Tuesday, April 07, 2015

Duke BlueDevils R NCAAB Champions

And the Madness of March has concluded with BlueDevils as champions. It wasn't easy for Duke to overcome the size and sizzle of the Wisconsin Badgers in the tournament's championship game.  It was a back and forth battle that saw The Badgers lead by as many as 9 points with 13:43 left in the game.

With 13:17 on the clock Duke took a timout. When they returned to the court of play, Duke players began stepping up their game as the Wisconsin team seemed to unravel and look out of synch under the Blue Devil's defensive pressure and offensive attack. 

It was a game that truly demonstrated all the reasons why we sports fans tune in when there's a trophy on the line. Those tears of joy and pain being shed at game's end by players, coaches and fans, is all anyone need see to understand why the sports world has rightly labeled the month of march, madness. It was a crazed month of basketball that took us on one helluva ride. I shed tears because I simply hate to see it end.



Congratulations Duke Blue Devils on your Championship


Final Score
63
Final
68
12T
WIS313263
DUKE313768

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Co-Pilot DELIBERATELY Crashes Plane? Come'On Man!



Again, just when I thought it was safe to fly.  The scenario caught on the black box recording of the doomed Germanwings airline flight is straight out of a heart stopping nightmare. My nightmare.  Anyone who has ever had serious second thoughts about flying best take note; the skies just got a little crazier.

I, a traveler who takes a week preparing for the pain and suffering of flying with fear, have tried everything in overcoming this phobia I suffer.  From sleeping pills and cognac to books on tape to meditation and projecting my fears into another seat for the journey. All these have worked for me at times. But then there's always a new threat to my comfort in the skies.

A few years ago someone with a tube of something that could blow the plane out of the skies was caught. Another year it was the old lit match attached to the shoe tip that had some fool escorted off the plane. Recently airplanes have simply just begun disappearing into thin air, never to be seen or heard from again.

This week's cry the friendly skies moment came as a real shocker to those who have no hang ups about taking to the skies.  For us who dread and dream about air travel disaster, the horrific news reflects just one of the many nightmares we've awakened from with a gasp.  So sad and unfortunate that the travelers aboard the Germanwings flight will not be waking up from this all too real nightmare.

In my dream, the confident pilot exits the cockpit and passes through first class, nodding to passengers with that all knowing and loving grin; friendly as a new born babe peeking out from a blanket. He tips his captain's cap to some as he retreats to the private lavatory designated for those trained and entrusted with our traveling lives. 

All is well. Then a little unexpected turbulence........a little more turbulence.........now lots of turbulence as the engines make a stuttering sound and the plane begins to shake and shimmy. 

The once smiling pilot comes racing out of the bathroom, no longer resembling an angelic babe but instead sporting a look of total green panic. Us passengers react with fear and horror while watching our once calm and collected captain lose his cap and cool as he sprints down the aisle and throws his shoulder into the cockpit door. 

The co-pilot has secured the door from inside, overriding the door lock override. Some sick, predetermined notion inside the co-pilot's mind has him taking the plane out of auto-pilot and steering it directly toward the approaching mountain peak. With steady breath, clear eyes and no facial expression whatsoever, the co-pilot pushes forward on the handle that controls ascending and descending altitude. Forward is for descending.

With clenched fists, growling mouth and bulging red eyes, our captain begins banging on the cockpit door with all his might, screaming commands at the co-pilot inside to open up and let him in.  We feel the front of the plane dip sharply, an increase in airplane speed and the push back pressure of a quickly falling descent. I'm blinded by the pressure. All I hear are cries, screams and prayers.  The co-pilot never makes a sound and the descent never ends. Crazy.

A moment of silence is now in order for those aboard Germanwings flight 9525.





Lord, why when one of us is broken he or she turns away from your healing grace and chooses their own shattered will?  Lord, hear my prayer.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Golden State Warriors - On Fire

Eric be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
Cause to me, MC means move the crowd
I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist


Read more: Rakim - Eric B Is President Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

The Golden State Warriors continue to just "move the crowd."  A few nights ago at home, hosting the team with now the second best record in the NBA (Atlanta Hawks), the Warriors just blew the roof off the motha! 

