September 22nd, Thursday...I made a big mistake in my judgement of George W. Bush and his band of merry men when he was in office. I thought they all were a bunch of bumbling idiots!But, after watching Obama and his boys in action, Bush is coming off like a genius!
The economy is so bad, Obama does not seem to have a clue as to how to fix it. Shit, the whole world is fucked! You have to be some kind of good to screw up the global economy! And, he (GWB) timed it just right. He was on his was out and when he left office, he went into a Saddam Hussein exile. Hell, where is he? I saw him at a baseball game...ONCE! He loves baseball! Just one game? What, no speaking engagements? No museum shrine in his honor? George, where are you?
Bush is a tough act to follow for a first time Black president... Any first time Black president!
Damn... Obama's in the right place but the wrong time!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway
September 22nd, Thursday... Ok... A Black man was murd... Wait, I mean executed by the state of Georgia in light of evidence that was contrary to proving his guilt. That being said, I am wondering where are we going to go as a (Black)people now? What happened is not new. What is new is our attitude. We, as a people, are very accepting to what is taking place as we take the posture of "business as usual!"
I have to indict the hip-hop movement somewhat because there are elements of it that need to be condemned! We cannot keep making a distinction and be in full compliance with the language used to describe us in the music. I realize that the reality of the street is being reported but do we really need to hear the report? I get it! The "hood" is the hood. News Flash: The hood has always been the hood! The condition of it (hood) is only that way because it is allowed! We can do something about the condition of where we live and who we are! I mean, it's not like there is some outside force desecrating where we live! The body politic of America does a damn good job of that without crossing the border!
So, when are we going to start rethinking this thing about our condition as a race? I think "right now" is as good a time as any!
I have to indict the hip-hop movement somewhat because there are elements of it that need to be condemned! We cannot keep making a distinction and be in full compliance with the language used to describe us in the music. I realize that the reality of the street is being reported but do we really need to hear the report? I get it! The "hood" is the hood. News Flash: The hood has always been the hood! The condition of it (hood) is only that way because it is allowed! We can do something about the condition of where we live and who we are! I mean, it's not like there is some outside force desecrating where we live! The body politic of America does a damn good job of that without crossing the border!
So, when are we going to start rethinking this thing about our condition as a race? I think "right now" is as good a time as any!
A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway
September 21st, Wednesday... Okay... I'm confused! Back in the day, I got twisted around when Dennis Rodman was dressing up in women's clothes and wearing makeup and being one of the fiercest rebounders in NBA history! I got through that. Then I see my "homeboy" Ron Artest snap and commence to taking out a row of seats in Detroit! (I gave him the benefit of the doubt because, technically, he did not start the fight!) But I draw the line when "Ron-Ron" changed his name to "Metta World Peace" then signed on with Dancing With The Stars! Are you kidding me? Dancing With The Stars? That lame ass shit? Queensbourough Ron and DWTS... DAMN!Then, to add insult to injury, he LOST in the first round! I can see a... Oh let's see... A reality show participant doing that! Why not? All they do on their show is walk around and say the dumb ass shit they say during the course of the day anyway! But a "baller" on a "world championship" team in the annals of NBA history blowing up the cha-cha? How do you screw up the cha-cha? It's one, two, cha cha cha! Then, to take a page out of "The Worm's" wardrobe book and wear what he wore? Would Dennis wear that outfit even on a bad hair day? (They have both had bad hair days and looked better!)
Time for me to start watching the NHL!
Time for me to start watching the NHL!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway
September 20th, Tuesday... I attended my alma matta's homecoming this past weekend and I had a half ass time. I should have been excited to see the people I went to college with but I saw them last year and the year before that and the year before that, ad nauseam. They are a year older (as am I), they look tired (as I feel), and they are still telling lies (as I did!).
The routine was the same... I walked around the campus w/ a group of guys I hung out w/ in college. We laughed, we ate, we reminisced, and we talked about people. We talked about the young ones, who we thought did not have a clue about how to manage college like we did, back in the day. In retrospect, who gives a shit if they don't do it like we did? Why would they have to? Actually, homecoming is intended for the alumni to come back and see how things have changed but the events seem to cater for the present students so I'm thinking, "...why even go back every year?" There is no real getting together w/ them. The fraternities and sororities cook, eat, and dance on their plot of land. Everyone else walks around like a bunch of well dressed transients... There's music, loud talking, drinking (under the disguise of some popular drink container), men watching ass shake in skin tight pants and women wondering what the hell they are looking at?
Did I have fun? Not really. Am I glad I went? Yeah, pretty much... I always say I am not going to go but I usually do attend. Will I go next year? I'll say that I'm not but I probably will. How long will I keep up this charade? Hell if I know...
