Day 3: And F. is for the Back Door (of the club)
I was sad to see that the latest “You Played Yourself” column on Rap Radar bashed Weezy for partying with Dirk and the Mavs in Miami after the game.
Heat season ticket holder complains about the squad’s stars snubbin’ him and eventually parties up with the opposing team on elimination night. You know that ain’t right. Daddy lost a bet. You lost your dignity. Sports analyst, my ass.
I usually like RR’s choice for this particular column but I’m taking issue on this one for a reason that is explicitly laid out in the first sentence: “Heat season ticket holder complains about the squad’s stars snubbin’ him”. In case you missed it, SLAM ran an article back in January quoting Wayne in which he explains - and I’m paraphrasing - that Bron Bron and D-Wade never come over to say what up even though Weezy and the rest of YMCMB spend countless of dollars on tickets. His last sentence - “at least ask me why I’m not rooting for you” - excuses him from having to be loyal to the Heat; if he was rooting against them in January, why not now? And if anyone tries to argue that he’s a fan because he’s a season-ticket holder, I’ll counter with, “no, he’s rich, loves being seen and this is the stage to do it on”.
So Elliott, it is right; Weezy has no obligation to the Miami Heat and now he can laugh in Baby’s face for betting $2 million on a two-and-a-half man team.