BLU... we're to begin. This dude is becoming my fav. "freshman" on the XXL cover. He is lyrically the best in that class. And he doesn't get as much shine as others. Wale look @ Blu before you bitch about people not taking your pictures. Blu's music is so calm and soulful. It seriously touches souls and makes you feel good about hip-hop. I kinda wish he would have his own website(I can help =]) or do some stuff to get out there and kinda show people what his music is all about. Because I truly feel that his music is toooo dope for people not to listen to. If your reading this and haven't herd of Blu yet. Let me introduce you to a great MC with a lot to offer to music and your ears. Blu is simple amazing and a great artist. Buy Below the Heavens, Johnson & Johnson, and there's some other Ep's on iTunes that you can buy I haven't got them yet, but I will. Check out some of my favorites.



Just another day

City of Los Angeles "LA LA"

No Greater Love

Dancing in the Rain

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Welcome back to the great state of Michigan for this year’s Final Four! In honor of the occasion let’s take a look back at the squad from Michigan that changed the face of college basketball, altered our view of “cool” and, arguably, paved the way for the SLAM generation (sorry, AI). Juwan, Chris, Jalen, Ray, and Jimmy, this one’s for you. While some disappointed on the pro level and Juwan is the only one still in playing in the Association, we’ll never forget all of your contributions. Thanks for making us possible…SLAM #51. —Tzvi Twersky

by Alan Paul

“The Fab Five was once in a lifetime! What they achieved will never, ever happen again.”

The familiar voice of Dick Vitale’s booms through the phone line, scratchy and emphatic. He may be a bit less frenzied off the air, but Vitale can’t contain his excitement when the subject turns to the Fab Five, the heralded freshmen who drove Michigan to consecutive title games in ’92 and ’93. “This story deserves special acclaim,” Vitale says. “I can’t tell you how many times I hear coaches say, ‘We can’t win because we have two freshmen in our rotation.’ It’s absolutely accepted wisdom and the Fab Five turned it on its head. I think what they did is absolutely unique in the history of basketball and doesn’t get the play it deserves.”

Vitale’s statement is accurate but stunning nonetheless. How could the Fab Five be underrated when, despite never winning a league or national championship, they still managed to change the face of college ball? The concept would have been unfathomable nine years ago when Chris Webber, Jalen Rose, Juwan Howard, Ray Jackson and Jimmy King were garnering countless headlines and being covered in a manner more MTV than ESPN.

“They were greeted like rock stars,” recalls Rob Pelinka, a role player on those teams and now an agent whose clients include Jazz rookie DeShawn Stevenson. “We sometimes needed police escorts because our bus would be surrounded by people.”

And just like every new sensation from Elvis to Eminem, there was serious debate about whether the Fab Five represented something creative and wonderful or arrogant and destructive. Their brash confidence, in-your-face trash talking and hip-hop fashion sense were both embraced and attacked like no college sports team before or since. The debate continues to this day, especially in Ann Arbor, where the basketball team struggles along under a cloud of impropriety that dates back to the Fabs’ recruitment. But one thing is beyond debate: the Fab Five represented something entirely new, an entire class of blue chip recruits covering every position, each of whom lived up to their top billing.

Power forward Webber was Michigan’s Mr. Basketball and the nation’s top recruit. Howard, a 6-9 center, and the 6-5 shooting guard King were the top players in Illinois and Texas, respectively, and Rose was a 6-8 pg who had led Detroit’s Southwestern High to two state titles. Jackson was the only one of the five who wasn’t a McDonald’s All-American, but the 6-6 Texan was one of the nation’s top small forward prospects. And while serendipity and coach Steve Fisher’s intense leg work certainly played huge roles in landing such an esteemed class, the Fab Five also recruited themselves.

“Juwan is responsible for the whole thing,” says Webber today. “Jalen and I had talked about going to school together since we were 12, but Juwan is the one who got it going. He made us believe that we could create something great together.”

