PHILADELPHIA (JSC) — I’ve been a fan of professional wrestling since I was 5 years old. 1984. The year before what would become a yearly tradition known as WrestleMania would begin. I was a WWF (now known as WWE) guy to start and as a kid you couldn’t tell me a damn thing about Wrestling. Saturday and Sunday mornings were the time for Hulk Hogan, Macho Man Randy Savage, Jake “The Snake” Roberts, and the Ultimate Warrior. When I got a little older, Saturday nights at 6:05 joined the party when the NWA (eventually known as WCW) came into my life. Suddenly, Ric Flair and the Horsemen, Dusty Rhodes, Magnum TA, and Sting were added to the rotation. In 31 years, I’ve seen damn near everything good and bad about pro wrestling. With WrestleMania 32 coming tomorrow, and me having a brand new podcast, I figured I would do the first of what will hopefully be many shows dedicated to Professional Wrestling. Not “Sports Entertainment.” PRO WRESTLING. Continue reading JSC Radio – Episode 5: WrestleMania
♠ If you build it… ♠
Baseball is a lot like life. It’s a day-to-day existence, full of ups and downs. You make the most of your opportunities in baseball as you do in life.
— Ernie Harwell
LAKEWOOD, N.J. (JSC) — The first major sporting event I can recall attending was in 1983. It was a game between the Detroit Tigers and Baltimore Orioles at Tiger Stadium in Detroit. You might wonder how the hell can I remember this so clearly, considering that I was just 3 years old in the Summer of ’83. Easily. My mother was leading me up the winding concourses and ramps in Tiger Stadium. As I’d figure out a few years later, we were sitting up in the upper deck along the left field line. After what seemed like an eternity of walking those ramps, it all opened up and it was the most beautiful sight my young eyes had ever seen. It was the field of Tiger Stadium. I remember it being a perfect, well-manicured green field; the infield dirt was perfect; the smell of pretzels and hot dogs was in the air; and the sounds of the game were everywhere. What should’ve been sensory overload for a little black toddler was nothing but excitement for me. I knew right then that this new game which, according to my mom, was called “baseball” would be it for me. The following year, the Tigers would win their (to date) only World Series of my lifetime and it was ON! What made baseball so easy for me to get behind back in the 1980s was the fact that there were so many big time stars in the game that looked like me. It was cool to be black and be into baseball. Now, more than 30 years later, I still love the game, but it’s a lot tougher to see that love coming back my way. Let’s Go.