Remember the scene from Boyz N The Hood when Ricky and Tre were pulled over? Then the Uncle Tom black cop put that gun to Tre’s chin solidifying the first cinematic appearance of what would prove to be the inspiration behind Aaron McGruder’s “Uncle Rukus.” More specifically, do you remember the very next scene when Tre went Brandi’s house and he started punching the air while mumbling incoherently?
Yeah, that last sentence basically describes me and what life after the All-Star Break has been like. My own friends have even taken the liberty to take AK-47-type shots in my direction and all I can do is sit there with the dunce cap on and a kool-aid smile to match. Tough times do not last, rather tough people do. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. And since I’m a fan of the NBA as a whole, I keep watching. I keep watching even though every comment I make will somehow get thrown back in my face with anti-you-know-who resentment.