Explains Howard, “I started a chain reaction. Jimmy and I met on our visit and decided to go to Michigan. Then I called Chris, because we had become good friends through the All-Star games, and started working on him. I persuaded him and he got a hold of Jalen, which is exactly what I wanted. I was looking to win a national title or two, instead of just going somewhere and being assured of being the man.”

It didn’t take long for the dreams to come to fruition; all five recall that the chemistry was immediate. “The day we all met, we played a pickup game outside our dorm and it was just there,” says Webber.

Nonetheless, it takes a huge leap for a memorable pickup squad to become NCAA title contenders. Most great college teams result from a slow blending of talents, with experience trumping nearly everything else. The Fab Five turned that formula on its head. Juniors Pelinka, James Voskuil, Michael Talley and Eric Riley were key contributors, but clearly support players to the five freshmen, a seemingly impossible situation deftly managed by Fisher and his staff.

“It takes freshmen a while to grasp the college game,” says Randy Ayers, a current Sixers assistant who was the head man at Ohio State at the time. “A high school star has an adjustment period learning to accept sacrificing for the good of the team. That almost always takes a year or two, but the Fab Five found their niches immediately. Chris, Jalen and Juwan were the go-to guys and the Texas kids were the defenders. And they played off each other beautifully.”

Adds Vitale, “These guys truly enjoyed each other’s company and responded as a unit, with the emphasis on the team rather than individual stats. They were a very unselfish team that blended extremely well.”

And, the players all say, they made each other better on a daily basis, filling one another with their trademark confidence. “As a group, we always felt invincible,” says Webber. “Individually, you always have fear and doubt, but we never did as a team. I felt that together we could accomplish anything.”

While the Fab Five’s critics accused them of showboating—“too much with the French pastry and the hot-dogging!” proclaimed broadcaster Al McGuire—the fact is, they played solid, team-oriented ball. If you watch their games today—easy to do, thanks to ESPN Classic—you’ll see a confident unit playing great help D, running crisp sets and effortlessly improvising whenever necessary.

“We had pretty good game-time execution, which is often overlooked because of some of the players’ flamboyance,” says Jay Smith, then a Michigan assistant, now the coach of Central Michigan University. Indeed, from their very first tip-off, Webber, Rose and King in particular exhibited tremendous flavor to go with their savvy. Webber was a dominant post presence with supple hands and ferocious power. Rose was a cocksure point with maddening lapses but an uncanny knack for coming through in the clutch. And King was a tremendous finisher as well as a deadly three-point shooter and reliable defensive stopper. Howard, meanwhile, was rock solid in the post, making teams pay for collapsing on Webber, and Jackson was a steady hand who often came through with crucial baskets, boards and stops. All five turned in highlight-reel worthy jams on a regular basis.

“There were times when we just played basketball, and it may not have been all that structured, but we often ran the passing game, which is really just fundamental ball: reading each other, setting picks and cutting,” says King, who, like Jackson, is now playing in the IBL. “We were able to do it well because of our knowledge and understanding of the game, and because we practiced it a lot.”

But much of the initial buzz about the Fab Five had little to do with fundamentals—or basketball at all. Gallons of ink were spilled about their flapping shorts, black socks and gleaming bald domes and their constant on-court chatter, as they endlessly jawed at both opponents and each other. If it seems hard to understand why such things would cause a furor, that itself is evidence of the Fab Five’s impact. Watch their games and you’ll see that while the Fab Five’s opponents look dated in their clingy unis, the Michigan youngsters—even now—look contemporary. “They completely changed the fashion of college ball,” says Ayers.

And while some critics blasted Fisher for allowing such freedom, the coach wisely used it as a motivational tool.

“Fish would let us do things like get bigger shorts and wear black socks if we practiced hard,” Webber recalls.He was like, ‘You can wear what you want as long as you work hard, practice right and play smart.’”