The routine was the same... I walked around the campus w/ a group of guys I hung out w/ in college. We laughed, we ate, we reminisced, and we talked about people. We talked about the young ones, who we thought did not have a clue about how to manage college like we did, back in the day. In retrospect, who gives a shit if they don't do it like we did? Why would they have to? Actually, homecoming is intended for the alumni to come back and see how things have changed but the events seem to cater for the present students so I'm thinking, "...why even go back every year?" There is no real getting together w/ them. The fraternities and sororities cook, eat, and dance on their plot of land. Everyone else walks around like a bunch of well dressed transients... There's music, loud talking, drinking (under the disguise of some popular drink container), men watching ass shake in skin tight pants and women wondering what the hell they are looking at?
Did I have fun? Not really. Am I glad I went? Yeah, pretty much... I always say I am not going to go but I usually do attend. Will I go next year? I'll say that I'm not but I probably will. How long will I keep up this charade? Hell if I know...
Monday, September 12, 2011
A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway
September 12th, Monday... DAMN! The summer's over! Now what? The weather's changing and I need a plan. Maybe I'll put more time into watching sensible television? Maybe I will watch more football and basketball? I'll focus on the action more. Pay attention to the statistics. Maybe I'll pay more attention to who the players are? Maybe I'll go to more live games? I used to coach basketball... I might show up to see who's coaching what team now and reminisce about old times? Maybe the spirit of old rivalries will crop up and old scores will have to be settled? Maybe I'll get pissed off like I used to and start fights, only to have to be escorted out by security and question them about knowing who I am (was), which will fall on deaf ears because I haven't coached in 30 years and they won't know who the fuck I am, or was! Maybe I'll be hauled off to jail for being a public nuisances and create a criminal record that will follow me the rest of my life. (I'm 60 now!) Maybe I will set a bad example for the kids...! Maybe no one will want me around, like they did when I did coach?
Now that I really think about it, maybe I'll just stay home and watch games on television.
Now that I really think about it, maybe I'll just stay home and watch games on television.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway
July 14th, Thursday... DAMN! The summer months are messed up for sports fans! No football business (unless you call the lockout REAL football business!), the NBA lockout... Unless you are a Derek Jeter fan, a fan fell over the rail trying to catch a short thrown baseball! That's just bad news! Wait a minute... The women's World Cup soccor team is winning! Does anybody really care? No hockey news to speak of. Shit! It's just hottttt!!!
Monday, May 9, 2011
A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway
May9th, Monday... Yesterday I watched the Mavericks vs. Lakers NBA game. Yeah it was a lopsided game and Dallas looked like the better team. Hell, they "Hoovered" the Lakers in the series and they deserved to win.
I also saw the flagrant fouls delivered by Odoms and Bynum. I understood their frustration. Given the circumstance, it wasn't hard to accept their behavior. But, I didn't accept their behavior because they were frustrated. I accept their behavior because they have been walking around w/ that "sense of entitlement" attitude for quite awhile!
Hey, I get it! They have won BIG games, several championship rings and trophies... They have experienced tickertape parades and are talked about, favorably, in all the sports rags. But now, They have managed to turn all of that goodwill into garbage w/ 2 flagrant fouls!
There is nothing like watching the balloon of arrogance get deflated! It just doesn't seem to deflate like all the other balloons! The reaction by those who watch it isn't the same either. I know when I see a balloon deflate, I feel a sense of sadness. I sure as hell didn't feel that way after that game! I was cracking up! "Oh how the mighty have fallen! All of the "cockiness" went limp!
I didn't feel sad for Phil Jackson either. He's won enough games and championships. (Time to roll out Phil!) The zen thing has disintergrated. They are not listening to you anymore. The lava from the "meltdown" has covered their ears and they can't hear you anymore. The entitlement has blinded them from the mission. You are no longer relevant to them. Hop on your Harley and do a "wheelie" right on out of town.
I will always remember the Lakers as rich, spoiled, baby bullies who got their swagger taken away from them. I guess it really "...ain't no fun when the Mavericks got the gun!"
I also saw the flagrant fouls delivered by Odoms and Bynum. I understood their frustration. Given the circumstance, it wasn't hard to accept their behavior. But, I didn't accept their behavior because they were frustrated. I accept their behavior because they have been walking around w/ that "sense of entitlement" attitude for quite awhile!
Hey, I get it! They have won BIG games, several championship rings and trophies... They have experienced tickertape parades and are talked about, favorably, in all the sports rags. But now, They have managed to turn all of that goodwill into garbage w/ 2 flagrant fouls!
There is nothing like watching the balloon of arrogance get deflated! It just doesn't seem to deflate like all the other balloons! The reaction by those who watch it isn't the same either. I know when I see a balloon deflate, I feel a sense of sadness. I sure as hell didn't feel that way after that game! I was cracking up! "Oh how the mighty have fallen! All of the "cockiness" went limp!
I didn't feel sad for Phil Jackson either. He's won enough games and championships. (Time to roll out Phil!) The zen thing has disintergrated. They are not listening to you anymore. The lava from the "meltdown" has covered their ears and they can't hear you anymore. The entitlement has blinded them from the mission. You are no longer relevant to them. Hop on your Harley and do a "wheelie" right on out of town.
I will always remember the Lakers as rich, spoiled, baby bullies who got their swagger taken away from them. I guess it really "...ain't no fun when the Mavericks got the gun!"
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