Some People Play Too Much, the Welcome Back Edition...

My recent absence is NOT indicative of people having stopped playing too much. In fact recent weeks have shown me, that people are, in fact, playing too much at ALARMING rates.

1. Ladies. If you so choose to wear FAKE hair of any sort or fashion, please for the love of all things silky, wear ENOUGH of it, in the right shade. Two tracks are NOT enough, even if you doubled how many you wore last year. If you think no one noticed your tracks, you play too much.

2. Money is NOT swagger. And furthermore, trying to attract women with money at an ALL inclusive resort means you play too much. What do you need money for at an ALL inclusive resort?!?!

3. If you go to a man's home or hotel room or other domicile at 330am and you aren't related to him, and don't think he's trying to hit that, you play too much.

4. Please, I implore you, STOP doubting my sports knowledge. If you think you know more than me about MY teams, you play too much.

5. Ladies, if you alienate MOST of the people in your life, at some point its time to look in the mirror and realize that the common denominator is YOU. Stop playing all your life and embrace reality.

6. The 2008 NBA Finals made it PAINFULLY obvious that Kobe Bryant is NO Michael Jordan, if you think otherwise, you play too much.

7. Ladies, its summertime get your toes done and stop playing so much.

8. Gentlemen, its summertime, dusty air force ones tell me two things: you're cheap and you play too much.

Welcome Back!

Ok, it's been a minute...
ok, its been a few minutes.
But I'm BACK and have SO much to say!!

Lemme start with Danny Ainge...

Dear Danny,
I am so sorry I doubted you and judged you based on Sebastian Telfair and Employee #8. I'm sorry I doubted PJ Brown and Sam Cassell. I'm sorry I blamed you for the # 5 pick in the draft.

I was, *gulp* wrong.

Thank you for bringing in Ray Allen and Kevin Garnett and giving us the big three.












Thank you for James Posey (even though I still hate him and his Xavier roots. GW baby!) and thank you for my new love, Rajon Rondo.

Thank you for assembling the team that would make Red Auerbach proud. They Beat L.A. and prohibited Phil Jackson from surpassing Red's mark of 9 nba titles.

I come to you, celtics hat in hand, and apologize for cursing your entire existence and threatening to drown you in the Charles for all of your dumb ass decisions before Kay Gee and Jesus Shuttlesworth got here. You, in fact, do not play too much.

With Sincerest Apologies,

Tracie



P.S. I reserve the right to revoke this apology at any time.