Braves 4, Astros 0 (through 4 innings)
The Astros’ venerable play-by-play announcer Milo Hamilton might be a Hall of Famer, but that doesn’t make his blatant localism any easier to stomach. Hamilton’s call of Adam LaRoche’s 3rd inning grand slam was delivered with significantly less gusto than one might muster in ordering a grilled cheese sandwich. It’s bad enough that Hamilton refers to the Astros as “us” and the opposition as “them”, but his constant grousing over questionable balls and strikes makes the overall Astros radio presentation seem anything but big league.
I realize he’s a Houston institution, but so is Bushwick Bill, and I wouldn’t want to hear him for 9 innings, either.
Bushwick Bill’s solo album was probably my second most disappointing listen ever. First? The Geto Boys Best of. I never would have guessed that they two fantastic songs and nothing but junk.
“Read These Nikes”
“Do It Like A G.O.”
“Mind Of A Lunatic”
“MInd Playing Tricks On Me”
“Tallkin’ Loud Saying Nothin'”
I think they’ve got more than two, though it doesn’t help that most of ’em are on the same album.
forgetting “Size Ain’t Shit” from that album plus We Can’t Be Stopped has several crucial tracks like “Chuckie”, “Gotta Let Your Nuts Hang”, “Quickie” and the Willie D vehicle “I’m Not a Gentleman”
i’m not so keen on ‘We Can’t Be Stopped’, though the sleeve is a classic.
Mind Playing Trick On Me is one of the greatest rap songs ever.
“My hands were all bloody/from punchin on the concrete”
Is Milo a Houston institution? I remember him here when he did the Cubbies.
The Geto Boyz was hot. they talked about what they knew & anyone that got somin 2 say about them they can suck my dick!! they was the greast group next 2 no limit!