#TBT on #JSC (May 16, 2013): FANtastic Voyage


Back In The Days When They Used to Really Ball… 

DETROIT (JSC) — Greetings people. It’s another Thursday and after a crazy week, I’m back at you guys with another edition of #TBTonJSC. After last week where I blogged about my love for 80s TV Theme Songs — I still can’t get The Greatest American Hero out of my head — I’m staying in the 80s with this week’s check in. In the midst of shuttling through the various 80s themed gems I found myself cycling through old NBA Games and Intros from the 70s and 80s. For the youngsters out there, for most of the 1970s all the way through the 80s and ending in 1990, the NBA was on CBS. All of the great moments of the greatest decade in NBA history were on the Eyeball Network. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t grandiose. It was just great basketball. With the NBA Playoffs at full peak, I think it’s appropriate to show love to the home of the NBA during my Childhood. You know, back when it was FANtastic. Let’s Go. Continue reading #TBT on #JSC (May 16, 2013): FANtastic Voyage

Hate Crimes: My Manifesto on “Haters”


You’ll Probably Hate This…

“If you are talentless, without ambition, morbidly obese, illiterate, or foul smelling: You do NOT have Haters! Some people just don’t like you.” — Carmelita Wingate. Longtime friend, from Twitter in 2009.

DETROIT (JSC) — I sit here at this desk as a 32-year-old Black man from inner-city Detroit. I have a small number of people I call my true friends. I have an even smaller contingent of people I call family. I have acquaintances, confidants, Frat brothers, Sorors, and people who are just fans who are along for the ride (thank you for the support by the way). I also have people who don’t like me, care for me, despise me, or even waste a nanosecond of their time thinking about me. This too is just fine with me. The one thing I do not have, will not have, and never have had are “Haters”. Not one. Nobody. I mean, I’ve had people who didn’t support me or what I was doing. I’ve had countless people who didn’t like me. Hell, when I was in Lansing six years ago, there was a cat that I’d never met running around Lansing claiming that I was bisexual and he had seen me in a club with a man. When I confronted him about it, his ass suddenly bailed off the other end of the phone and hid behind his girlfriend. TRUE STORY! I get it. MFers are not going to like me, and guess what: I’M FINE WITH THAT! Hell, I’m an acquired taste as it is. Not everyone is gonna get it. But here’s my issue, part of the problem with this country as a whole, and the black community in particular, is that we are too busy worrying about people who don’t like us. We crave their approval and use it as some sick & twisted motivator. It’s time to face facts: You don’t have “haters.” As the above quote says: “Some people just don’t like you!” Let’s Go. Continue reading Hate Crimes: My Manifesto on “Haters”

Mind Games: How Mental Illness in Sports is No Laughing Matter…


Being “Crazy” isn’t all it’s cracked up to be…

“Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy.”

— Nora Ephron

Editor’s Note: I originally started this blog on September 29, 2009, but got sidetracked by life and never got around to finishing it.

SOUTHFIELD, Mich. — To be a professional athlete, you have to be a special. Physical gifts, mental toughness, strong will, and a competitive fire are all key to success. And, well, you also have to be a little crazy. You have the zany old-school craziness of late Detroit Tigers pitcher Mark “The Bird” Fidrych talking to the ball, and grooming the mound. You have the outlandish behavior of Hall of Famer Rickey Henderson, who declared himself the “greatest of all time” when he broke Lou Brock’s stolen base record (with Brock standing next to him), slid into home plate after hitting a home run for his 3,000th career hit, and often spoke in the third person.  You have the nuttiness of former Boston Red Sox pitcher Bill “Spaceman” Lee who amongst other wackiness claimed that his marijuana use made him impervious to bus fumes while jogging to Fenway Park. o_O This type of eccentric behavior behavior is good for a laugh, doesn’t really hurt anybody, and actually adds to the appeal and charm of a player. That’s not what I’m here to talk about. This blog deals with the not-so-sunny side of nutty that goes either unnoticed in pro sports or, worse, is ridiculed by those who don’t understand it.

Continue reading Mind Games: How Mental Illness in Sports is No Laughing Matter…