Well, let me tell ya ’bout this Matt Kemp fella and that Rihanna gal. I heard tell they was a thing back in the day, you know, like a rooster and a hen.
Folks say they was the hottest thing around, hotter than a skillet on a wood stove, durin’ the holidays, bless their hearts. Matt Kemp and Rihanna, yeah, that’s what they called ’em. This was back in, oh, I don’t rightly remember, maybe two thousand and ten or somethin’. Time flies, you know, like a bat outta heck.
- Matt Kemp, he played that baseball, a real strong fella, hittin’ balls and runnin’ around.
- Rihanna, she sings them songs, pretty as a picture, voice like a bird, though sometimes a bit loud for my old ears.
Now, I ain’t one for gossip, mind you, but folks ’round here, they chatter like squirrels in a pecan tree. They say Rihanna, she’s been with all sorts of fellas, famous ones, you know, the kind you see on the TV. Drake, Chris Brown, some fella named Hassan, and then our Matt. Land sakes, that girl gets around more than a stray dog!
They say Matt and Rihanna, they was together ’bout a year. A whole year! That’s longer than most marriages last these days, I tell ya. But then, poof, gone like smoke in the wind. Don’t know what happened, ain’t none of my business, but folks say it just fizzled out, like a wet firecracker.
And this Matt Kemp, he’s a quiet one, they say. Didn’t talk much about Rihanna, not like some fellas who brag like a rooster on a fence post. He just kept his head down, played his baseball, and didn’t let nothin’ distract him. Not even that Rihanna and all her fancy ways. He said, somethin’ like, “My job’s my job, and nothin’ ain’t gonna stop me from doin’ it.” Good for him, I say. A man’s gotta work, gotta put food on the table, even if he’s datin’ a fancy singer lady.
Now, some folks say datin’ Rihanna, that changed Matt. Made him want things, I guess. But I don’t know about all that. Seems to me, Matt was always a hard worker, a good fella. Maybe Rihanna just added a little spice to his life, like a pinch of cayenne pepper in a pot of beans.
They even say Matt Kemp went on some trip, Baja somethin’ or other, and folks was all a-buzz about it, ’cause of Rihanna. But Matt, he didn’t care none. He just wanted to do his job, play his baseball. He didn’t let no contract or no woman get in his way. That’s what I heard, anyways.
And now, Matt Kemp, he ain’t playin’ baseball no more. They had a whole day for him at the Dodger Stadium, Matt Kemp Day they called it. Sounds fancy, don’t it? Guess that means he’s done with playin’, retired, like an old plow horse put out to pasture. But he had a good run, that boy did. And he dated Rihanna, that’s somethin’ to tell the grandkids, ain’t it?
Khloe Kardashian? Oh, they say she hung out with Matt Kemp too, back in 2013. But they said they was just friends, you know, like two peas in a pod, nothin’ more. Who knows what goes on with them Hollywood types? They change their minds faster than a weather vane in a tornado.
So, that’s the story of Matt Kemp and Rihanna, as best as I can tell ya. They was a thing, a hot thing, for a little while. Then it ended, like most things do. And life went on. That’s just how it is, ain’t it? Like the seasons, things change, people come and go. But the memories, well, they stick around, like grits on a plate.
Tags: Matt Kemp, Rihanna, Relationship, Dating, Baseball, MLB, Singer, Celebrity, Dodgers, Khloe Kardashian
