Welcome home Roscoe Jenkins (Part I: Baller Beware)

What up people? I know what you're thinking, "This man Darin must be stranded on some remote island somewhere," and if that was an actual thought, let me say screw you for not sending rescue. No, I'm kidding, I've just been away, recently moved from the college town of Statesboro, Georgia and am now residing in Atlanta.

That's right, the "real world" has finally set its massive Mr.Krab-like claws around my jugular and I'm feeling the pinch, but it's all good. I can't worry myself about my current state of unemployment, or the student loan letters being sent to my home, nor the fact that I'll be away from my love for a few months (.38). All I can do is get through it, but that's another post in itself.

As you may realize, a lot of epic events have transpired since my disappearance to Krypton. Let's see, LeBron Jam

es did in-fact join forces with D-Wade and that other tall black guy...Bosh "something," to create what the associated press and fans alike are deeming a Super-Team. Well, in my opinion yes, it does look a little lopsided, but I'm sure there are a lot of reasons that we as outsiders looking in don't necessarily understand about James' move to Miami.

You can say either side (James or the Cavaliers) is the victim, but from what I hear, LeBron is a bit of a douche. It's easy to say, "He's just tryna get his money man! You've gotta respect that man for not letting these owners treat him like a Toby and run his life for him!" valid, angry patron, but it's been said that LeBron has diva-esqe tendencies and pretty much D-Bo's his way around the NBA. Sure, we know that NBA players have their entourages, but this man LeBron uses his status like a glock-9mm.

Case in point, the "Redeem-Team." Many don't know that he tried to coerce the Olympic Committee into giving his friends jobs, or he wasn't going to play...the Olyimpic Committee...whose been around since like, um, forever! #Cmonson. LeBron, I'm sorry, but if that is the case, and you are a Tyler Perry (b*tch behind closed doors) then I can't defend you man. I can overlook the fact that you left a city for dead quicker than George Bush, I can also overlook that you've somewhat tarnished your competitive spirit to win a title before you end up like Malone or Barkley, but what I refuse to defend is a man who feels he's almighty and plays victims for the cameras...say it ain't so 'Bron-bron, say it ain't so.

(To be continued...)

Extra Tid Bit: Next post, I discuss Marvel Comics' Captain America...