As longtime Warriors fans we here in the Bay Area are covered in pock marks from pinching ourselves, asking over and over again are they that good? With the win over the Hawks the other night that question was answered loud and clear with a resounding Yes, Yes, Yes!

Not only can the Warriors all-stars assist, shoot and defend, but their bench players are doing just what's needed to bring home the championship trophy; they're stepping up their games and letting the starters rest a bit more down the regular season stretch. Andre Iguodala, Harrison Barnes, Justin Holiday, Leandro Barbosa.  Yes, "The Brazilian Blur" BarBosa! Lighting up the house with an up tempo style so dominating that good visiting teams are left shaking their heads in wonder and disbelief.

Its a NBA season that has us desperate Warriors fans drooling all over ourselves, babbling like babies at a three ring circus. Cotton Candy, Ice Cream and tons of Popcorn have been our basketball diet these past months. And we are going to continue stuffing ourselves with all the sticky sweets and buttery flavors until.....until......dare I say it?  Until we win it all dammit!  

I've always had a thing for that fabulous fat lady who can be heard tuning up her voice in anticipation of singing the praises of a champion.  From where I'm sitting, the bitch looks bored, waiting for what she and us Warriors fans believe to be inevitable; a return to a glorious championship title.

Yes, Yes, Yes! The Warriors 2015 have come out to play and win. Gold and Blue Baby, Gold & Blue....

As of this posting:

Jazz 11

(31-37, 14-20 away)

Warriors 16

(55-13, 32-2 home)





The Fat Lady Singing In 1978


Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Money Well Spent

Come on Raiders; you weren't able to land any big name free agents, you've got monies that must be spent, nothing big added to the offense so far and yet you still have two of your better players in WR Rod Streater and C Stefen Wisniewski unsigned?  

Why?

I understand that top NFL talent may not wanna bring their show to Oakland, so why not keep some of the talent that's already here? Streater and Wisniewski are Raider bred and should be made offers.  I do like what we've added on defense, especially in the linebacking corps, but our inability to add much on offense has me looking at these two young veteran Raiders for some help.

I know we've added the center from KC, but I feel Wiz could give us some depth on that O-line.  As for Streater, you could say he's been our best, most consistent receiver since being drafted, barring the injury.

Time for the Raiders brain trust to stop sleep walking their way through free agency and start making top athletes offers that they just can't refuse. What the heck is Adrian Peterson's situation? Someone make a phone call. Let's hope the Draft goes somewhat hotter than the free agency transactions to date. 



King Heroin

Heroin use has been on an epidemic rise in the United States for over a decade.  I once heard its effects being described as feeling on vacation, lying on the most blissful sea breezed beach, having the most intense orgasm of your life. Of Your LIFE!

I was introduced to the James Brown single "King Heroin" by my older brother in the 1970's, a decade that saw drug use and abuse reach record proportions. James Brown might not have been the most drug-free musician to sing an anti-drug song, but how he sang it made the message loud and clear to many of that generation; 
"Get your mind together and Get Away From Drugs."

Here we are forty-three years since Polydor Records released what would reach number six on the Hot Soul Singles chart; and still many of our young people are getting tripped up and turned out learning too late just why Heroin is King.  You don't really need a soulful song to highlight the dangers of Heroin, just find a nodding junkie with vomit-crusted lips after his morning taste and watch, and learn. 

Wonder why they call it Smack? Because it simply smacks you senseless to any and everything in your environment. You have no control over body or mind. You are at that moment of impact a zombie, barely able to stand, much less walk. Bodily fluids may seep, thoughts of any kind cease to materialize. You're as far away from family, friends and loved ones as a space shuttle launched into orbit. And your alone with no guarantee of return.

