God's Gift to Men

Men, pay attention.

Do you want every woman who touches you to say "Oh my god you have the softest hands!" Do you want your face to radiate "Stud?" Do you want to smell GREAT while doing it? Fortunately for everyone who answered yes to any (and I'm hoping all) of the above questions, God has answered your prayers, or at least the genius lotion-scientists at the Vaseline company.

Introducing: Vaseline for men. The best thing to ever make its way into your medicine cabinet that doesn't come in a 12-pack. Seriously guys, the smell alone makes you want to make love to your hands...ehh...don't go there. Sold anywhere lotion is.

Photo Credit: Vaseline Co.

Can Nate Robinson Replace Eddie House?

Boston sports fans, take a knee. We have lost one of the greatest off all time. A fan favorite, one who either went red hot and went for 30 or was ice cold, the target of EEDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIEEEEEE chants, and the true thug of the Boston Celtics: Eddie House. And he's gone.

How could Danny Ainge ever do something so stupid? Well, for one, we brought in the reigning dunk champion of the NBA, 5'9'' high-flying Nate Robinson. Now, as a die hard Boston fan, which of course translates to a die hard EDDIE fan, I, at least initially, hated to watch my G go. But I try to keep an open mind, so lets look at this from a strategical point of view and try to find some redemption that will cool our jets and keep us from hanging Ainge in his office.

On paper, Nate has a leg up. With the Knicks, he was averaging 12.9 points per games and .370 from three point land, while Eddie was averaging 7.5 points per game shooting .376 from three. Eddie was only averaging a rebound and a half, while the little guy was soaring to grab 2.40 boards a game. Eddie shoots a much higher percentage from the charity stripe, but Natedawg has a leg up in assists. So Nate Robinson makes the Celtics much better right? Big win for the C's?

I'm not so sure. Nate comes from an Mike D'Antoni's up-tempo, high scoring offense that focuses much more on creating points of the fast break than it does on defense. The Celtics run much slower half-court offense sets and have a defense-first mindset, which Nate, in his tenure with a traditional New Yorker "Gotta Score a lot" minded team, has never known.

Let's see what's happened since the trade. Eddie is meshing nicely with the Knicks, and after three games, he's averaging five points more per game then he had been with the Celtics. Natedawg, on the other hand, has only played one game with the Celtics, but he only dropped four points in sixteen minutes. Let's give him time Boston, but I'll be honest, I don't see him as a major contributer. Furthermore I won't be able to scream obnoxious EDDDIEEEEEEEE's every time #50 jacks up an ill advised three that some how finds the bottom of the net. I'll wait and see how Nate plays, but only one thing's for sure: Eddie, you will be missed. The Garden will always be your HOUSE.

Picture Credit: Keith Allison

Shutter Island - Is He Crazy?

Ok, so here comes the first BigK Movie Review. Get ready.

This weekend I took my gurlfrand to see Shutter Island. We were in a little bit of a fight when we went in there, (naaaahhht my fault, I swear) and weren't really speaking when the movie started. By time time it was over, we had forgotten about the fight, but I was left just as speechless by the ending as I was when I went in there. Shutter Island BLEW MY MIND.

*Spoiler Alert* (I recommend seeing the movie before you read this)

Basically, here's what went down. A US Marshall played by Leo (otherwise known as Jack Dawson) and his partner go to investigate the disappearance of a patient at a mental hospital on an isolated island. As the plot unfolds, Leo uncovers more and more about the hospital, and begins to develop the theory that the doctors are performing mind control experiments on the patients similar to those performed by the Nazis in WWII concentration camps (the movie takes place in 1954, after all.) Yada Yada Yada, stuff happens, and at the end the head psychiatrist tells Leo that he's crazy, and that the former US Marshall won't admit to killing his wife (she drowned their kids, don't worry she totally deserved it) and therefore thinks that Shutter Island is his home. The head psychiatrist tells Leo that he is allowing him to roll play out this crazy scenario in hopes that he will admit what he did and be cured.

Needless to say, the movie was unreal. The whole time you think he really is a Marshall, and then you learn he may not be. The real genius of the movie lies in the ambiguity of the ending. There is no definitive answer, and three days later, I'm still racking my brain for an answer. I'm definitely going back to see it again knowing what I do now so that I can search for clues as the movie progresses.

Smart move by the movie producers. They know they're coaxing suckers like me into watching the movie over and over and over again. They're gonna make bank.

Picture Credit: Iwatchstuff.com

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