Sigh… Scratch… Sigh again, right?
With life, not just sports, the question often pops up… “What does he really want?” It’s not just a guy’s question about a woman. There’s really no way of knowing, honestly, unless there’s some type of communication. Well… from that conversation with my brother and his wife (go a couple posts back), I have a simple answer to what he actually wants when it comes to spending time while you two are watching sports:
“I want some level of appreciation, passion for the sport. I feel like you just tolerate me. If you try to get the terminology and social side of the game, you’ll appreciate the significance.”
I was shocked that he was so candid and that she was receptive. I think she was a bit shocked, too… She asked him what was she doing that said she didn’t appreciate the sport. It sparred conversation (I walked out of the room… I just wanted the sports portion of the relationship and it trickled into something else, honey.). It seems old and ineffective, but talking seems to open doors. And… as much as I am not a LeBron James’ fan, some type of communication (and endurance) happened in order for him to finally finish up those Save-the-Date cards with his long-time girlfriend and mother of his children, Savannah. Talk it out…
Ramble me this…: Do you care to see “storming the court” removed from college basketball?
I was doing some Saturday house cleaning and had to stop in mid-wipe down. Apparently, this dangerous and for-no-good-reason occurrence has happened for the last 10 years or so and it has NOW become a serious topic on the table [Sidenote: I'm not breaking away from our continued discussion on men versus women and love and sports (yada yada). Just had an impromptu writing itch. The end.]… Famed Coach K (Krzyzewski)—known as one of the winningest coaches in NCAA history and beloved U.S. Olympics Men’s basketball coach—spoke… and well, when he speaks folks tend to listen. While he isn’t asking for the extinction of the random tradition, he’s asking that provisions are made to get the losing team off the court before the storming begins. Makes sense, right?
I guess if my son was on the losing team I might care… or if I were one of those aged guards assisting in roping the court off then I may have a tiny bone to pick. But, seeing that neither of those things are the case, I’m not sure I have a stance either way. It’s just all over ESPN and its hilarious to me that this is such a story… all of a sudden.
Back to your regularly scheduled program…
So, I’m talking to my sister-in-law a couple days ago… (Wait, just so you know, she’s sports’ allergic.) …and we were discussing how she approaches sports, a.k.a. spends time with my brother. It was both difficult and intriguing for me as I listened to her talk about her sports’ reality. It was as if someone was actually speaking German to me (For clarity, no, I don’t know German.) and the translation dictionary was no where to be found.
There were so many things she shared during our talk, but one main thing I walked away with was that feelings, for her, was the driving force. She loves my brother, so that makes her want to learn and ask questions (albeit at the most inopportune times) just so she can share space with him. As a general sports’ fan (…some call me a dude with hair and I’m cool with that), I was just sitting there listening and wondering how in the world could I relate and add something substantive to the conversation. I found myself being the neutral ear, and moreover, interpreting what I felt would be my brother’s point of view.
I explained how they, indeed, had a commonality… That for him, it was about feelings, too. But, the general thought of “feelings” (in this case) is broken down into passion, excitement, competition, and an array of intensity (sometimes described as testosterone-filled explosions to avoid doing real work) that translates into why he doesn’t want you talking when the game is tied, in the 4th quarter, with 27 seconds left on the clock (Hence, Wait ‘Tila Commercial ladies. It’s a noun and a command. LOL!). She understood my time-sensitive analogy after I offered balance by asking her how she would feel if my brother deleted her DVR’d HGTV Holiday special… especially after she talked about this show with such anticipation for weeks. I tell you honey, the veil was lifted. But… that was just the first 10 minutes into my dinosauric, yet revealing, sports’ dialogue.
It’s true that there are relationships out there where it’s Monday Night Football or March Madness and we’re all on the same page, but (there’s always a but) there are more where Monday Night Football means pizza and laundry and March Madness is getting ready for the in-laws’ visit. Let’s bridge that a bit… So we can have football, pizza, (laundry during commercials) and the in-laws are optional (I’m just saying.). My plan for the next few posts is to lay out what I peeled back as to the reasons behind the colossal black hole that makes up those who share a love for one another… and, the other love that seems to be year round. Oh yeah, and some sports’ stuff, too.
The NBA Finals are upon us (Yay!)… Two dynamic teams, the Miami Heat and the Oklahoma City Thunder, are vying for the throne (Thanks for that, Kanye and Jay Z). With both teams chasing their first NBA championship, things are sure to be interesting.
I’m a little bias… While I totally agree with the populous that Heat’s LeBron James is a beast of a player, he’s no Michael Jordan; or Kobe Bryant for that matter. Outside of my feeling that the latter two display such an intuitive and high basketball IQ, this sport’s best are distinguished from the others by the rings acquired. And yes, there are arguments in favor of James, but for me, he may be another Charles Barkley or Karl Malone (No disrespect to either one… They are both Hall of Famers and should be respected for what they brought to the game.). My point here is simply that—with all the hype and championship pressure surrounded around James, which Barkley and Malone never endured—on the track he’s on now, he doesn’t seem ring bound.
