This was psoted on local atlanta dj fred toucher's blog. It was written by his buddy jayson.
SPORTS IS GREAT AGAIN
When I was a kid, my dad took me to see Rocky 4. I stood and cheered along with the rest of the theater as Rocky Balboa beat down Ivan Drago. America ruled! The Americans like Rocky and Apollo Creed had heart and style while the Russians were soulless robots. I now know l was lied to.
If Rocky 4 were based in reality, I wouldn't root for Rocky. That would be too easy. Rooting for Drago would be more fun. Why? In reality, Drago would not be a lifeless drone that only cared about training, steroids, and glory for Mother Russia. As the recent wave of Eastern European athletes have shown us, Drago would be a human Spuds McKenzie who lived for South Beach nightclubs, Diesel clothing, and blondes with big fake boobies.
Leading this charge is hockey star Sergei Fedorov. When Sergei skated onto the ice in a Detroit Red Wings uniform for the first time a decade ago, he was a young Russian who struggled with American culture and the English language. Today, he is a slightly older Russian who struggles with American culture, the English language, and the tightest Versace jeans on the planet.
When asked by a Detroit magazine if he had interests outside of hockey, Fedorov listed Detroit nightlife, LA nightlife, Miami nightlife, Moscow nightlife, Belfast nightlife, motorsports, and gardening as his hobbies. He
claims Kid Rock as one of his best friends and advisors. In a sport where the groupies don't exactly flock: age was just a number to Sergei when he allegedly had a pre-18 year old Anna Kournikova shacking up with him in Detroit. Fedorov also reportedly feuded with another Russian hockey player over Kournikova. If anything was cool to do three or four years ago, Fedorov will gladly do it today. Just when you thought he couldn't be any more down, he's been seen around town with Hollywood's favorite pincushion Tera Reid.
The most obvious example of Fedorov's disregard for what's considered hip can be seen at fedorovbrothers.com. On this website, Sergei and his brother Fedor try to break into the music business with a girl band. And show how much the sexy they are. For the ultimate WTF, download any of the music videos they produced. In one video, the Fedorov brothers rescue the girls in the band from a dancing gang of thugs on their motorbikes, dance with them in Red Army uniforms, and finally, in an homage to a Guns n Roses, marry them and party at the reception. All of this filmed in the style of a 1980's Reebok commercial. The Pretentious People might see this and puke all over their Jack Purcells, but it sure as hell looks like fun.
Sergei and his brother aren't alone. For years before the mullet became retro cool again, hockey player Jaromir Jagr partied in the back with Cyrus like plumage because, to him, long hair symbolized freedom and was a fist in the face of communism. Jagr also posed for a poster in a pair of overalls and no shirt. After tearing up Scores on NBA Draft night, Basketball's Darko Milicic showed he was his own man by piercing his ears during the Detroit Pistons playoff run and putting tape on them instead of taking them out when he came into games. And kids across America would lose their baggy pants if the media made a bigger deal out of the super tight track suits and frosted sunglasses favored by boxing's Klitschko brothers.
In contemporary sports, hip hop culture has reigned supreme since the Converse Weapons was the shoes that let Isiah do what he was born to do. But now, it's grown stale. We've all seen Spree's dubs. We've all seen Shaq's crib. It's time for something new. And what's new is the yeah baby
swinging vibe of the Eastern European athlete. After growing up under the oppression of Communism, these players have come to America to find the streets paved with gold chains. Instead of fighting for street cred and trying to look all hard, these athletes live life without a cool edit button. Let's raise a glass to these trendsetters. And break out the wallet cause they probably would want something like Goldschlager.
_________________ I'm not a businessman, I'm a business..........man.
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