The Answer

Celebrate 1 more season with Bubba Chuck by listening to THE BEST SONG IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE.

Let’s also take this opportunity to recount a mildly funny Iverson-related story:

Not sure if you’re aware of the bizarre-but-true connection between A.I. and Bruce Hornsby (that’s right, Hornsby of the Mandolin Rain), but here’s a little primer in case you need to get up to speed. (Long story short, Hornsby is a big time VA hoops fan and helped get Allen out of jail when he was a kid.)

So here goes: one night I’m at a concert at the Hollywood Bowl with a bunch of friends. It was some kind of jazz show, remember it being pretty righteous. So Hornsby was there, playing keys with the band. At one point somebody near the front was heckling about something, and Hornsby literally stopped the show, took a mic and got up and yelled at the dude. Totally tore him to shreds, in a really funny but very aggressive way. It was pretty hilarious– we were all joking around the rest of the night about how Hornsby is the kind of bad ass mofo that you don’t fuck with (which obviously came as quite a surprise to pretty much everyone in the audience, ourselves included.)

Anyway, after the show, Hornsby is sitting outside at a table signing autographs. He looks like total wussy Bruce Hornsby, but we’re still going on about how you don’t fuck with Bruce Hornsby unless you want to get a mouthful of whoop-ass. So one of my friends yells out “Yo Hornsby, you ain’t as tough as Bubba Chuck!” and Hornsby suddenly leaps out of his seat and comes toward us. We all freeze, thinking we might be about to get our assess kicked by Bruce Hornsby, and the Range isn’t anywhere to be seen.

So Hornsby goes “I dunked on that little fucker.” And we’re like WHAAAAT?? So he goes on to tell us this story of how, after getting Allen out of jail, he challenged him to a game of one-on-one. And not only dunked on him– he beat him. I would have called bullshit, but if I learned one thing that night it’s this: don’t EVER fuck with Bruce Hornsby.

Hornsby!

That’s a Philly song, not a freakin’ Minnesota song. Everybody’s knows about Philly Soul– “Minnesota Soul” is like a fat swedish guy with pigtails yodeling in the snow.

Now I hope the Phillies play the Twins in the World Series and win in Philly and play that shit in OUR HOUSE and rub it in their faces.

Stupid Minnesotan song co-opting a-holes…

To celebrate, how about we all listen to what we at Philavania believe to be THE BEST SONG EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE. (Seriously, I can’t listen to this once.  I just let it play, and play, and play…)

http://philavania.com/stuff/sixers.html

Why did we ever change it?