I’m just old school on this… the game is about championships, not about how many ads you’re in or how many other superstar players you can add to one team to, ideally, bully (a.k.a. sports’ speak: dominate) the League’s other teams. Child please!! (I see you, Ocho Cinco… getting Miami NFL love.).
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Okay, so after some “your last post was depressing” comments, I came into this one feeling like I could do something more positive and good feeling-ee… but (uh, rah) then I turned the television on. I’ve gotta work with what I’ve got, man…
Kobe Bryant’s wife, Vanessa, is filing for divorce, after over 10 years of blissful (well, not exactly) nuptials. I know, personally, I’ve heard of someone ending their marriage and the feelings varying from total disbelief to it-took-this-long reactions. This L.A. Lakers’ superstar isn’t a stranger to marital troubles, but 10 years in his arena is like a lifetime. Vanessa and Kobe have two daughters and I’ve found that children sometimes tend to be that false foundational glue that keeps marriages together for as long as they actually manage to be kept together.
Ending any relationship, a lengthy one at that, has to be difficult just from the simple fact of impending change that no one can avoid. I’m not an authority on how others live… I just say everything happens as it should and remember to live. All of life stuff falls under those two things.
[Merry Christmas!!... LOL! Here's to more positive posts. Crack up.]
I heard about this some time ago, but you know how I am when it comes to writing and sharing information… I feel like its not always about breaking news, but its about appropriate timing. Anyway, I know the holidays can conjure up many feelings, and some that aren’t always of cheer and good tidings of great joy. Whatever the feeling… and relatively speaking… its good to know that you’re not alone with having adverse feelings.
NBA Hall of Famer, Jerry West (he’s also actually the NBA symbol), has suffered from depression since childhood. That seemingly sounds crazy, right? All the fame and notoriety and yet still, such a human emotion. With this depression came low self esteem and the feeling of just not measuring up. West chalks these feelings and state of mind up to the abusive upbringing he suffered by the hand of his father.
I would go to bed feeling like I didn’t even want to live. – Excerpt from HBO’s Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel
This abuse was shared among his other siblings and as West relives horrible moments, he still, even after his father’s death, wondered if his father would be proud of him. With 14 seasons with the L.A. Lakers, West also found a way to incapsulate his depression while on the court by carrying the overwhelming fear of failure. Obviously, his frame of mind followed him into his personal life with family and friends…
You should really look deeper into his story because its an interestingly sad one… But, he survived. And you know, it is really actually a common story, but you just never think about a well-known superstar, who displayed such poise and grace, being plagued with such mental afflictions. You just never know and I guess that’s the point, right?…
So, obviously I could use this space to talk about the latest in professional sports’ lockouts, where the NBA is now the newest group containing billionaires and millionaires (and some newly drafted prospects that have virtually no money at all) fighting over millions and billions. And there is possibly some comedic value associated with NBA.com (a site dedicated to, well, the NBA) having no reference of the individual NBA teams (Good times!)… And we now know, from this site, that there can be no practices, no mentionings of practices, and no pro ball player saying words that begin with p-r-a-c (Thanks for that.)… But no, what I think is more news worthy and of more value in terms of space is the admission by veteran actor, Charlie Sheen, that he used steroids during the 1989 baseball movie, Major League, where he played Ricky Vaughn. Seriously, when you compare the two, there’s really no comparison, right?…
And while there were many quotes from Sheen, on this story, that would satisfy a litany of ills, I thought the following would offer just the right amount of ”huh?” for your day.:
“Let’s just say that I was enhancing my performance a little bit. It was the only time I ever did steroids,” Sheen told Sports Illustrated. “I did them for like six or eight weeks. You can print this… my fastball went from 79 to like 85.”
A buddy of mine (a.k.a. Young Boy) passed this off to me (on the humble) and I had to share the love… Not a pro sport thing, but really something worth sharing.
Summer time, asphalt, grudges, and idol time are almost always toxic ingredients for drama, fights, jail-house calls to Momma, and gunned down corner kids laying in gutters. I’m happy about the “almost” concept… Specifically, the possibilities within these same conditions that allow for dramatically different results.
There is a basketball court with 12-foot fences surrounding it and is one of the few places where the neighborhood’s 2,729 residents can escape the harsh realities of life. Nike donated $50,000 for the court to be done up (redone, that is). And back in the day, “The Farm”, as it’s called (Barry Farm Dwellings, in southwest Washington), was a tobacco plantation before it became a community for freed slaves.
Read this fascinating story on how the “almost concept” can be the norm…
Thanks, Young Boy!