Dread-Head's Blog

"Tell your mama that's a baby and not a paycheck"

                                                   
                                          :OutKast "Miss Jackson"

I'm not the first person to make this argument and I'm quite sure I won't be the last.  I'm SICK and tired of the NBA and some of the elements surrounding it. I'm not refering to the preferential treatments refs seem to give "marquis" players or bladant fouls that would equate an assault charge on the streets of most American cities, I'm refering to something that happens off the court.

          I'm sick of going on to the news wires and reading about how some pampered thug has either assaulted a fan, another player, a coach or some innocent bystander in a strip club.

        I'm sick of the fact that if you're name is BoQueesha and you look as if you could be a "rumpshaker" in a rap video there exist a near cottage industry of figuring out creative ways of becoming impregnated with the spawn of pro athletes as a means of financial security.

            Never mind getting an education.  Getting  knocked up by a professional basketball player is a hoodtat's answer to winning the lottery. You'll get a percentage of his HUGE income "for the baby", but the child of a superstar althete would WANT his mother to live in an expensive house in an exclusive neighborhood and drive an S class Mercedes or Excursion.  Of couse BoQueesha  needs a designer wardrobe and lots of jewelry because the baby wouldn't want his mother to NOT stand out of a crowd.

         Am I making the primadonna athletes sound like victims? If so then I appologize. If you KNOW about child support laws in the United States and that aggressive hoodrats are willing to kill for your "seed" and you either aren't selective in the company you keep OR aren't smart enough to take precautions then you're an overpaid imbecile and DESERVE to be bled dry by each "baby's mama" who crawls out of the wood work with a kid whom she might as well name "meal ticket."