Archive for April, 2010

Did He Just Ask If My Mother Was a Hoe?

Thursday, April 29th, 2010

What would be your reaction if I asked you if your mother was a prostitute (Yeah, scratching eyes out would be my first response, too…)?

A first-round NFL Draft pick, Dez Bryant, was asked back in March by a potential team’s general manager, Miami Dolphins’ Jeff Ireland, just that. I know… Yes, I’m serious. Now, the thing is, teams usually asks several questions to see if the perspective candidate would be a good fit for the team. And this Ireland guy originally (and probably truly still does inside, but we’ll give him the benefit [some of us!]) stuck by his question saying that he asks necessary questions, but later apologized to Bryant, saying his question was inappropriate.

Uh, where do I begin? I usually try to stay a bit neutral on topics or if I do take a position on a subject I try very hard not to potentially offend a reader who may drop by. I’m struggling with how to do that in this instance. Mother, turn your head (WTFreak!… [And uh, if you don’t know the call out for this acronym let’s just leave it that way.])… How in the world do you have that question on the list of questions you have for this young man? How do you think its a fair conversation and how do you think you’ll come out looking except like a beep-da-beep-beep (Just a tune in my head, Mother!)?

Well, I’m glad Bryant decided against flipping the table over, which is what many of the prominent analysts are saying would have been totally justifiable. He, instead, simply answered, “No, my mom is not a prostitute.” OMG! What restraint and poise. He confessed he was mad, but didn’t show it. Needless to say, he didn’t go to Miami (The Dallas Cowboys picked him up.). I’m aware of the news of his past and the fact that his mom had him at 15 and she served time in jail for selling crack cocaine, but does anyone get a second chance? The boy (no offense) made it… He was drafted in the first round. That’s big time. Give him his props! You all can research to get all the other details… I’m going to stop writing now…

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Pick Me!

Thursday, April 22nd, 2010

The NFL Draft is underway…

It’s always nice to be chosen (LeBron isn’t the only one! Heehee…) and in the position to be credited for all your hard work.

You can’t peel me (and Hubby) away ’cause its just great to see who the newbies are. And, it offers a great sneak peak into the next football season. Relax, get your selected beverage, and hang out with your significant other watching the Draft.

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Getcha Head Back In the Game

Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

It’s Play-off time for the NBA and the best of the best are shining! Teams are donning their fresh jerseys and they’re all out for blood, uh, or at least a chance to hoist the championship trophy over their heads (The blood thing was a bit too dramatic for me…).

One thing that’s both obvious and unusual is that a few of the superstar players for these teams aren’t playing, for one reason or another, or they’re on the floor, but just not showing up. The rest of these guys’ teammates are still playing and trying to take their team to the next level.

I wonder how the superstars, who are in these situations, feel. I mean, seriously. You know these guys have passion and heart for the game and the ego side of them must be saying, “this is my team”. Whatever the case, I’m sure there are an array of feelings going on. These scenarios got me to thinking of ‘real-life’ stuff…

Not real-life stuff like if I take a 2-week vacation from work the company won’t survive, because almost always a company will find a way to easily go on without you. No, I’m referring to real-life stuff like how a friend tells you he just doesn’t see himself in his marriage for too much longer or how your girlfriend is thinking of terminating her pregnancy. I think of the other side… You know, the grass-is-greener side and I imagine how that side will go on and if it can go on. Of course, there are real-life matters that aren’t earth shattering, but I know you can feel me on this. Just like the superstar feels like he is bigger than the team or is hurt by their success without him, surely real-life stuff forces you to look at your own reality to see how much you’re making an impact, if any. I hope for the sake of the championship, and the real-life stuff, that folks can get their heads back in the game and realize what’s at stake.

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Do You Really Wanna Discuss This?…

Friday, April 16th, 2010

Okay, apparently I have to follow up on my previous post because one of my valued bloggers, who shall remain nameless (just read the previous post’s entries… LOL!), is just way too passionate about a topic that troubles me. Well, I guess the topic doesn’t quite trouble me, but I’m seeing a lack of reality that I just can’t ignore.

Why, please tell me why, are we bantering back and forth about celebrity athletes and their off-the-field (court, rink… you get the picture) antics? Moreover, why is there the question of why these famous athletes are garnering more attention than, let’s say, the average Joe. In the time of the Internet, alone, I’m not sure how the question can be viable at all… period (BTW, please note that I’m not the least bit angry or annoyed. I’m just giving the people what they want!).

You can quote Charles Barkley all day that superstar athletes aren’t role models, but guess what? It happens by default. Is it right? Maybe not. Is it fair? Not necessarily. But, is it reality? Yep… Ding, ding, ding (Give the lady a prize!). Now, you might ask, aren’t we the people the culprits behind this being the said reality? Quite possibly. But, it’s just like fluxuating gas prices or department store prices. Unless consumers change their habits and make a notable change, everything will stay the same and the powers that be will shove whatever they can down our collective throats.

