's see, one choice was "Lean Back," which features a modest 18 uses of the N word. Another was Nas's "New York State of Mind," which has only 12 usages. One of Wright's previous batting songs was DMX's We Right Here, which drops this lyric:
And you better come with niggas you don't give a [bleep] about.
Cuz you gone lose your boys.
Cuz we don't play
And the silencer will silence any [bleep bleep] with somethin to say.
The Mets loved that one, I guess. And I guess you could say there's a distinction between recording music yourself and putting in on a MySpace page that no one will ever see and having it played in stadiums in front of 40,000 people, like A-Rod did with Lil' Flip's "Game Over":
I take 15 minutes to drop a track.
I take half a minute to load my gat.
I make 'em gloss all across the globe.
I'm a pimp, I got your ho takin' off her clothes.
Regardless, if you've ever spent more than about 10 seconds in a baseball clubhouse and heard some of the stuff that goes on, this would likely strike you as the dumbest "questionable past" athlete story in world history. Now, Elijah Dukes....
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