Sure there are bad environments in our world, but escape through drugs is no escape at all; its condemning yourself to one of the worse hell's on earth. You lose everything. And the sadness of it all is that those addicts who overdose and don't wake up are considered by some to be the lucky ones. To hear fellow addicts tell it, they're somewhere making love, enjoying the sea breeze. In reality they're just dead!



Lyrics to King Heroin
Ladies and Gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown

I wanna talk to you about one of our
Most deadly
Killers in the country today

I had a dream the other night, and I
Was sittin' in my living room
Dozed off to sleep
So I start to dreamin'

I dreamed I walked in a place and
I saw a real strange, weird object
Standin' up talkin' to the people
And I found out it was Heroin
That deadly drug that go in your veins

He says:

I came to this country without a passport
Ever since then I've been hunted and sought

My little white grains are nothin' but waste
Soft and deadly and bitter to taste

I'm a world of power and all know it's true
Use me once and you'll know it, too

I can make a mere schoolboy forget his books
I can make a world-famous beauty neglect her looks

I can make a good man forsake his wife
Send a greedy man to prison for the rest of his life

I can make a man forsake his country and flag
Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag

Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill
But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill

In cellophane bags I've found my way
To heads of state and children at play

I'm financed in China, ran in Japan
I'm respected in Turkey and I'm legal in Siam

I take my addicts and make 'em steal, borrow, beg
Then they search for a vein in their arm or their leg

So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex
I can make the most virile of men forget their sex

So now, no, my man, you must (you know) do your best
To keep up your habit until your arrest

Now the police have taken you from under my wing
Do you think they dare defy me, I who am king'

Now, you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail

So squirm -- with discomfort -- wiggle and cough (hack!)
Six days of madness, hah! You might throw me off

Curse me in name! Defy me in speech!
But you'd pick me up right now if I were in your reach

All through your sentence you've become resolved to your fate
Hear now! younng man and woman, I'll be waitin' at the gate

Don't be afraid, don't run! I'm not chased
Sure my name is Heroin! You'll be back for a taste

Behold, you're hooked!
Your foot is in the stirrup
And make -- haste!
Mount the steed!
And ride him well
For the white horse of heroin
Will ride you to Hell!
To Hell!
Will ride you to Hell!
Until you are dead!
Dead, brother! Dead!

This is a revolution of the mind
Get your mind together
And get away from drugs!
That's the man!
Back! Back

Tuesday, March 03, 2015

The Ides of March - Madness

The term "Ides of March" refers to a day on the Roman calendar, March 15th, which corresponds with the assassination of Julius Caesar in 44 BC.  You know, I've always liked that pre-combat gladiator salute, ("Hail, Emperor (Caesar), those who are about to die salute you").




We modern day sports fans know all too well the relationship between gladiator combat and the month of March.  The NCAA basketball tournaments' Selection Sunday falls on March 15th of this year, AD.  That's when the 68 basketball teams are selected to battle it out for a chance to be crowned champion of the college hard court. 

Not only will there be Spartans and Trojans vying for an invite, but every fighting bird, mammal, reptile, amphibian and a few pesky insects (hornets) representing colleges, will be hoping for a chance to ball and battle their way into the tournament. Last I checked there were 346 Div. I teams and only 68 spots (seeds) making up the brackets.  Once in the tournament, lose and your dead, gone, finished. Win and you move on to your next challenger.

If you ask me its the biggest and most exciting post- Super Bowl sporting event to hit the new year calendar. There's enough buzzer beating moments and adrenalin-charged action to drive you .................MAD!

Get ready sporting fans; the Madness of March is about to salute you!


Friday, February 27, 2015

Genetics, Anthropology, Race - Mankind

I finally found online this show I once watched that blew me away. It gives a pretty convincing scientific explanation about where human civilization began and the path of migration it took to populate the globe.  

Journey of Man is a show that educates its viewers with science that is easy to understand.  What'll blow you away is the eyewitness; when you see two persons on different continents with the same gene and similar facial features, you figure there must be something to this amazing discovery.

