It has it all: The throat slitting, the My Giant line readings, the "delicate system" of Rod STrickland, the black eye, the DUIs, the controlled substance, the Terry Davis.
Holy Marlene Cooke those were fine times!
When we got CWebb in a trade for eight #1s and Jim Lynams wife, we thought the franchise was going to rise up and he would take us to the promised land. We never had a player like Chris Webber.
We followed CWebb around the league after he left and he was mostly succesul and popular but never really reached what he should have reached, and even though he was surrounded by Tyra and Nas he somertimes seemed lonelier that a Quiddich fantasy league.
Now CWebb will retire with no rings and will surround himself with the company of his personal collection of African Amercian artifacts, including:
-Eldridge Cleaver autographed 4LP audiobook of Soul On Fire, (narrated by Frank Herzog)
-Rare Phillis Wheatley bobble head doll
-Pair of gameworn tights from the Harlem Renaissance
Little known fact: The lyrics featured here include "THE INNER CITY STAR HANGING IN YOUR TITTY BAR" which is also the manifesto of C Webb's Time Out Foundation!
This is the debut single from C Webb's (pseudonym!!!) 2 Much Drama album---sad sad, his only one thus far! Dear Mayce Edward Christopher Webber III, please drop Tyra, obtain Pro-Tools, cut more jamz!!! "Gangsta Gangsta" features a sample from the most hard-core, most bitch-slappinest, most drug dealinest, most carjackingest music in the world: Seals & Croft's 1967 cut "Sweet Green Fields." FALL BACK, PLAYA HAAYTAZZZ!!!! "Gangsta! Gangsta!" also features the Young Gotti hissssself, Kurupt!!! This is a career move that cannot be overrated. Phi Slama Jama!
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Reminiscing Over Sticky Bacon Days of Yore, or, Getting Caught Up in the Webb
Watching the Wizards in those K-Tel Solid Gold Uniforms flailing awa Friday night against the NOK Hornets, one thought kept returning to my mind: Chris Webber is a free man! As part of their ongoing plan to shed all their good players while getting squadoosh in return, the Sixers bought out C-Webb's contract, and he's now enjoying a penalty-free timeout while assessing his options.
Sure, C-Webb appears headed back to Detroit, where he will attempt to win an NBA title in the face of unremitting enmity from every University of Michigan basketball fan, since his dalliances with booster Ed Martin basically destroyed their program to the point where a Dookie is coaching it.
And sure, like the song says, we don't need Chris Webber; we've got plenty of players, even if the one with actual post moves, Darius "I'm Like A Bird" Songaila, is chilling in the PR with Party John while his disc gets unherniated. So maybe we could use a premium version of the Songbird in our mighty sweep to the playoffs.
But the real reason to bring C-Webb back is redemption. Not for him; the offenses he committed against the law were petty crimes compared to the big-boy felonies now being thrown down by our giants of the hardwood. (By the way, Eddie Griffin crashed his SUV into a parked car because he was ballhandling while watching a porn DVD while driving drunk. Not that this is news, but the fact that it happened continues to delight me.) No, the redemption would be for us. The fans. And specifically, deez nutzz.
The last good Bullets team was that 1997-98 team with C-Webb, and Juwan, and Calbert Cheaney, and of course Darvin and Rod and Ledell and other players with whom we are all on a first-name basis. And what happened after that? The team got scattered to the four winds, and everyone started thinking it would be a good idea to bring in Salieri, and we signed a lot of players named Mike Smith. The attachments we formed with that team, rather than deepening as the then-Bullets ascended into their rightful place in the NBA pantheon, were shattered like so many Grant Hill ankles, and became just as useless.
Yet one of the strongest of those attachments could be rekindled by bringing C-Webb back. The past and the present, joined to lead us into the future! A future full of wins and bacon and arrests for possession!
Plus there are other benefits:
Since Webs is now a hip-hop producer, having laid down the track for "Blunt Ashes" off Nas' Hip Hop Is Dead, he can doubtless lay down some Last Poets-style backing for Etan's various slam opuses, as well as turning in some less lyrically dense cameos
If Chris returns to Washington, perhaps he'll have another date with this chick
Mitch Albom could write a column about Webber returning to Detroit anyway, 'cause that's how he rolls
What are you waiting for, Grunz?
--posted by intern Rex Immensae Majestatis Chapman
