The Politics of Sports

What's going on with sports today. We currently live in what I like to call the dark era
Of sports. An era in which we hear more about steroids, ejections, sex scandels and dog-
Fighting, the any homerun, 3 pointer, or touchdown. What I don't understand is the "punish-
Ment" that these players receive. We already know that athletes and celbrities already get
The best of the law (although sports memoribilia companies enslave women to make their
Products But nt one talks about that) some of the punishment for players is insane.
I would first like To touch football.

As we all know, Michael Vick, former qb of the atlanta falcons was convicted of criminal
Charges of dogfighting and received almost 2 years in jail. Not only that, he name has
Been tarnished by the media and his credibility has been a facade of what it was when he
Was scoring touchdowns. He allowed someone who didn't have his best inteeest in mind,
Affect his future.

Now, let's talk about Donte Stallworth, WR of the Cleveland Browns. This man consumes
Alochol to the point where he bac is above the legal limit, drives and kills a person.
In comparison to vick, the ball was in his court, he couldve done other methods to prevent
The death. Vick did the dogfighting for money, stallworth was just drunk. He struck and
Killed a man...KILLED!! His sentence...30 days, house arrest and an indefinite suspension.
Stallworth was also spared of the media thrashing of his name....

Does anyone see what is wrong here??? You would kill a man and get a lesser sentence than
A man who contributed in dogfighting. Nonthelkess if each man wasn't famous they wouldve
Had more stricter sentwnces. However I think the NFL shouldve not be lenient to the
Stallworth incident. He killed a man, and inevitably will still play in the NFL, but no
One really knew the timeline of when or if Vick was coming back.this is one instance
Where politics do play a role in sport.

I'm going to make this a series of blogs...stay tuned for my part 2 of this, when I talk
About the steroid era in baseball..

Satiation

We all see homeless people and bums out on the street. Although we feel for them or sometimes wince at their stench or even talk about them, have you ever had the chance to think about how they got there....

Can I have some more?
Can you spare a dime?
Yeah you can walk past me, and its fine
But have you ever took the time, to look past the grime
To question the reason why I am homeless?
The reasons why my satiation has yet to be filled
And why I still have the urge to beg you?

Yes, I’m human just like you, 
And although the clothes and stench may have you fooled 
The truth is that I was ONCE in your shoes
But do you have any idea of how it feels to have everything taken away from you?
Blessed to have a family and a job,
To come home to a home cooked meal and alleviate my child’s sobs…
To hear the stories of my family’s day,
The 100 on the spelling test and the game winning catch at the little league game
The raise received at work, and the cries of my daughter who can’t find a date yet for the prom
Thought life couldn’t get any better
Until that fateful day when it happened to me
On March 28th 1993
My family was in the wrong place at the wrong time
Succumbed to wounds of a collision
And no they weren’t under my provision
Because it was under my suspicion 
That once 6pm Friday hit….something was wrong
I found out my family was gone………and I lost it

I LOST IT ALL!!!!
My family, my life…..my mind…..everything
After my release from the asylum, my lease was up, my job was too….and my belongings belonged to someone else….
So I began bathing in a nearby pond, 
Eating food at places that I wasn’t too fond 
And trying to receive clothes from nearby charity bonds
And seeing people slowly abscond 
Just to remain afloat
But see, when you have nothing in your possession
And no support to lean on, 
The possibilities of a second chance is remote 
So, Mr. Gates, can YOU spare a dime, although you have trillions
And can You Mr. Athlete help out a fan, although you have millions……I THOUGHT SO
Ostracized by society because I didn’t meet the societal norm
And I truly have seen how my education didn’t mean SHIT…if you can’t walk in an interview without a pressed suit. 
I really thought things would get better
Save for my only possessions…..$10.00, a Metrocard, a pair of jeans and this blue sweater

So….once again…have you thought about how I’m feeling right now
How I am surviving, how I maintain, how I’m just getting by
This dollar has meant more to me than ever before
And IM TIRED of being turned around by closed doors 
Running from place to place for satiation in the winter
If you were me, you would never take anything for granted
Because although the life that you live may be enchanted
Even Cinderella’s coach turned back into a pumpkin
No I’m not like this because I’m lazy, 
Nor do I say all of this because I’m crazy
But because my future seems hazy….
In these streets, taking it day by day.
No one to help me and falling asleep to the rattling sounds of
The change that is in my cup
But…..until that times comes, 
Where God can see my full potential, and I can live just fine….

