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An Am-AZ-ing Photo Chronicle - Sat. Dec. 3rd

Which Bills receiver was childhood best friends with David Banner??

It better be the coach and not the star who leaves B-Lo after this miserable season. My man, Eric Moulds, still doin his thing like it was back in the day at Mississippi State.

Mularkey can't escape share of blame - Jerry Sullivan

(Buffalo News, 12/6/05)

- AZ - BUFFALO ICON - SATURDAY DEC. 3 - 11PM-

Better see ya'll out there. You can't say that you're down with hip-hop if you don't drop a lil' loot to see a legend in your hometown (check the mp3 for evidence). In fact, don't ever try to talk to me about hip-hop if you aren't there tonite. REVIEW AND PHOTOS AFTER THE SHOW. Peace. Ev.

AZ- The Come Up (prod. DJ Premier) - from the album A.W.O.L. (2005)

Eye See!

My man George, originially comin' out the IC, the Ivory Coast, cracked some 35 year old white male from a repulsive suburb in the dome with a chair after our soccer match. Dood was leakin after it. It was one of the illest events of my lifetime. More on this and a few other things when I wake up in a lil' bit. Peace. Ev.

I'm awake! Alrite, so we won our soccer game 5-1, scored 2 goals in the last minute, and were generally pleased with the outcome. Team 35 Year Old was not however, especially when one of our players took a shot after the end of the game and it went near their goalkeeper, who took umbridge. So they started beefin' a lil' bit and this guy just jaws my man George all of the sudden. We we're all scuffling and all that, pushing people, telling everyone to calm down as we shove these guys. Long story short, things eventually cool down.

But...

The beef got resurrected (what did you expect) on our way out of the place. So there's this big window that people can watch the game through from the snack bar/lobby area, and as I'm walking off the pitch, I see that there's a ruckus out there. The ruckus was that George and goalie guy started talking again, which eventually led George to blast him in his skull with a chair, snapping that chair in half and gashing the man's temple area. Hooray.

So then it was our twelve person soccer squad, 3 black kids 9 white kids, against this entire Sportsplex population of middle aged white guys who I had seen more in life than by the time I was 9. But not in a fight, it was politicing and damage control (and not damage control like don't get your cranium rocked by lawn furniture, that guy already fouled that up). Quickly, we drag George up out of there while he's still trying to get at this man, pick up all the pieces of the chair that could be used for evidence, and confuse all the people who were talking about calling the cops. There was some racist shit spewed out by those cookie-cutter bitch ass motherfuckers, and luckily all I did was punk them off verbally instead of taking the second pick in the lawn chair draft that had many more capable prospects.

That's pretty much it. I'm going to tell this story forever. Ha and I think that he's only going to be suspended for one game. Eat dilsnik North Tonawanda. War. Ev.

Oh yeah, here's the first mp3 that we've posted up so far, many more to come though. This is off this new "Bobb Deep: Queensbridge to Kingston" album, which is a mash-up of Mobb Deep and Bob Marley (I really hope that the population of college kids that read this didn't need clarification on that tip). This song represents the Quiet Storm that was last night, and the rootsy, Caribbean/African vibe of our soccer squad and living on the west side.

Mobb Deep and Bob Marley- Stir It Up (Quiet Storm) -from the album Bobb Deep: Queensbridge to Kingston (2005)