If I recall, the genetic scientist traces an abnormal gene around the globe and from that is able to put together a path that early man took in his long migration and evolution.

Watch, Witness and Wise Up; We are all from the same seed:


The Journey of Man: A Genetic Odyssey

Update: 
Thanks to inquisitive minds visiting this post, and someone or something named Godfrey, I was able to update this post with a currently working "Journey of Man" video. In 2015, I posted this incredible Genetic Odyssey video in hopes of sharing its educational lessons with others. I saw the value in it as a tool for teaching and uniting humanity.

In seeing the many grateful comments to the video on YouTube in recent days, it brings me joy knowing this incredible information is still reaching and exciting minds from many lands, young and old. When Man's journey is taught to the masses on earth, the chance for global peace and fellowship becomes that much closer to becoming a reality. Science suggests we all originated from the same source. Yes, we are All Human Beings! Not African, Not Asian, Not Caucasian, Not Greek or Arab. Human Beings! 

Any pathologist who performs autopsies will confirm the fact that regardless of race, ethnicity, nationality, language, genetic inheritance, the only differentiation between human bodies is gender (male or female). Although there are some genetic and physiological differences between males and females, the variations are not enough to classify them as separate species. In my experience many women and men would beg to differ. And as the proportion of women in the field of genetics continues to increase, we may finally get data to confirm or refute the "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus" debate. It was a man who wrote the classic guide to understanding the opposite sex.

It is when we differentiate and sub-divide the human species into races and ethnic groupings that we stop seeing ourselves in all human beings. I mean, how can someone bomb the city or village of his brother and sister? Only by labeling them other, to justify taking their land, freedom, rights, life. Ignorance, unfortunately, seems to be the dish ordered and served to the masses of humanity throughout history. Don't be fooled or misled, we are all brothers and sisters.

I hope to welcome any human being I meet into fellowship, my only criteria for he or she being they bring love, respect and equality to the ship. For those of us with visions of world peace, I believe we have learned it begins with inner self-love and peace, before it can ever be broadened to include human beings outside our own skin. The wise old saying "Know Thyself" was likely given as a precursor to knowing, understanding and loving others. It also enables us to love and respect this big, beautiful world we have inherited.

Raiderlegend 7/02/2025

Friday, February 20, 2015

Hell Yeah I Still Wanna See It! Floyd vs Pacquiao

Its Official! The long awaited boxing match between champions Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao is on and scheduled for May 2, 2015.  The young'uns ain't so young anymore, but the fire to face one another still burns bright. 

Forget everything you've heard over the years about these two tigers.  Forget what you've seen them do or not do in the ring in recent bouts.  Forget their ages, their championship belts and their wealth.  When these two step into the ring to face one another in May, no bet is safe as eyes and ears of every boxing fan in the universe will be tuned in to what has to be the most awaited sports event modern day media has hosted.


Between today's announcement and the bell sounding the start of the first round, much will be discussed, debated and disclosed pertaining to these two veteran fighters. Everything about their careers will be put under a microscope and analyzed to help determine who has the edge. 

Well boxing fans, I gotta tell you now, there simply ain't no edge.  This fight just ain't no ordinary championship fight. 

Barring a knockout or draw, the scorecard will likely not produce the actual winner.  The winner of this fight will be determined by the eyes and ears of those watching around the world. We as boxing fans know when a fighter has been beaten.  We hope to be treated to a clean boxing match that lives up to our expectations of these two champions.  We pray that the judges, promoters and gamblers do the right thing and let only the skills of the boxers determine the outcome.   

Professional Boxing has the opportunity to clean up its dirty ways and put on a clean production with the world watching. Don't let us down. Better yet, don't let Boxing down. We've all waited way too long for this one.



