So… former NBA star with the Chicago Bulls, Jalen Rose, was arrested recently on drunk driving charges.
When I heard this story earlier this week, I was shocked. As a pretty good analyst on ESPN (not sure if he still has his job), Rose just didn’t give off the impression that he would make such an idiotic decision. I guess that statement should be qualified since, for most sports analysts (or people in general), you really don’t necessarily get any impression other than what one wants portrayed, personality wise, on air (Of course, there are a few [who shall remain nameless] I wonder if they take a swig or two before going live.).
Once I got beyond the shock, I actually became a little itchy with the entire thing in that a little over a week ago, my mother was involved in an automobile accident with a drunk driver hitting her. Thankfully, outside of a totaled vehicle, a few burns (from the deplored airbag), bumps, and bruises, my mom will be okay. But, the thought still crosses my mind that it could have been so much different and therein lies the source of my itchness…
For me, the driver who hit my mom could’ve been “x” person (Rose, Spoonge Bob, Gaddafi) for all I cared. The point was that you made a decision, which is truly yours to make… and that’s drinking (and even getting tore down if you choose). But, then you made a second decision that took away the choice for someone else. That’s a problem for me. So, while you all know I’m one for redemption and grace being applied equally, I totally don’t get the general arrogance and complete irrelevance for human life. I’m hoping–simply–that Rose chooses better next time.
I call it Monkey Tendencies… Okay, remember back in the day (Uh rah, maybe even last week…) at the Pop Warner games or any pre-pro game for that matter, when the parents would take matters to another level?… Fussing, cussing, and even going to blows (i.e. “fights” for my ebonically challenged) over a bad call, their kid not getting enough playing time, or just because the ref sucked…
Now, fast forward to today (minus the parental battles), with professional players and their million-dollar salaries, it’s hard to imagine what it takes to make these high-paid adults lower themselves to throwing bows (…Urban Dictionary translation = to throw a punch past an opponent’s face and then to strike them with a pop of the elbow). Well, Pittsburgh Penguins winger Matt Cooke didn’t forget the good ole days and with his latest infamous hit, the National Hockey League (NHL) suspended him for the remainder of the regular season and the first round of the playoffs. And, contrary to how parents/mentors tend to side with their athlete, the Penguins “parental lordship” (Yeah, I know lordship was a bit much…), a.k.a. general manager, Ray Shero, was completely in favor of the suspension.
“The suspension is warranted because that’s exactly the kind of hit we’re trying to get out of the game. Head shots have no place in hockey. We’ve told Matt in no uncertain terms that this kind of action on the ice is unacceptable and cannot happen. Head shots must be dealt with severely, and the Pittsburgh Penguins support the NHL in sending this very strong message.”
I’ve always been of the mind that removing these professional players from the game, where they’re now not contributing and possibly feeling considerable heat from their teammates, is the best way to teach them… It’s a poor way to bring up an athlete, with instilling acceptance of barbaric behavior, but its an even more despicable and sour taste watching millionaires act like baboons for the heck of it… Even if it’s hockey. It seems like ridiculousness, in general, is so contageous. And no one runs to the medicine cabinet for a dose of soundness.
I am so accustomed to the Kardashians being, well, the Kardashians… That I was taken off guard when, middle sister of the Kardashians older trio set, Khloe shared with the world the very personal reality of infertility with her NBA husband, L.A. Lakers forward, Lamar Odom.
While Odom doesn’t make gossip news often and many times will have the more grounded and rational soundbites, Khloe and the rest of the clan often times are the contrary, having every word and action play out on one reality show or another. I must say I was a bit sadden by the announcement, but also hopeful that, as I like to think and often say, things happen as they should (Really! It’s one of my -isms.). And she appears to be taking the same stance. She’s a career woman, sister, wife, daughter, and friend, and the pressure of all those relationships can be burdensome for anyone, celebrities included. That’s why such a topic, although a common one, has to be hard to play out in front of the cameras… Night after night he’s a crucial player on a star-studded, veteran team and she’s living out her life, the envy of many (Well, if you choose this particular sister…).
The bigger picture, at least externally, is that they’re young and seemingly healthy… they’re wealthy, which offers them potentially more options, and they appear to be in love (and actually fairly normal, which is a rarity in their circles, I’m sure)… All ingredients for optimistic tomorrows.
Something like this helps everyone, I think, remember that we all have “stuff” to contend with, relative to our own lives and that jumping to the first conclusion about someone isn’t often the best course of action… You just never know. It pays to go deeper and get to know someone before you automatically go negative (I’m just sayin’)… A lot of those lessons grandma taught you back in the day render themselves true in adult life. Here’s to a fertile future… in whatever bountifulness that’s meaningful to you.
I know my title doesn’t lend very much to the imagination, but it was the most descriptive and appropriate word, given the gravity of what I just read.
I’d like to first say that I’d hope to write up this nice an informative article regarding some note-worthy historians and sport giants, which I still am planning to do, but this latest story trumped even that… but, not in the best of ways.
L.A. Clippers owner, Donald Sterling, took out a full-page ad in the Los Angeles Times, inviting underprivileded children to a free, random game in honor of Black History Month in, well, March. Yes (Close your collective mouths.). But you first have to see the actual ad, digest all of it’s really-did-I-just-read-that jargon to truly really appreciate the depth and width of the profoundness of my title.
Black History Month, late coming as it may, started in 1976 and since that time has been celebrated in February. And while I guess if I sit back and take the time to think I could see that maybe this debacle came from a good place. But the initial shock and surface reaction is way too deep for the everyday person to actually take the time to sit back and think. There are so many directions I could go with this story, yet I remain.
Aside… what exactly are the qualifications of being an underprivileded child? Is there like a pass or something, or do you bring in your parent/guardian W2 (Wow!)?
I can admit that I’m not a general fan of the current hip-hop movement (I’m old school all the way.), but the very famous tune from the profoundly creative, clever, and controversial Kanye West comes to mind… How could you be so heartless?…