The group first came to serious national acclaim in the fifth game of their rookie year, when they took defending champs Duke to overtime before falling 85-81. Most observers considered it a great moral victory, but the Michigan players were incensed they lost a game they could have won. But while the site of Webber and Rose yapping in the faces of Christian Laettner and Bobby Hurley delighted those who found the Dookies arrogant and insufferable, it also ruffled a lot of feathers. Columnists spewed and older Michigan alums stewed. Even refs weren’t beyond getting in on the act, as when Rose got T’d up for smiling.

The Fab Five seemed unbothered by any of it, however, finishing their freshman season 21-8 and ranked 14th in the nation, with a sixth seed in the Big Dance. In a fitting omen, the team ran into Muhammad Ali, the man who invented trash talking, at their Atlanta hotel the night before their first tournament game, against Temple. When The Greatest pulled Howard close and whispered “Shock the world!” in his young ear, The Fab Five had themselves a new rallying cry, which they rode to an Elite Eight battle with Big Ten champion Ohio State. The Jim Jackson-led Buckeyes had beaten Michigan twice already, but things had changed.

“They were a totally different team,” recalls Ayers. “They were physically stronger and they played smarter and with more confidence.”

Different enough to win a thrilling OT game, 75-71, catapulting them to the Final Four, where Nick Van Exel’s Cincinnati squad lay in waiting. After winning a nail-biter, the Fab Five had another date with Duke. Though they seemed unflappable, they came out for introductions lacking their usual fire, with nary a chest bump or holler. But if the rookies were a tad nervous, the reigning kings looked downright spooked. Perennial tourney hero Laettner sleepwalked through the first half, and the Fab Five clawed their way to a one-point lead.

It didn’t last. At the six-minute mark of the second half, the roof caved in and Michigan suddenly couldn’t score or defend. They ended up losing by 20, sending Webber running off the court, his uniform pulled over his sobbing eyes. In the locker room, he and his teammates all pledged to never again feel such crushing disappointment. They were at least sure of one thing: there was always next year.

But the sophomore season wasn’t the same for any of the Fab Five. “The novelty wore off and people no longer seemed to like the confidence and swagger they carried,” says Smith. “It got to the point where you either loved them or hated them.”

And, indeed, many younger fans gave serious love. Though they were widely criticized in the press, baggy shorts, black socks and M logos became as ubiquitous as Nikes on playgrounds and in gyms from coast to coast. And the impact was felt throughout college ball. Opposing coaches began letting their players alter their uniforms, and the Fab Five’s fashion sense already seemed less radical. By the time they faced North Carolina in the ’93 title game, the Tar Heels shorts were even longer than theirs. But that was little consolation to a group of 19-year-olds who felt themselves being tarred and feathered as everything-that’s-wrong-with-sports-and-kids-today.

“It’s a good story to build someone up and it’s a good story to tear them back down,” says King. “I understand that now, but at the time we couldn’t understand how we went from being media darlings to the nation’s bad boys. We didn’t really do anything to warrant that.”

In truth, as sophomores, the Fab Five were sometimes a bit out of control. After a big win at Michigan State, several players pretended they were defecating on the Spartans’ center-court S. And the team talked incessant trash before an early season rematch with Duke, with Webber saying he “wished Laettner would come back from [the NBA] so we can beat him too.” The Cameron Crazies had a field day heckling the team, as Duke pasted them by 11.

Still, the Fab Five righted themselves to go 25-4 and earn a No. 1 seed in the West regional. Now the attacks could really begin. Before the start of the tourney, Bill Walton called the Fab Five “one of the most overrated and underachieving teams of all time…who epitomize a lot of what’s wrong with a lot of basketball players.” It was the most vicious and well-publicized—but certainly not the only—assault on the team.