Black History Moment:  The first African-American champion of any sport was boxing great Joe Gans; father of the 'sweet science of boxing.'  Kinda resembles the first black President wouldn't you say?
Name: Joe Gans
Alias: Old Master
Birth Name: Joseph Gant
Born: 1874-11-25
Birthplace: Baltimore, Maryland, USA
Died: 1910-08-10 (Age:35)
Hometown: Baltimore, Maryland, USA
Stance: Orthodox
Height: 5′ 6½″   /   169cm
Reach: 71″   /   180cm
Boxing Record: click

Monday, February 16, 2015

Book of Negroes Mini-Series Begins



In July, 2013, I read one of the best books of that year for me. The title was "Somebody Knows My Name" by Lawrence Hill. I then posted my review on why I liked the book so much.  Well, I just discovered that tonight at 8pm, a mini-series film will begin airing on the BET channel. How can I not watch a film based on such a shattering book.  The film, "The Book of Negroes" is a mini-series that shouldn't be missed.  

The story is about slavery and the struggle to survive all its consequences.  For those of us who remember the social upheaval caused in the United States in 1977, when Alex Haley's book "Roots" was made into a tv mini-series and aired, it opened everyone's eyes to the brutal history of slavery in America. 

For those who know little about how Africans were captured, enslaved, shipped then sold in the America's as slave laborers, here's a chance at educating yourselves.  For others who know much about the slave trade, this story adds a few more pieces to the painful puzzle that was slavery.  

Blacks who chose to fight alongside, as well as covertly help the British during the American Revolution, were given passage to Canada by the British at the end of the war.  The heroine of the story, Aminata Diallo, is enlisted to help document some of the names and descriptions of the nearly 3,000 blacks "Black Loyalists" leaving U.S. ports on British vessels for a new home in Canada.  Unfortunately, their story and travels won't end their.

There are in fact two documented Book of Negroes held in archives to this day; One is in the United Kingdom Archives in Kew, London, and the other is in the United States National Archives and Records Administration in Washington, D.C.



   


Steph Curry's All-Star Basketball Skillz

Let's hear it for Golden State Warriors all-stars Stephen Curry & Klay Thompson.  "hip, hop, hooray!"

The two all-stars from Oaktown showed up and delivered in the weekends' NBA all-star activities.

The two went head to head in a three-point shooting contest Saturday night that saw Steph blow by everyone down the stretch to take the trophy. At one point in the competition he had 13 straight shots fall.


In Sunday's all-star game, OKC's Russell Westbrook might have scored the most points (41) and took home the mvp trophy, but Steph was the straw that stirred the western conference win with a dazzling display of ball handling and leadership on the floor.  

If sports fans heard the name but didn't quite know who Dell Curry's son Stephen Curry is; by now they've seen and heard why the raving reviews surrounding Steph continue to echo through the sports world.    On the grandest stage that is New York City, Steph delivered!

