JSC Radio Ep. 65: Flipping The Birds


PHILADELPHIA (JSC) — This was a hell of a week to be in Philadelphia.

What up doe, People! This has been a hell of a cool week here in Philly to be honest. This week’s episode — another landmark at No. 65 — hits on the aftermath of the orgasm of happiness that was the Philadelphia Eagles winning the Super Bowl.

As I’ve said multiple times the last few weeks, Philadelphia is a different kind of place when it comes to their sports teams — particularly the Eagles. The Eagles are to Philly what the Red Sox are in Boston, the Cubs are in Chicago, the Saints are in New Orleans, and…yes…the Lions are in Detroit.

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This No. 9 found a way to take command and win big games for the Eagles.

The Eagles last won an NFL Championship in 1960, predating the Super Bowl by seven calendar years. They wouldn’t reach their first Super Bowl until after the 1980 season, where they got laid out by the Raiders. It would be almost 25 years before they got back to the Super Bowl, where they lost to the Patriots in Jacksonville. The Lombardi Trophy, much like it is in Detroit, was an obsession in Philly. It was the holy grail. It was the Precious. Well, last Sunday, the Eagles obtained the Precious. And they did it in a way that few would’ve ever figured, especially after Carson Wentz’s knee went kaboom on Dec. 10 in Los Angeles, with lightly regarded journeyman Nick Foles out there throwing flames like he grabbed a Fire Flower and a pissed off defense. This week’s show talks about the Eagles influence on the city, the wild celebrations/riots that soon followed, the epic parade featuring one of the greatest promos every by Jason Kelce, and why these Eagles have all the things the Lions wish they had.

Plus, the NBA trade deadline basically turned into the Great Cleveland Massacre. 

Here’s Episode 65. Let’s Have Some Fun, y’all.

JSC Radio Ep. 65 Blog BannerComing up on Episode No. 65 of JSC Radio:

  • The Eagles win the damn Super Bowl.
  • Why this Eagles team, maybe more than others, is the perfect Philadelphia team.
  • The Eagles complete the Trophy Slam for Philadelphia.
  • I set you millennials straight about questioning the man about stats.
  • Jason Kelce may have just dropped the modern day version of “Hard Times”
  • Why the Lions would be good to find that chip the Eagles have on their shoulder and lose the sense of entitlement.
  • The NBA Trade Deadline came and the choppa started singing in Cleveland..

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Shouts out to Doc Illingsworth for dropping a ton of beats on me. Support him and buy his merch at His Website and get all his music on Bandcamp.

Rufio Jones Nigerian KingPlus, check out the new single from the homie Rufio Jones with his new single Nigerian King. Just in time for Black History Month! It’s as dope and ridiculous as it sounds. It’s also on iTunes. 

If you’re a hungry, grinding ass hip-hop artists and you want to get your music on on JSC Radio, e-mail me directly at: jason@jayscottsmith.com. To support the show and the website, check out our Patreon Page for Exclusive JSC Stuff for Patrons Only. This interview has been on Patreon for a few days and you could’ve heard it first if you were a Patron.

I want to thank those of you who continue to support JSC Radio and continue to help this show grow day by day. Feel free to support this show by subscribing, sharing links, giving me a rating and a review on Apple Podcasts, Google Play, and/or Stitcher and telling others as I continue to build this thing.

Until Next Time, That’s The Way It Is. Friday, February 9, 2018.

Take Care, God Bless, Always Dare to Be Different, and G.O.M.A.B. Σ

28 Days Later: Trayvon Martin & The Fear of the Black Youth


It Could’ve Been You…

“These Assholes Always Get Away!” — George Zimmerman, Feb. 27, 2012, before he hunted down and murdered Trayvon Martin.

DETROIT (JSC) — In my capacity as a working journalist and radio talent, I often have to dress a certain way. When I’m covering major events, I’m usually in some combination of a sweater, slacks, shirt, tie, and nice shoes. Please believe that your man cleans up very well. The other 97 percent of the time I’m out and about, I’m usually rocking some combination of jeans, gym shoes, my signature Detroit Tigers or Michigan State Spartans 7 3/8 fitted cap with either a t-shirt or hooded sweatshirt. Hell, when I was covering basketball and football games for Wayne State last year, I was often known as the cat who sat in the press box or on press row in the Wayne State hoodie and the baseball cap. I live in Michigan, where in a normal year — and we’re coming off the strangest and warmest winter in decades as well as a week where we saw four consecutive 80°+ days in mid-March — the temperature is under 65° about 55 percent of the time. My closet is full of hoodies: Wayne State Hoodies, Michigan State Hoodies, Detroit Hoodies, Fraternity Hoodies (as I write this, I’m wearing a black ΦΒΣ hoodie), and other miscellaneous hoodies. I’m ready for those mild afternoons and cold evenings. The old adage is that clothes make the man. It also seems that in 2012, clothes can also get you killed. Thanks to a vigilante named George Zimmerman, the focus has been thrown onto one of the touchiest of touchy subjects in America. While I think I’m minding my own business, to someone with a grudge, I’m suspicious and must be dealt with. We ride for Trayvon today. Let’s Go.

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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”

Fair & Imbalanced: Why Journalism is Being Held Hostage…


♣ Apparently Getting It Right isn’t what sells these days…♣

In Journalism, there has always been a tension between getting it first and getting it right.

— Ellen Goodman, 1980 Pulitzer Prize winner for Commentary

SOUTHFIELD, Mich. — In the Fall of 1980, an incredible piece of writing hit the front page of the Washington Post. The story was so incredible that it held the city and country on the edge of its seat. It was a piece called Jimmy’s World. It was written by Janet Cooke, an extremely talented Black writer who spoke multiple languages and went to some of the best schools in the world. The story was about an eight-year-old boy in Washington, D.C. who was a heroin addict, often shot full of smack by his mother’s live-in boyfriend. The boy was a product of a rape. In the aftermath of the story being published, people in DC were aghast and outraged. Dr. Alyce Gullattee, who was the director of the Institute of Substance Abuse at Howard, claimed to know the boy and his family. DC Mayor Marion Barry claimed that the city knew Jimmy’s identity (irony abounds on that one). The story was so riveting that it was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize. On April 13, 1981, Cooke won the Pulitzer. On April 15, 1981, she admitted she made the entire damn thing up. From start to finish, it was all a lie, from the boy, to the family, to the name. Hell, she even lied about speaking multiple foreign languages, and attending Vassar and the Sorbonne. She gave back her Pulitzer and was forced to resign from the Post (Then-Executive Editor Ben Bradlee wrote in his book “I can’t explain now why I let her resign rather than fire her on the spot for the grossest of negligence”). She became a pariah in the industry, never to be heard from again. No paper would ever think of hiring her. That was 1981. In 2010, she’d have been given her own blog and one hour special on Fox News. Let’s Go.
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