“We were just playing ball and having fun, and people said, ‘Just play, be quiet and don’t enjoy your wins,” says King. “But we weren’t putting on a show. We were just having fun doing what we love. We weren’t kicking people when they were on the ground like Christian Laettner did. But no matter what happened, teams like Indiana, UNC and Duke got only good press, because their coaches were perceived as being strong and in control, and we got attacked for taking over college basketball because we were perceived as being out of control.”

In the second round, the overrated underachievers pulled off the greatest comeback in Michigan history, coming back from 19 down to beat UCLA in overtime 86-84 on a King putback at the buzzer. After beating George Washington, the only thing standing in the way of a second straight Final Four was Temple, led by Eddie Jones, Aaron McKie and a bunch of less-talented tough guys. Chaney’s big men did everything but gouge out Webber’s and Howard’s eyes. On the verge of defeat, Chaney was finally T’d up for spewing profanities at both Fisher and the refs, had to be restrained by his assistant coaches and finally refused to shake Fisher’s hand—then went to a press conference and blasted the Fab Five for taunting.

“That kind of criticism was really bothersome all year long,” says King. “We just ignored it. In fact, we never even talked about how much less fun the second year was until Chris said it in a Final Four press conference. I remember thinking, ‘So it’s not just me.’”

In the semifinals, Michigan was a seven-point underdog to Jamal Mashburn’s powerful Kentucky team, which had dismantled its tourney opponents by an average of 31 points, thanks to Rick Pitino’s brutal end-to-end pressure. The Fab Five took the Cats into OT, their fourth extra period in eight games, before winning 81-78.It was not only their best-played game in months, but also one of the most memorable Tournament battles in recent years.

Despite all the criticism, pressure and close calls, they’d made it back to their second title game, where they would face UNC. In the first half, the Fab Five were again flat and out of sync, down six at the break. Then Fisher aggressively challenged them in the locker room and Webber lifted the team en route to 23 points, 11 rebounds and three blocks. The team got in trouble when Rose and King lost their shooting touches down the stretch, but Webber seemed fated to be the hero when he grabbed a missed UNC free throw with 20 seconds left and looked upcourt. After getting away with an uncalled traveling violation, he was headed for the history books—for all the wrong reasons.

Carolina led by two. With Rose covered, CWebb headed to the other end of the court, picked up his dribble and panicked. With Pelinka wide open and desperately waving his arms behind the three-point line across court and King staking out position underneath the basket, Webber called timeout. Michigan had none left. A T was whistled, UNC hit the shots and went on to win 77-71.

To a man, the Michigan players will tell you they never considered the possibility of losing that game. So they had to skip doubt and leap right to heartbreak. Again. Before long, Webber would announce he was leaving school for the NBA, and that was that for the Fab Five. They finished their two-year run at 56-14, including two losses in the games that mattered most.

Might Walton have been right? Were they just a bunch of overhyped losers? If you ever ask Vitale that question, be ready to duck.

“It is absolutely absurd for people to criticize the Fab Five as underachievers or failures because they didn’t win a title,” Vitale says. “College ball is not the NBA. It’s one game and there’s a lot of luck involved. Many great teams don’t win titles, but we unfortunately live in a world where if you don’t cut down the nets, you didn’t achieve anything. That’s a ridiculous perspective.”

And no team proved that point more than the Fab Five.

Thanks SLAM

Wish I saw them play. I wasn't watching to much sports around that time. I was playing them and my dad never really watched sports so I didn't watch games with him.
Great article Slam.

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Name on the cloud-WIZ

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"We are not Losers, we're Lasers"

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Poor Luigi. . .

I loved playing this game as a Kid. I always stole lives from Luigi. I knew he would snap one of these days. Wish I still had my Super Nintendo. It was Legit.

