Imitation and Life: Volume X
A look inside the 'real' world of sports
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POSTED: Mar 14, 2010
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“Where have you been? I’ve beamed and beamed! Sorry, Miss – I was giving myself an Oil Job!”
-- Robby
the
Robot to Anne Francis - in “Forbidden Planet.”.
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Is Everything…
Former
tennis star Andre Agassi, in a new
autobiography, “Open,” reveals that he took crystal meth during his
playing
career – and tested dirty for it.
Somehow,
that little bit of information never came
out, because the Association of Tennis Professionals allowed his
bullshit
excuse for being high to skate; and Agassi was never suspended or fined.
Then the
little chatterbox goes on to imply he
tanked tennis matches (deliberately or no, it doesn’t matter) and that
he wore
a wig when his golden tresses were bouncing across court.
While
reaction from wife and former tennis great
Steffi Graf to this day has yet to be revealed, there just may be a
reason why
that tree falling in the forest with no one around – hasn’t made a
sound;
“You're
a
liar! You're a filthy, fucking, no-good liar. You don't have the guts
to tell
me the truth. Just say it! {I'm not lying}
Tell me!”
Reaction
by the mainstream media has been equally
interesting. The Mouse and
60 Minutes have handled Agassi
with
kid gloves; no rush to judgment as with Alex Rodriguez or Manny Ramirez;
or no
accusations of selling his soul for a buck as Jose Canseco was accused
of when
he wrote “Juiced” – which had more truth emanating from its pages than
anything
MLB commissioner Brat Selig and any baseball beat writer in the last 30
years could
ever concoct.
Former
tennis champs Martina Navratilova &
Marat Safin were righteously disgusted when they heard of Agassi’s
revelations.
Safin was especially critical, saying Agassi should forfeit all his
winnings
because of his previous statements about tanking and drug use…
But it
doesn’t stop there; Agassi goes on to say
he hated tennis! Now this coming from the mouth of Nick Bolliteri’s
prize
pupil; hmmm…you think somewhere Richard Williams is smiling? No shit!
I’ll take
two well-adjusted Sista Gals over one overrated jackass who doesn’t have
the
balls to wear his own hair any day…
“You couldn't buy her, though, that's what's killing you, isn't it? That's it - Stef - she thinks you're shit. And deep down, you know she's right.”
(Dialogue
between
Molly Ringwald, Andrew McCarthy & James Spader - in “Pretty in
Pink”).
Your
“Slip” Is Showing…
On
January 18, morning drive time radio
personality Mike Greenberg gave his listeners a wakeup call more
effective than
a double espresso (lemon peel optional) and Jolt cola breakfast:
“Mike
& Mike in the morning on ESPN Radio
talkin’ football with you on this Martin Luther Coon, er King Jr.
holiday –“
Preposterous,
you say? Don’t believe me? Hey –
listen for yourself:
http://woldcnews.com/videos/
So the
World Wide leader in Bullshit strikes again;
with another slap in the face to Black folks. Greenberg
would later explain what he said and why
he said it:
“I just came home from the Knicks game and found out about the mess that was created by my garbling a sentence on our show this morning; I apologize for not addressing it sooner.
And I'm sorry that my talking too fast - and slurring my words - might have given people who don't know our show the wrong impression about us, and about me.
I feel horrible about that, because nothing could be further away from who I am and what our show is about.
I would
never say anything like that, not in public, or in private, or in the
silence
of my own mind, and neither would anyone associated with our show, and
I'm very
sorry that my stumble this morning gave so many people the opposite
impression.”
My take
on this: Where is your level of contrition,
muthafucka? The same level asked for by scumbags like you when Black
athletes
make mistakes and pay for their mistakes?
That
statement was about as sincere as attempting
suicide - by jumping out of a basement window!
I’m sorry
– not enough bowing and scraping, bitch.
Don’t tell me you would ever say anything like in public or private –
because
you just did!
Garbling
“coo” and “kih” doesn’t even remotely
sound similar…but any lie in a storm once you start to feel the heat
from those
lightning bolts…
“Why you keep calling me Jésus? I
look Puerto Rican to you?
{Guy back there called you Jésus.}
He didn't say Jésus. He said, "Hey,
Zeus!" My name is Zeus.
{Zeus?}
Yeah, Zeus! As in, father of Apollo; Mount Olympus? Don't fuck
with me
or I'll shove a lightning bolt up your ass? ZEUS! You got a problem with
that?
