Sunday, June 15, 2008

Competition from Oakland

Oakland, California has been on our minds lately. The United States has a rather noticable EastCoast bias in regards to most things, and because of this, OakTown usually gets left off any lists as to which communities are the most Crunk. NYC, Hotlanta, Chocolate City, New Orleans, and Detroit are usually the first five cities that come to mind when thinking about crazy ghettos, but not only should Oakland be on this list, we'd think hard about putting it on the top.

What got us thinking about Oakland was seeing, or rather hearing, our first Whistle Tip a week ago. In case you're unfamiliar with Whistle Tips, please check out the following links:




So after hearing our first Whistle Tip the other night at the intersection of 38th and Lamar, we've had Oakland on the brain, but after stumbling across a blog authored by one of its favorite sons, we had to bring light to the other city by the bay.


The, umm gentleman? to the right is Marshawn Lynch. He is a professional football player. His craft is currently being applied for the Bills in Buffalo, New York, but he is Oakland all the way. Born and raised in the Oak, he went to Oakland Tech high and then stayed close to home, playing college ball for the Cal Bears.
Through a series of fortuitous links, we came across his blog and it is nothing shy of amazing!!! If our blog is, "The most interesting blog in the room," his is number two.
We find it rather interesting that the University of California-Berkeley is consistently rated as the top public university in the country and this dude, while not graduating, still managed to stay eligible for three seasons. So without further ado, here is a link to Marshawn "Shakespeare" Lynch's blog.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

If I were Marshawn Lynch's 6th grade english teacher, I don't think I could pass him. It's not even english or anything resembling english. I think Italian has more similarities to english then Marshawn Lynch's rubbish.

Anonymous said...

It's like some sort of coded, jive lettering.

Da furst paragraf made ma head hurtizzle.