Final Score
East 158
West 163

Friday, February 06, 2015

Mammy Pleasant - Mary Ellen to the civilized and uncorrupted

Mary Ellen Pleasant

Don’t call her Mammy


Mary Ellen Pleasant at 87.
By Marian Halley
Nearly a century before Rosa Parks, neighborhood resident Mary Ellen Pleasant sued a local transportation company for not letting her and other African Americans ride. And she won.
Many details of Pleasant’s legendary life are open to question, but what is certain — and recorded in a plaque at the corner of Octavia and Bush Streets — is that she was a tireless worker for civil rights and a great entrepreneur.
The Mary Ellen Pleasant Memorial Park, the smallest park in San Francisco, consists of that plaque and six enormous eucalyptus trees that march down Octavia. The site was chosen because Pleasant’s property once occupied all of Octavia Street from Bush to Sutter and included a 30-room mansion and separate stables. It burned down in 1925 and was replaced two years later by Green’s Eye Hospital, which is still there and now known as the Healing Arts Building.
Pleasant was probably born in 1814 in Georgia into slavery, but was bought and freed by someone who recognized her intelligence and talents. She was later an indentured servant in Rhode Island, where she married an abolitionist who worked as a carpenter.
In 1852, Pleasant came to San Francisco, fleeing prosecution under the Fugitive Slave Act for her work leading people from slavery to freedom. She continued that work in California, sheltering people who escaped slavery and finding employment for them. She met at least once with abolitionist John Brown and gave him money to help with the cause. In accordance with her wishes, her tombstone, in Napa, states: “She was a Friend of John Brown.”
Pleasant arrived in San Francisco with a considerable sum of money left to her by her first husband. She invested it wisely: Her businesses here included laundries, dairies and exclusive restaurants — all of which were quite lucrative in a city filled with miners and single businessmen. In the 1890 census she listed her occupation as “capitalist.”
She had been a capitalist from the day she arrived here. According to an article in the May 7, 1899, San Francisco Call, on the day she landed wealthy bachelors came to the waterfront to engage Pleasant as a cook, her reputation for cooking having preceded her. The bidding went high. Then Pleasant added conditions, such as no dishwashing. When the highest bidder accepted her conditions, she changed her mind. The next day, she announced that she would open her own restaurant.
Her restaurant attracted prominent men such as Darius Mills, William Ralston and William Sharon — men who made their fortunes in the Comstock lode and who later founded the Bank of California. The young women who worked in the restaurant were told to listen to the dinner conversation and report back the financial gossip of the makers and shakers. Pleasant put the information to use in her own financial investments.

Pleasant's 30-room mansion stood at Octavia and Bush Streets.
While in San Francisco, she married James Plaisance, with whom she had a daughter. Her family relations were not good; she changed her name and had little contact with her daughter. The great love of her life was Thomas Bell, a Caucasian she met on the ship to San Francisco and who became her business partner and almost certainly her lover. Since her gender and race precluded her from engaging in financial affairs, she made her investments through Bell. Their joint fortune reportedly reached $30 million.
Her 30-room Octavia Street Italianate mansion, which she designed, built and furnished, became known as the Thomas Bell mansion. When she moved in, Bell did too, along with a Caucasian wife Pleasant more or less found for him. Because of this living arrangement, and because of rumors about events and underground passages at the house, it also became known as the “House of Mystery.”
Probably out of envy and anger at the enormous success of a black woman, rumors abounded about Pleasant’s manner of making money. For the same reasons, she was referred to as “Mammy” Pleasant, a name that persists in accounts to this day. She detested the insulting nickname, and returned envelopes addressed that way unopened. And when Thomas Bell died after falling down a flight of stairs, rumors suggested that she was responsible — even after the coroner’s jury found that the death was accidental.

Pleasant was on the front page of the San Francisco Call in 1899.
When Pleasant left her house in 1899, following a loud argument with Bell’s widow, the event was the subject of a long article in the Call reviewing her life. According to the article, “her connection with the ‘underground railway’ was an established fact and planters whose slaves she had helped cross the border to the free North demanded her life as a recompense.”
Mary Ellen Pleasant died in 1904, apparently penniless. She is a colorful figure in San Francisco history, but any two accounts of her life contain contradictory facts, and most include racist statements. She has made appearances in recent novels, including “Earthquake Weather,” by Tim Powers (1998) and “The Confessions of Max Tivoli,” by Andrew Sean Greer (2004). The most authoritative accounts of her life are by Susheel Bibbs and include a documentary film, “Meet Mary Pleasant, Mother of Civil Rights in California.”

