Missy King's MayPac Fight Party RECAP

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

I peeped the Mayweather-Pacquiao fight

And quite frankly...

...I enjoyed it

I'll get to the fight later

Me and a homegirl trooped over to a fight party somewhere in NYC...Missy King hosted the event...she throws jumpoffs in the Tri-State area and had asked me to come thru...I asked a homegirl to join ya bwoy, and it's a good thing I accepted the invite because the food and drinks were bangin!

I made a kon-cock-shun bottle for the event...I fucked up the mix by blending the wrong Vodka and not adding enough pineapple juice...the pineapple made the drink, but I tried another mix from the original blend and killed the chasers

Moral of the story

If it ain't broke, don't fix it

My and my homegirl were the first ones there...Fritz (Missy's side piece) gave us a tour of the home...to make a short tour shorter, I got the feeling that the night was gonna be classic

Then more headz showed up...I downed a few drinks and fucked around and got tipsy before the fight even started...I pumped the brakes on the liquor and passed the cup to Crazy...if you knew Crazy, you'll see why headz in the circle blessed her with that nickname

Santa Cruz vs Cayetano

The under cards were dope, but the crowd at the arena gave them no respect...the joint was empty...damn near a ghost town...I don't know about you, but if I'm droppin' thousands of dollars to see a fight live in-person, you can bet your bottom dollar I'm seeing everything

Then again...

...a few thousand ain't shit to millionaires who wipe their asses with Benjamins

Jaime Foxx is a nut, yo

Click here to peep him sing the "Ol Negro Spiritual" version of the National Anthem

The fight was underway, and the hate for Floyd was strong

A lot of people hated the fight...they felt disappointed...that's cool, but don't be mad @ Money May for boxing the way he usually box

Floyd was being Floyd

If anything...

...folks should blame Manny for not coming up with a game plan to make Floyd uncomfortable after a 5-year wait

Everybody are entitled to their opinion about the fight...

...but to say that Floyd's style of boxing is "running" tells me you're either a casual boxing fan or you're saying that out of hate

He's defensively a brilliant boxer...his offense is defense, and he's been doing this for YEARS...that's why I laugh when people say they're disappointed with the fight or "underwhelmed"...they haven't been paying attention...Floyd is not gonna change his style to appease the public's thirst for blood

And you shouldn't expect every boxer to fight the same way

You can't sell out major boxing events in Vegas, arguably the biggest entertainment capital in America, if you're "boring"...I don't care how well you market and promote yourself...you either got it or you don't

Point blank

You call it "dancing" and "running," but I call it smart, especially when you're in a sport where brain damage is most likely to happen due to multiple hits to the head

That's why the "dancing" argument is comical

To be undefeated after 48 fights with your health still intact after making millions of dollars is a part of winning "The Game"

You don't have to like Floyd as a person...

...but to say he's not one of the greats is ludicrous when Pacquaio landed 19 percent of his shots, which means he missed 81 percent of those punches

Floyd masterfully didn't allow Manny to get his shit off when he was trapped in the corners and on the ropes

I've come to the conclusion that the general public won't appreciate Floyd until he's dead on some Vincent Van Gogh type shit

So I say...

...enjoy greatness while you can

And on that note, I'm Audi

Shout out to Denzel, tho

Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com

If it Ain't Thick...It Ain't Right

Me and founder of Curves...Larry Love

It’s been a long time…since I left you…without a dope blog to step to

I’m half way done with Thick in the Nick of Time…aka THICK 2…the book is taking my time away from blogging…now I’m back better than ever

Last Saturday I hit up a hotel party @ the Meadowlands with the good folks at Curves BBW (Big Beautiful Women for the slow muh’fuckas)…that was after I got lost taking the New Jersey transit…FUCK!

I took the NJ transit from NY Penn Station to transfer for the train to Kingsland at Secaucus…to make a long re-routing short, I hopped on the wrong train with a buncha soccer fiends heading toward MetLife Stadium to watch Brazil vs. Argentina


 
The conductor helped a brother out by taking me back to Secaucus free of charge…I had to wait for an hour until the next train arrived

I didn’t see any Brazilian dimes on the train to the Meadowlands…the conductors told me they saw a few…I guess I gotta hit up Brazil and see for myself

Aaaaaah yes…Carnival @ Rio De Janiero…I gotta step up my Portugese so I won’t be a fish outta water if I do hit that up

I finally got to the hotel after walking 20 minutes from the Kingsland stop…I probably lost 10 pounds in the process…that walk ain’t no hoe…but hey, I loved the exercise amidst sweating like after-sex


 
The pool party was cool…got the chance to politic with DJ Ricky Rick and Larry Love

Ricky Rick and I chopped it up about how Cubans felt about Fidel Castro (Rick's Cuban American)…I don’t have knowledge about Castro’s reign in “Coo-ba”…that’s why I love hearing different points of views about the country

What’s funny is that I get conflicting views about Castro…Cuban Americans generally don’t like Castro while Latinos outside of “Coo-ba” favor him for the most part…I think that’s an interesting dynamic

Okay, enough with the socio-politics…the pool water was cold as hell, and I bounced before it rained…I did get my drink on, though…heh heh

Taking a quick nap after the pool party energized me for the Lual party


 
I got up around 11pm to shower, got suited and booted, and hit up the party…I purposely rested through the Heat/Celtics game…I didn’t wanna watch Boston lose…they should’ve never taken Game 6 for granted by not crushing the Heat at the Garden when given the chance…Oh well, shit happens

Speaking of crushed, I’m sure Pacquiao feels like shit after the judges robbed him without a gun and fucked him without Vaseline…I don’t like Pac-roids, but dude clearly WON the fuckin’ fight against Bradley

I think the fight was fixed like a car outta the mechanic shop…um, I take that back…a lot of mechanics don’t know what the hell they’re doing

Anyway, you get the point



Ricky Rick, Evon, and Larry did a good job by showing the fight on the projector screen in the ballroom while blending the music and the sounds from the tube together…after the fight, I danced a bit and got my two-step on

I also caught up with some head olds and met some newbies

Mari, Me, and Madinah

Not a lot of people booked rooms @ the hotel that night…I think I was one of the few who did…trains from New Jersey to NYC don’t run after a certain time…and since the party had ended around 2am (Jersey sucks for that), I booked a room

Eh, no biggie…I read a book to keep myself company in the hotel lobby before hitting the sack with Law and Order on TNT serving as background noise…that show has become an unofficial ritual for me to fall out to whenever I call it a night on road trips

And no, I didn’t bring a woman back to the room to fuck…it wasn’t that type of party…at least for me

Anyway…I had fun…chopped it up with some newbies as well as catching up with a few of my readers…shouts out to Gi Gi, Karen and Deborah aka Lucy

Peace

Nah’Sun the Great