{No, I don't have a problem with that.}”
(Bruce
Willis
and Samuel L. Jackson in “Die Hard – With A Vengeance.”)
Well I have a problem with you being on the air, you spirochete; especially after another worthless media fart named Tony Kornheiser got a two week suspension from ESPN – for dissing fellow reporter Hannah Storm’s outfit.
According
to several accounts, Kornheiser started
ragging on Storm on a radio show in February: "She's got on red go-go
boots and a Catholic plaid skirt – way too short for somebody in her 40s
or 50s
by now.
“She’s
got on her typically very, very tight
shirt. She looks like she has sausage casing wrapping around her upper
body ...
I know she's very good, and I'm not supposed to be critical of ESPN
people, so
I won't ... but Hannah Storm ... come on now! Stop! What are you doing?"
Kornheiser, a former
Washington Post columnist and analyst for Monday Night Football, then
made a
reference to the novel
Catcher in the Rye when he said:
"She's what I would call a Holden Caulfield fantasy at this point."
So, two weeks
suspension for some horny, arrogant asshole questioning one’s fashion
sense,
but no time for calling a respected civil rights leader a coon?
And you dumb-ass
muthafuckin’ Black athletes – and some media - continue to indulge The
Mouse;
and the Rats who work for them…what the fuck is wrong with you???
You’re either a
resented plantation field hand, or in the minds of some who want a
certain kind
of access, seen as.
“Yummy little monkeys.” (Sarah
Ann Morris in “The Replacements.”)
How many more of you putting
yourselves in vulnerable positions will it take before the double
standard
knocks you upside the head – and you realize these scumbags mean you
nothing
but harm?
“I'd rather be a cockroach on a baseboard up here {in Harlem} than the Emperor of Mississippi.”
(Daryl Edwards in “Brother From
Another Planet.”)
Pavane
for the Dead Princesses
The XXI Winter Olympic
Games are concluded; and the Paralympics are about to commence in
Vancouver,
Canada. On the heels of an explosion of Canadian pride and the greatest
hockey
game I have ever seen (Men’s final vs. USA) the image I am left with
after the
cheering has stopped are the women who died long before someone gave a
fuck
about them.
I am speaking, of
course about the victims of serial killer Robert Pickton, responsible
for murders
of at least 27 women and, according to statements made by him in prison,
committed 49 such acts.
The city has changed
much since my last time there. Still beautiful, but still cursed ground
in my
opinion because of happened before. Prior to the Games officially
opening, a
luger from Georgia, Nodar Kumaritashvili, was killed when his sled lost
control
– and he hit a pole at 90 mph.
While there, I was
berated by some for what I had written about this Olympics being built
on the
blood of these women; and one particular punk–ass thought he would get
me fired
from my job:
On Fri, Feb 12, 2010 at 10:51 AM, Jeremy Hainsworth < jhainswo@shaw.ca > wrote:
Mr.
Ingram:
I reported on Robert Pickton's preliminary hearing (to you a grand jury
hearing
-- neither of which is reportable by statutory ban on pain of criminal
penalty)
and subsequent trial. I have cried with the family members of the
slaughtered
women and broke down when that monster was convicted.
Please, please get your facts straight and respect the Canadian judicial
process so that some justice might come to these women and their
families.
This has been a totally horrendous experience for a lot of people and
glib
reporting about it is, in my opinion, unacceptable.
Sincerely
Jeremy
Hainsworth
---------- Forwarded
message ----------
From: Michael Louis Ingram <
michaelingram@blackathlete.
Date: Fri, Feb 12, 2010 at 2:02 PM
Subject: Re: Pickton
To: Jeremy Hainsworth <
jhainswo@shaw.ca
>
My reply:
Mr.
Hainsworth:
Getting
one's
facts straight is a good idea; I suggest you do the same.
When
Gary
Locke played co-conspirator with the BC and Canadian governments, it
was
taken out of Canadian hands, because it was no longer a strictly
Canadian
issue. Not that it would matter to you, but the Green River Killer being
in
Washington State should have given pause to the former governor to think
twice
about putting human lives in jeopardy in such a callous manner.
Like
you,
I feel empathy and anger for someone like this animal Pickton to do
what
he did; so please show reciprocal respect for the American public's
right to
know - and save your holier-than-thou BS for a column.