Mary Ellen Pleasant (in black) is among the notable San Franciscans in a downtown mural.
SHE LIVES ON
Mary Ellen Pleasant’s spirit continues to resurface around the city.
• Pleasant made an appearance at the California Supreme Court in a summer 2010 exhibition in the Archive Room on the main floor of the court’s home at 350 McAllister Street. She is featured in an installment on the state’s early legal history titled “Civil and Uncivil: Constitutional Rights in California.” Her place in legal history was secured when a streetcar conductor in North Beach refused to stop and allow her to board. When a passenger urged him to stop, the conductor replied: “We don’t take colored people in the cars.” Pleasant sued, blazing a trail for civil rights in the state — and earning her another moniker as the “mother of civil rights in California.” She won, but the California Supreme Court overturned the judgment in her favor in 1868. Nonetheless, her case was the impetus for a statute passed in 1893 prohibiting segregation and exclusion on streetcars.
• Pleasant also appears in a mural in the lobby of the Monadnock Building at 685 Market Street. She is depicted in profile in the shadows of a mural titled “San Francisco Renaissance” with other local icons and rabble-rousers. Pleasant (in black) is among the notable San Franciscans included in a mural created by neighborhood artists Mark Evans and Charlie Brown. Others (from left) are politician Harvey Milk, actress Lotta Crabtree, architect Bernard Maybeck and dancer Isadora Duncan.
• And Pleasant is the main attraction in the San Francisco Ghost Hunt, a three-hour walking tour that promises to unveil the city’s “most notorious historic haunted places” and introduce “real ghosts from wild and romantic times gone by.” The tour begins nightly, except on Tuesdays, at 7 p.m. at the Queen Anne Hotel at 1590 Sutter, just across the street from the park in her honor at Octavia and Bush, where Pleasant’s spirit is said to endure.
Organizers of the Ghost Hunt warn: “People who say bad things about her in the park have had objects dropped on their head, or fallen suddenly as if pushed. The sudden appearance of a crow seems to herald Mary’s presence, and she has even taken her human form and walked among the trees and bushes. If you make a respectful request of the voodoo priestess on that corner, and find favor with Mary, it is said that your request will come true.”


http://newfillmore.com/fillmore-classics/dont-call-her-mammy/

Sunday, February 01, 2015

Seattle Blackhawks Lose Super Bowl


Someone associated with the Seattle professional football organization, must have enough power and money to dictate the outcome of a Super Bowl.  How else can you explain throwing a gift interception to the New England Patriots in your end zone to seal the loss? 



Come'on Man.  You've got the best running back in the league who can shift into "beast mode" gear whenever the game is on the line. You just got a miraculous catch that equaled or topped NY Giants wide receiver David Tyree's helmet catch in Super Bowl XLII. You have the opposing team on the sideline in shock as they hear yet another championship defeat knocking at their door. Then you dial up a play that has left everyone watching the game simply puzzled and shaking their heads wondering; was the freak'in Fix In?

It had to be less than three yards to the end zone, two at the most. One timeout and three downs with twenty-six seconds remaining in the game.  Did I mention the beast mode factor?  So here you go, second and goal, with the game in your lap. Do you quarterback sneak? Do you hand the ball to the beast? Do you fake the hand-off and throw maybe a fade pass toward the corner of the end zone? No, No and No.  


The Seattle Blackhawks chose to throw a bullet into the middle of a tight Patriots coverage at the goal line. Guess who came up with the reception?  I tell you, if the Fix wasn't in for this game, then it should've been.

Somethings Stinks in Seattle right about now. And all the winter rains in the northwest won't wash away the stench.

Say it ain't so Pete Carroll & Russell Wilson, 


Final Score
Patriots 28
Blackhawks 24

#81 Mr. Raider Tribute - (Repost)



Finally, former Oakland Raiders wide receiver Tim Brown is deservedly among the Hall of Fame inductees.  For Pride and Poise, no Raiders player past or present can top what #81 brought to the organization both on and off the field.  A family man, a lover of God and a representative of the best that the silver & black has to offer.


In 2005, the year I started this blog, I posted what was just my fifth post, an article about Tim Brown written by Oakland Tribune columnist Monte Poole.  I repost it here, some 1,800 or so posts later, because what was said then about Tim is still relevant today.  The sign of a truly great person is when what people say about them stands the test of time.  

In the article by Mr. Poole, Tim Brown is the shining silver knight that came along and helped change the perception of the Raiders as just a bunch of thugs, renegades and rabble-rousers. Sure, the silver & black continued to carry that dark Raiders Mystique, but Tim exuded a class and style that the media had no choice but to include in their depictions of the new Raiders.

So Thank You Tim Brown for lighting a candle where once only darkness shown.