Yes, if I smoke pot and my job’s standard operating procedures clearly opposes it and deems it fire-worthy then I should, indeed, be fired. The same is true for these diva athletes. However, will my firing appear on all the major networks and on every social networking outlet around?… Uh, probably not (Wait! I had a moment of stardom. Heehee!). So, what’s the comparison? Life isn’t fair, man. We learned that in pre-K, when we had to share cubbies with the stinky kid just because our last name started with the same letter. It’s life. And if you’re not one of the few who actually claims the world’s attention on a weekly basis, don’t let that be your measuring stick for success. Neither should you allow it to be the reason why you don’t maintain a sense of integrity… It may not be on the world scale, but some body’s watching you.

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Weed Inspires…

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

Every once in a while I just wanna smack some of these athletes in the back of their necks… Seriously. They have so much and they just can’t seem to break bad habits or engage discipline in order to stay on the straight and narrow.

Now, don’t get me wrong, we all have issues that we’re working through and hey, no ones perfect. But, uh… if I’m making millions, I’m not gonna let a little weed jeopardize those millions (No, Mother… I don’t smoke! Heehee!). Now doesn’t that sound ridiculous (sacrificing the money, that is)? It does, but these are the exact reasons why some of these professional players are losing money and time from playing the game. Please tell me Santonio Holmes, why?

Santonio Holmes

Why have you been traded from the Pittsburgh Steelers to the New York Jets because of off-the-field antics? Why do you feel that marijuana, domestic craziness, and throwing glasses at women are more important than the millions you’re making to play the game? Where is your discipline to show yourself and others that you can refrain, and (I’m just warming up.) where is your gratitude for being able to be one of the few who get the chance to play at this level, and where is your sign of growth expressing to everyone that you’ve learned something from past mistakes?

Come On Man! Story after story, headline after headline… the stories are ridiculous and avoidable. It saddens me to no end that people would sacrifice their career, not to mention their intregrity, in order to show just how selfish they can be. Weed inspires what exactly? Unemployment? I’m drained.

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A Champ’s Return

Thursday, April 8th, 2010

I’ve become a fan of sorts of the A&E program, Intervention. It’s a reality-driven show, but without all the bells and tantalizing whistles. It, however, depicts the life of an addict and attempts to break down the source of addiction to help the individual find the road back to recovery through a surprise intervention by friends and family. This latest one had me and just wouldn’t let go…

Rocky Lockridge "The Champ"

“The Champ”… is what passersby still referred to this homeless addict as… “Champ”, they yelled as they drove up and handed him $20 or passed by and handed him $1 in support of him, but in actuality in support of his alcohol and crack addiction. Whitney Houston said it best, “Crack is wack”. But the amazing downward spiral of  former boxing champ, Rocky Lockridge, was heart wrenching to say the least.

I’m sure you’ll catch the episode again, but what caught me were his twin boys. Rocky’s name sake loved him and never gave up hope while the second son was filled with hurt and disappointment that he masked with hate. This man had it all and before he knew it, he had nothing. He left his family and only last year, after over 15 years, was he reunited with his eldest son. Rocky, like all the addicts on the show, was surprised by the intervention of family members and friends, but easily accepted the gift of rehabilitation.

The show panned back onto his life 2 1/2 months later and there stood no longer a shell of a man. Rather, there stood a man, in front of his proud boys, who seemed to had learned some things and who was completely sober. Throughout the emotional story, what stood out to me was hope… it was the hope of his eldest son and reluctantly of his younger twin, and of course others, that pulled him back from the life as a living dead. Surely, we all have a “Champ” in us… and even when we aren’t living up to our fullest potential there will be some who will still be able to identify us and call us by name. It is never too late and you’ve never gone too far to find the Champ in you.

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A Sling-Shot Mentality

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

Okay, so Hubby and I were watching the NCAA Finals tonight, Duke versus Butler, and I’m telling you… I’m drained.

Now, I won’t assume that everyone knows the biggest differences between the two, but in a nutshell it was the modern-day David and Goliath epic event; with Duke being the conceptual (and financial) giant between the two. Now, if you’ve read any of the Wait Til A Commercial posts, you’ll know that I chat about professional sports. But, as a sports lover in general, I just had to start typing… I had to get it out.


Let me start by saying I’m not a hater, although I will say that teams like Duke are why I don’t watch much of the tournament in general. Seriously! They just dominant everything… I mean, from getting those “ghost” calls or as I’d like to say, “Coach K” calls (As a note, Coach Krzyzewski is like America’s coach, having a championship legacy and was the coach for the NBA Olympic team.), to just the overall “I’m-better-than-you” feeling from a good number of the players that translates onto the court.

Butler gave Duke a run for their money and the Dukies were hating that the refs were actually calling them out instead of giving them their usual carte blanche calls. In the end, Duke won, but barely… I know, I know. A win is, indeed, a win, but David got some really good hits in on Goliath. Watching the game really had me thinking about how you can never give up. No matter what! I know those Butler young men are sad right now, but winning is relative in that they came so far… much further than many expected.

Life is gonna keep coming… a lot of times with no pauses and no let-up moments. You have to be fortified in knowing that you are worthy and you can achieve what you’ve set out to achieve. Don’t be put off by the haters in your life. And sometimes that can even be that voice in your head… Bottom line, you are worthy. Get your sling shot and knock ‘em down… one by one.

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