Happy Trails, Big Mike!

As the sun sets on a Hall of Fame career capped off with the sweetest of cherries, true and loyal Giant fans reflect and appreciate a nigga who often appeared lager than life. Thanks for everything and good luck, big homie. We finally got that championship together. We'll always love you. We told you about messin wit' them white girls.

I Guess Plaxico Was Wrong

...not by much, though. I just can't believe they had this commercial ready to go for last night. Hakuna Matata, bitches. We got a lot to discuss this week.

Look Who's In The Damn Super Bowl!

BALLINNNNNNN! ...except Lawrence Tynes. Fuck Lawrence Tynes. Addendum: Jacobs "do the running." Secondary loves to get burnt more than ODB.

2007 Rewind: Playaz Circle feat. Lil Wayne - "Duffle Bag Boy" video

I ain't never ran from a nigga neither. You'll see. As unexpectedly as the New York Giants' playoff run has come upon us did Disturbing Tha Peace's B-team come up with "Duffle Bag Boy," [watch above] one of 2007's fiercest tracks. Okay, let me stop. The DTP JV-squad having made the wise decision to blow their entire album budget on "Chorus of the Year" brought us one of 2007's fiercest tracks. Titty Boy and what looks to be Ness from Making The Band 2 comprise the woeful Playaz Circle, who would only stand a chance in the game if the world's most famous Katrina refugee decided to relocate himself to the group's frontman chair. Oh, Titty Boy, where have you been? I miss watching superior rappers carry your ass on tracks. Whether it's been Ludacris, Lil Weeziana or Chingy, we can't hate Titty Boy for finally being on the right star's bench to earn himself a piece of greatness. In my humble opinion, Titty Boy has always been the most intriguing of the DTP bench riders. I-20 is about as interesting to as a leaky faucet with a deep voice. I'd slice off my left testicle before I'd even illegally download a Lil' Fate record. We've already discussed how I feel about Steph Jones and Small Wonder and it's an even smaller wonder that Titty Boy has potentially risen to 6th man status in the event that Chingy, Luda and Bobby Valentino need anything more than a fluff boy. We profile the newly-exalted and ask him the questions you want answered in this Ron Mexico City exclusive: Ron Mexico City: Officially, how is "Titty Boy" spelled? Is it like, titties titties? Or is there some kind of clever intentional misspelling? I also know you niggas in the south like to spell "boy" with an "i." What's the deal? Tity Boi: It's [*takes time to think*] T-I-T-Y. So, one "t," right? And, yeah. I spell the "boi" wit a "i." That's how we do it down hea'. RMC: Nice. So what all went down with DTP in the past couple of years? We got members done left... Came back. You guys have been a little quiet and here you are with a smash out of the blue. TB: Well, I been makin mixtapes and gettin these hea' fresh twisses on the dreads. What you axin' 'bout? RMC: Umm... Let's start with Shawnna. What happened with Shawnna? TB: Honestly, I ain't know what was goin on with her until I saw it posted on the big green rap site. I forgot the name. Is that AllHipHop? RMC: No, I think that's XXL. Anyway, so what did you find out? TB: I found out that Shawna was leavin us. I thought that was strange because I heard her and Luda rehearsing "What's Your Fantasy?" through his office door just a couple days befo'. RMC: What about Chingy? Why is he back? TB: I honestly couldn't tell you. Dig dis, shawty. Any time you talk about another nigga fuckin with your money, that nigga should be dead. I mean, like-- Dead to you. Ya' dig? So how he even back associating with niggas that he said do bad business is beyond me. RMC: Do you believe Ludacris be actin funny with the money? TB: [*looks over at Ludacris*] Honestly, I don't know. I could see it. But this is a business, you know? So like, if that's true then Chingy is a bitch nigga for comin back to a nigga who don't treat him right. RMC: [long pause] Right. So I take it you haven't welcomed Chingy back to the barracks with open arms. TB: Nah. Nah, mane. Ludacris said we should be cold-like with him. He said somethin about makin him mad so he rap better. I think he want Chingy mad most of the time. RMC: So, about the song and the video. How did you get Lil Wayne to drop the chorus? TB: Well, Luda had already paid for the beat and he didn't really like the song we [Playaz Circle] had wrote for it, you know'm tombout? So he had told us that we needed somethin else. He called up Wayne and thang and them manager and Wayne dropped that hook. RMC: So you had nothing to do with that? TB: Nigga, I don't think I should have to be repeatin' myself. RMC: Sorry. So am I safe in assuming that Wayne didn't know that the surrounding verses would be Playaz Circle? TB: Nah. He probably thought it was gonna be for a Luda song. Luda made sure we knew that. RMC: Damn. So what was the video shoot like? TB: If you notice, we only in one, two shots with Wayne. Luda told us not to touch him or talk to him except for when we was shooting. He would smoke, do his little drank then do his thing. RMC: What was in that white styrofoam cup? TB: I don't know, nigga. Baby piss. What the fuck? RMC: I'm sorry, Tity. Oh, why don't you tell us about the model in the bed with you in the beginning. TB: Model? Oh, that warn't no model. That there my cousin, Keisha. We just used her cuz she thick, you know? RMC: [another long pause] I see. Do you normally make your cousin pour your Frosted Flakes in heels and ho clothes? TB: No, that's what I make my bitches do. RMC: [yet another long pause] So... Why?-- Nevermind, nigga. How are niggas supposed to get money by bringing duffel, by the way, the "e" comes before the "l"-- TB: Yeen't never heard of artistic license? RMC: [*laughs*] Yes. Yes, I have. TB: Alright, then. RMC: So, how do the dope boys of Atlanta get money by bringing empty duffel bags to your show tonight? TB: Who said they was 'pose ta be empty, fuck nigga? Fuck you thank? They bring us a duffle bag of work, we give them a duffle bag of money. We some gettin money ass niggas over here, you old fuck-ass, hatin-ass, broke-ass, bitch-ass nigga. RMC: Umm... So, how did you meet Ashy Larry and when did you think it a good idea to let him rap? TB: Funny. [long pause] I'm sorry. I just get sensitive when it comes to niggas hatin on gettin this money, know'm tombout? RMC: I understand. TB: We done come so far from when we wasn't able to ride on the bus... you know? RMC: Yes, sir. Indeed I believe I do. Do you believe that you can crack the DTP Starting Five in the next while? TB: I believe all thangs are possible through Him that created me. I thaink God for this opportunity. If Ludacris just let one more nigga contract expire before he sign anybody else... I have a 50% shot of taking that spot. RMC: Well, best of luck to you, Tity. I'll ask God for another Field Mob conviction on your behalf. TB: I appreciate that, cuz.