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R.I.P. / Grand Central Terminal NYC: Canon 5Dmk2

By. Mike Kobal

The Video had really great music. I enjoyed watching it. Something to just watch and kinda think! About what? Maybe about how shocking and out of no wear Michael Jackson's death was? RIP. Dude was looking weird post Thriller era. But the guy is an Icon and a Legend. He will be missed by many. I know my English teacher would be a little bit sadder today. I remember messing around in the Library with my sister, our friend(i wonder if were still friends? no one knows. you know how it is after you graduate High school. SHIT HAPPENS comes to mind lol) and our Most legit English teacher my school had to offer and my school had some good one's. Like the smart alack type that likes embarrassing incompetent students. those are always great. But this great English teacher would play music before every class. sometimes it would be some amazing Jazz, Some Michael Jackson(PYT), or pretty much what ever he felt like playing. I knew I was gonna love this teacher since the first day of class. "I might not always get one on one time with everyone in the class, so I start each class by shaking everyone's hand. So I can always see how you are" I might of messed up a few lines or so, but he shaked everyone's had to say hi. That's cool just a personal touch that is always a plus with your teachers. Mr.Lewis you are a Legendary Teacher...
this post was going in a lot of directions. I don't want to correct it really because I would have to change the whole thing about my teacher and I'm not really down for that. I'll just say the quick and easy version of the story aka your moms version (LOL) my teacher would play MJ the singer in the library and would kinda goof off and my friend was dancing to the music and mr.Lewis always made fun of her because of it. just a story that had Michael Jackson in it!! pretty Random and lame yes I know. @ least the few if any who read it can enjoy the Video? I hope lol

R.I.P. Michael Jackson
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(MK)Tour Edition: E4

Damn that Cafe looks delicious. Cafe Havana? Cafe Cabana? one of those idk. Either way loooooooks soo good. This Reminds me of whats coming my way today. PORTOS!!!!! bomb ass Cuban Bakery. There Sandwiches>> "its the BEST"-Nacho Libre

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Alice in Wonderland is Burton-ized

hose who have grown curiouser and curiouser about what the offbeat reinventor of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory might conjure up in his version of Alice in Wonderland can feast their eyes on this array of concept art and publicity images, due to hang in movie theaters this week to promote the March 5, 2010, release.

"It has been Burton-ized" is how producer Richard Zanuck describes the director's vision of the Lewis Carroll classic. Many elements are familiar, from the enigmatic Caterpillar (Alan Rickman) to the fierce Jabberwock (Christopher Lee). But none has been presented in this sort of visually surreal fashion.

"We finished shooting in December after only 40 days," Zanuck says. Now the live action is being merged with CG animation and motion-capture creatures, and then transferred into 3-D.

The traditional tale has been freshened with a blast of girl power, courtesy of writer Linda Woolverton (Beauty and the Beast). Alice, 17, attends a party at a Victorian estate only to find she is about to be proposed to in front of hundreds of snooty society types. Off she runs, following a white rabbit into a hole and ending up in Wonderland, a place she visited 10 years before yet doesn't remember.

Among those who welcome her back is the Mad Hatter, a part tailor-made for Johnny Depp as he collaborates with Burton for the seventh time. "This character is off his rocker," Zanuck says.

Aussie actress Mia Wasikowska, 19, best known for HBO's In Treatment, has the coveted title role. "There is something real, honest and sincere about her," Zanuck says. "She's not a typical Hollywood starlet."

There is the usual Burton-esque ghoulishness (Helena Bonham Carter's Red Queen, whose favorite retort is "Off with their heads," has a moat filled with bobbing noggins), but Zanuck assures most kids can handle it. "The book itself is pretty dark," he notes. "This is for little people and people who read it when they were little 50 years ago."

The Wonderful World of Tim Burton
what else can you say. It's Tim Burton, dude is EPIC. Can't wait to see this one. I know my sister's gonna love this post. lol

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B.J. the Chicago Kid. . .

DL A Taste Of Chicago

This mixtape is real soothing and cool. You've seen him on Maestro Knows videos touring with Anthony Hamilton. I'm loving it right now.. check it out, and listen to some dope music.

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Shepard Fairey.