I
love Canada, and I lived here as a law-abiding citizen. Can you fucking
read?
I'm not going to have someone piss on me and tell me it's raining!
Serial
killers
are not to play with - on any side of any border; and all human
lives are precious.
What a
pompous prick – to think any human being
would be glib – about murder…
{They
kill...}
The sick, the abandoned; those who will not be missed.
{More than that.} They kill to survive. They kill to protect.
{Family?} Man kills for less. But in the end, it is all for the hunting
ground…
And that
“hunting ground” brought gold for some –
but was merely the foundation for future and further razing of what some
First
Nations people say is stolen land.
Once the
afterglow of winning is gone, some
Canadians may have a different view if that animal Pickton remains in
the news…
“You've seen them, haven't you? You don't have the eyes of the Hunter. You have the eyes of the dead.”
(Dialogue
between
Albert Finney, Dehl Berti & Edward James Olmos in “Wolfen.”)
And as for that other
asshole; carry your White Man’s Burden somewhere else.
“I
know all about your big laig daughter – and yo’ faggot son!”
(Ron
O’Neal
to Mike Richards in “Super Fly.”)
Ladies
First
The good
news in women’s sports is the performance
of the University of Connecticut basketball team. On the heels of a 72-game win
streak (at the time of this writing), the Lady Huskies are the belles of
B-Ball.
According
to the Worldwide Leader in Bullshit, the
bad news in women’s sports - is the Lady Huskies – for the same reason.
Criticism
about whether such a streak would be bad
for the men’s game would never be uttered. When UCLA won 88 games in a
row,
they were hailed as one of the greatest teams of all time; but now that a
women’s team endeavors to be the best they can be, something about the
feat
must be devalued; because white men can’t handle the premise of anyone
other
than themselves being superior in anything…
“Just
remember;
you can't win a pissing contest with a prick…”
A similar
attitude was presented north of the
border during the Olympics. The Canadian women’s hockey team was the
scourge of
the tournament; laying waste to all opposition via an astounding 46 to 2
goals
for/against ratio in their wins to the gold medal game against their
arch
enemies, the U.S. women’s team.
The
scorched- ice effort of the Canadian women
included 18-1 and 13-1 ass whippings; and it was delicious to watch.
While the
U.S. women held Team Canada to two goals in another awesome final, the
Canadians won fair and square.
Canadian
captain Hayley Wickenheiser revealed how
the team would often scrimmage against midget boys’ hockey teams to
fine–tune
their game; and therein lay the problem.
Because
of their foresight in desiring to be the
best, IOC chair Jacques Rogge, in his infinite arrogance, implied maybe
women’s
hockey shouldn’t be an Olympic sport; in effect punishing the Canadian
women
for being ahead of the training curve…
So the piling on never stops; a men’s team is excellent, it’s a dynasty. If a women’s team is excellent, they’re a disturbance…
“They say we’re a laughing stock; {What?} The Joke of Chicago {No!} Don’t get mad – get even!”
Meanwhile, back in the States, the clock is ticking toward the NCAA Women’s Basketball Tournament – and the vision of seeing an obviously annoyed Trey Wingo sitting with the very capable Kara Lawson and Carolyn Peck defeats the purpose of elevating the women’s game to lay audiences.
Dr. Deborah Strohman, a former student athlete and academic advisor at the University of North Carolina, verified this writer’s suspicions while appearing as a guest on the Blackathlete/blogtalkradio show, “The Batchelor Pad.”
“I actually witnessed this many years ago,” recalls Strohman. “Jay Bilas - we go way back. I played basketball in Virginia when I first met him and I was a coach at North Carolina while getting my Masters degree.
“I remember being at a Final Four when Bilas, who was part of the broadcast team, said, ‘I can’t wait to get off of this Women’s basketball assignment!’ Now this did not hit national news, but there are a lot of folks within women’s basketball that to this day will not speak to Bilas because of his attitude – that’s why you now have Wingo.”
As the grunting continues from the pig sty, it’s clear many Rats at the Mouse House (and beyond) still don’t wanna know what time it really is.
So when you peep at this year’s tournament, don’t be surprised if somewhere someone no, make that a lotta folks - are thinking…
“You owe me a new stop watch... you PUSSIES!”
(Swoosie Kurtz, Bruce McGill and Goldie Hawn in “Wildcats.”)
To be continued…
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