Terrell Owens Cries Like Bitch After Loss

"It's unfair, man," Owens sobbed. "So who can you take down to Cabo or Veracruz or whatever? Would there be so much controversy if it were Carrie Underwood or Mandy Moore?" I'm with you, T.O. The black stars are at Freaknik with Megan Goode and Lauren London and nobody cares. No one says Kim Kardashian fucked over Reggie Bush's sophomore campaign, right? I'm just surprised to see such vehement quarterback defense from a man who called Jeff Garcia, essentially the exact same QB 15 years older, a "fag." Even the most fanatic of NFL viewers had yet to see Owens block like this. I know they take T.O. off his medication for the game, but somebody needs to follow him around for a couple of days or something. They gotta put a tail on this nigga before he tries to make another painkiller cocktail and let his publicist "f" him in the "a" with a big, black strap-on. Here are some other important postgame comments. I'm glad Pierce and Strahan threw that little extra salt on them niggas' popcorn. Ugh, I can't stand the damn Cowboys. You know in the offseason T.O. is gonna denounce "Tony Homo" and appeal to sign with the Giants, right? The writers, yet again, don't give Elisha and the G-Men a touchdown's chance on Jeopardy. I generally don't expect much from the big, blue disappointment but their current postseason run has earned them some leeway and the ephemeral endearment of New York fans. Let's go Giants.