Creator of the Iconic Obama Poster. Creator of All those Obey stickers you might of seen around everywhere pretty much. You see them all threw out the world. I think he's a Dope artist. Cool Ideas, edgy, pushing limits, how art should be in my opinion. I don't agree with everything his paintings are saying. But I can appreciate the Art. I'm coming from a family who came from Cuba. My Grandparent's left when my mom was 4 years old to give there family a better Life. And I'm not one for trashing the Country that blessed my Family With Right of asylum. Yes our country isn't perfect, we gotta remember were a young nation and were still learning. But thinking the Government is corrupt, this and that, Blah blah blah doesn't help. Everyone complains about whats not right, but none of them have solutions to the problem. Not really referring to Mr.Fairey just in general, because I think some of the stuff he's doing is great, making paintings about love and peace rather than violence is always a plus. But in certain situations WAR is necessary. Remember this Great Country was started with WAR. American Revolutionary war. People forget that, I don't know how though. Our country wasn't created in one big explosion lol (like my slight to the big BANG theory)

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Funniest thing I read today....

“When challenged, Wilt could do almost anything he wanted. In 1961 a new star named Walt Bellamy came into the league. Bellamy was 6-foot-10, and was scoring 30 points a game. First time they played against each other, they met at half court. Bellamy said, ‘Hello, Mr. Chamberlain. I’m Walter Bellamy.’ Chamberlain reached for Bellamy’s hand and said, ‘Hello, Walter. You won’t get a shot off in the first half.’ Wilt then blocked Bellamy’s first nine shots. At the start of the second half Wilt said to Bellamy, ‘Okay, Walter. Now you can play.’”

Wilt is the man..Forever will be claimed as a LAKER!! lol
Fathers day on the horizon. Only a Few minutes away. Love you Dad. Your my Yoda. Enjoy your Holiday Tomorrow it goes down with that delicious PR Cuisine.
"Some people recognize Father's day as a Holiday, I dont" ..Christopher(Justin Long) from The Breakup lol

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Looooooooooooooong Day!!!!

The Things you do for the team you love!!!
"This pop isn't workin', Benny! I'm bakin' like a toasted cheese-it! It's so hot here!" Ham Porter.
That about sums up the day waiting for the team to get inside the stadium. Other than the Sun giving me skin cancer the parade was Great. A lot of BS but just gotta look past the Douche bag Asian's trying to cut in line, a line you've been waiting in like 3 hours. Pot heads smoking weed in un real amount's, Ghetto rat's that don't know how to act and tag on a bus because the bus driver's doing her Job and protecting the bus from a Mob of idiot's. Other than all that good stuff, its was so worth the hassle, In hindsight of course. Because @ the moment when the angry Idiot Mob was acting with all the class they have the day wasn't looking so bright. But the calm ride in the taxi to Union Station Downtown was an escape from all the Douche bags we came across all day. lol

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CLAE Wants. . ."Shooooes we Need Shoooes"



Too dope... If I had my way Id get them all.

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CHAMPS!!!! smh @ People in LA

First off before I touch on the 15th title the Great Lakers won tonight. I'm gonna say that I think it's so stupid how people think that Rioting, Tagging on buses, light up bomb fires, and trying to intimidate other people in the streets of LA is showing your LAKER pride??? It's just showing your stupidity, and gonna end up messing up the Parade on Wed. SMH people are stupid and the worste thing about it there Hispanic. Gladly not from my neck of the woods. There the dudes down South of San Diego. Other than stupidity LA wins in an all Around effort to win there 15th Title, 4 of the last 10 champions were the lakers. And the west has like 8 of the last 11. Still think the east is better. I was so happy watching my team win it. Love that my Spaniard home boi Gasol won his first ring with the Lakers. And How Ariza showed the Magic what there missing out on. KOBE!!! your the man. Great effort. GO LAKERS!!!!!!!! GREAT SEASON, now go re sign those players front office. Some of my fav. Pictures from tonight's game.

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