Can I get some more?......Can you spare a dime?

I wonder

Have you ever gotten out of a situation or a relationship, and later on down the road thought to yourself "What if I was still with that person??" Well this poem stresses that 

So as I sit back pondering over the idiosyncrasies of the life that is mine
I often wonder “What if she WAS there?”
What if she never released her underlying grasp, still being the luminary in the blue on which I fancy?
Would life have become more qualitative of the quantitative sort?
Or would it have whittled away aimlessly like the minute sands in the hour glass?
So as you can see, the effect she had on me was profound

Hence as I contemplate, and as my thoughts blemish the sheet which I am scribing with my feelings, thoughts and desires
Time passes and as she is no longer in my presence, I am no longer entranced by her physical appearance
Nevertheless, she crosses the intersection of my cerebellum enabling my mind to go through a mental traffic jam
The cars symbolizing my feelings towards her and the traffic lights symbolizing the pessimistic synergies that have been assembled over the time that we have known each other
In this case they are continuously on red
So I speculate, “Would it ever be the same?”

Would we ever have the same compatibility as we used to?
Or will we disconnect like dawn and dusk?
This is the question that I must answer in the quest for content 
Was this the one that got away?
The one who fulfilled my ego 
And conquered the mellow meekness of my soul…
If so, then my pursuit for completeness continues in its longevity
Searching for one who possesses the 3-dimensional harmony of looks, intellect, and personality
If not, then perhaps it was in our destiny that our paths become intertwined
Hers mixed with mine becoming a force.
And as I sit, and this sheet is now stained with my thoughts
I’m hoping that a symbol would present itself with the next step 
But until then, these idiosyncrasies would just have to remain unsolved...

There She Goes

Here is a poem that I wrote called "There She Goes". This just talks about mustering up the energy and the courage to finally introduce yourself to her. 

Mmm…Mmm…MMM….DAMN she is fine!! 

Once again she crosses my path and my mind and
My heart swells up with the feelings that
Only I and God know

So as I see her walk on by I
Wallow away in the distance and
Thoughts begin to cross my mind of
How it might be if we were together

I think of drifting away with her alone with, 
Only us and the elements as our audience
I think of holding her petite body
And as I smell her aromatic fragrance 
I clutch to her like women clutch handbags 
I think of our bodies intertwining and 
The sound of her breathing and moaning as our soundtrack 
Then I think about the long nights I spend just
Enriched in conversation while looking into those stunning eyes and 
To no surprise I realize she may be the one 

Na …she’s more than just a pretty face and smile
Not poison but a hypnotic serum 
That is potent enough to send my mind into a frenzy in an instant and 
Have me tripping over my words like an infant

I start to wonder of the reasons why I feel this way. 
Is it because I know that I can be the Nubian King to her Queen 
Or is it her lips, her hips or her attitude that
Seem to keep me transfixed as if I need a fix 
To quell the addiction that I can’t fix

So I sit here… 
And ponder to myself that
Maybe I should introduce myself or
Make it known that I exist

I can see it now…
Today will be the day that, 
I sweep her off her feet like 
Prince Charming did to Snow White or 
Dad did to Mom or 
She did to me…
Yea I know….she doesn’t know yet so 
It’s up to me to break the ice with 
A toothpick as my only weapon
And her beauty as my motivation 

I want to take it one step at a time but 
The first step is like walking on glass barefoot

So I take one gulp and make my move in her direction, slowly so 
She doesn’t notice I have been watching her every move and
I can start it off with small talk to 
Chip away at the ice. 
How’s my breath… cool. 
I start to approach and say hi but...


Damn…..there she goes. 

 

My first blog....hmm

hey guys,

This is my first time writing a blog. SO i will use this as my personal canvas> I will post short stories, poems or whatever is on my mind. I will also post topics of discussion.

Welcome to my realm.......and enjoy