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...

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.

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!!!