Congratulations on your induction into the NFL Hall of Fame.





{Repost}

Brown helped Raiders grow up | From www.bayarea.com

By Monte Poole

THERE ARE NO snapshots of him in handcuffs in a squad car, no photos of him wearing a silly mask on the sideline, no tales of him walking a lion, holding a cobra or swinging a switchblade.

He did not drink, smoke, cuss or dive headlong into the nocturnal pursuits.

He didn't even wear shades indoors.

How on earth did Tim Brown manage to stay a Raider long enough to challenge Al Davis as the team's reigning icon?

Maybe it's because Brown was the mainstay, producing at a high level for a long time. Or because he spoke softly, thoughtfully and almost always with a purpose. Or because there was a dignity to his carriage.

In any case, it is profoundly appropriate that when Brown announces his retirement this month, he will do so as a Raider.

Not to be lost here, though, is the acknowledgment that Tim was a leader in the movement to get the Raiders to grow up.

The Raiders built a reputation during the 1960s and '70s by doing and saying things that create images. They partied as hard as they played. They were mean and nasty and they'd kick your butt all over the field, laughing at the sight of blood — theirs and yours.

Ted Hendricks and Tom Keating, on the field and off, were wild men. Gene Upshaw's nickname, Uppy, was in lights above a Jack London Square nightclub. Fred Biletnikoff waspart-owner of a bar-restaurant off Hegenberger Road. Ken Stabler prowled pubs from San Jose to Santa Rosa.

Dare we mention the treacherous exploits of John Matuszak and Warren Wells?

The Raiders were a motorcycle club in shoulder pads, defined by swagger, villainy, night life and an assortment of free spirits.

And along came Brown to slowly strip away this Animal House of ill repute.

The kid from Notre Dame wasn't alone; he had help from devout teammates like Steve Wisniewski and Jeff Hostetler. Of the three, though, Brown was the first to wear the uniform, donned it the longest and maintained the highest visibility.

Drafted on the first round in 1988, while the Raiders were in Los Angeles, Brown entered a place annexed from hell. The players openly disrespected first-year coach Mike , mocking him until Davis stepped in and replaced with Art Shell.

Brown, the polite and devout fellow from Notre Dame, observed the madness and took note. As he grew into his career, he presided over a locker room with its share of clowns — none of whom lasted very long.

By the time the Raiders returned to Oakland in 1995, they were barely recognizable. There was a distinct shortage of influential characters. They were a football team, nothing more, seeking respect in a new NFL.

Brown, by then 29 years old and a four-time participant in the Pro Bowl, was the epitome.

He was the team's primary spokesman, in baseball cap and uniform before practice and always — always — in a suit and tie after games. He generally was about as open and honest as good judgment would allow, whether offering an assessment of Davis or administering a

velvet-hammered lashing to the broad backside of wayward kicker Sebastian Janikowski.

Immaturity or inattention among his teammates was an affront to Tim's sensibilities.

Unless there was a specific inquiry, Brown made no more than veiled references to his Christianity. He's the guy who once reminded former teammate Napoleon Kaufman that it's fine to read the Bible, but he also had an obligation to study the playbook.

Don't get me wrong. Even if by established Raiders' standards Brown was downright saintly, he was not perfect.

Though he could twist cornerbacks into the turf with his footwork, he also could drop the easiest of passes. Like many stars, he could be transparently self-centered. He also could be sensitive to slights; we've had numerous discussions over some of the more critical content of my columns.

And though he deserves induction into the Hall of Fame, Brown never got his elusive championship ring.

Almost never, though, did Brown drop his core professionalism. Guys like Brown and Wisniewski made the Raiders a more palatable destination for dedicated pros like Lincoln Kennedy, Rich Gannon and Jerry Rice.

An old Raiders slogan refers to "pride and poise." No Raider ever symbolized these virtues to a greater degree than Brown.

He was not, however, the Ultimate Raider. He was his own man, conceivably the first and most enduring of the great anti-Raiders.