JSC Radio Ep. 42: East Bay Seasoning


PHILADELPHIA (JSC) —  Hey Now! What’s good, People! The People’s Podcast is back this week and we’re talking all things NBA Finals, including the Warriors’ complete and thorough de-pantsing of the Cavaliers as they regained the World’s Championship.

Remember, JSC Radio is on SoundcloudiTunesStitcher Radio, and Google Play! The show is also on Twitter at @JSCRadio!

Going forward, expect there to be an update every week when a new show drops — usually, but not always — every (other) Thursday.  Continue reading JSC Radio Ep. 42: East Bay Seasoning

Off Base: Baseball’s Black Out is Real


♠ 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.

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Flight Club: Getting Over Fear at 37,000 Feet


I Had To Get Over It Eventually…

“Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.”

— Jim Morrison

HOUSTON — Easter weekend 1994. That was the last time I had set foot on a plane. In fact, until Memorial Day weekend this year, it was the second to last time I had traveled anywhere south of the Mason-Dixon (I went to Atlanta in 1996…by car). I can’t really explain why I hadn’t, but I just, well, hadn’t. That particular Easter, we spent it in Miami. A year prior to that, my family and I had gone to Disney World in Orlando, and Busch Gardens in Tampa. As a young child we went on Family trips almost every year. Most of them by plane. I LOVED flying. It was fun. I remember going to California 20 years ago (which was the last time I was on the West Coast). We went to Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Oakland. It was great. Disney Land was a blast. We’ve flown to Florida multiple times, driven to New York and Philly, made numerous drives to Chicago and Cleveland, went to The Bahamas, and even flew from Birmingham, Alabama after my Uncle Tommy’s funeral in 1990 (after a 14-hour cramped and hot car trip from Detroit o_O!) However after the Florida trip in 1994, that was it. No more airports, or baggage claims or connectors. Just 16 years of driving everywhere. And 16 years of hearing about plane crashes…and that little thing called 9/11. Suddenly hopping on a plane wasn’t very cool to me anymore. I actually wanted nothing to do with air travel and avoided it at all costs. Then along came NABJ this year, in San Diego. Much too far for me to hop in my truck and roll out like I have done for years. I was fretting getting on a plane but knew I had to conquer that fear that had built up for the last 16 years. Let’s Go. Continue reading Flight Club: Getting Over Fear at 37,000 Feet

Growing Pains: Words of Wisdom from a Veteran Grown-Up


♦ 30 is NOT the “New 20”. It’s The “New 35″…♦

“Maturity is a High Price to pay for Growing Up”

— Sir Tom Stoppard, British Playwright.

Before I get rolling on this, I apologize for going nearly three full months w/out updating this thing. I have been bombarded with so many things that this blog somehow got lost in the shuffle, which is completely unacceptable. So for you, what few consistent readers of this blog that I actually have, I greatly apologize and Welcome back.

Well, now that I got that shit out of the way, let’s get down to business.

DETROIT — It is June 10th, which means college graduations have already gone down and high school graduates are springing up left and right. First and foremost, Congratulations to all the new High School and College grads, with a special shout going to all the new Alumni of Renaissance High School, Michigan State University, and Wayne State University (BTW: “Alumni” is plural. “Alumnus” is the singular form) . This means there are a lot of new people entering an entirely new world, especially if you are from Detroit because about 75% of you HS grads probably have never been outside of Detroit for more than 5 days at a time. As much as my family traveled during my childhood, including: New York, Miami (3 times), Orlando (twice), Tampa (Busch Gardens), Los Angeles, San Francisco, Oakland, Atlanta (twice), Philly, and Nashville, I never really got to know any place other than Detroit. So when I hit Michigan State’s campus for the first time as a student on August 28, 1997, it was a legit culture shock to me. Bluntly stated: I wasn’t used to being around THAT many White people. That was just the start of my growth, and today, I am hear to impart my wisdom of 30+ years of living on you youngsters. Let’s Go.
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