Full-Length Bubble Coats

Years ago in college, me and my fri3ends were hanging out at the apartment one night. Nothing was going on at the moment since it was fairly early in the evening. We were in there shooting the breeze in a good ol' college town environment. The whole crew was there so to our surprise, there's a knock at the door. I go to answer it, wondering if its a police officer or somebody trying to complain of us being loud(although, we really weren't). I was just really trying to figure out why/who was knocking at our door.

I open it and to my surprise, it was this young lady that I knew from school. Fine looking lady at that...

She had shoulder length hair. Smooth skin. Curvy within the parameters of a 5ft 4 inch frame. She also had glasses. I have a thing for glasses since I, too, have to wear corrective lenses. The funniest thing about her was that she knew the words to Black Sheep's entire first album("Wolf In Sheep's Clothing"). I found this out one day while walking by while she was working the front desk of one of the dorms and the CD was playing. She had the flows and pace down pat. It also helped that the song that was playing when I caught her doing it was "La Menage". After that, I couldn't get her attention to holler. So I had by this time given up on getting the panties.

She was standing in the hallway outside my door, wearing a trench coat. I didn't look long enough to see if she had clothes on underneath or even some "Fuck Me Pumps". By the time she recognized that it was me and I recognized her, she quickly asked for one of my friends. Without flinching, I called my guy in the crew that she asked for. He got up, grabbed his coat, and darted out the door with her. All the while saying "Aiight fellas! I gotta go now!!!!"

It was the classic "I got some pussy to beat up!" move....

We all recognized it right then and there. The rest of the crew asked me what she had on and just like I'm telling you, that is all I saw. Its enough for me to believe that this young lady pulled the same move Robin Givens(and countless other women) did in "Boomerang.




The trench coated visit is a well-honored move in the world of The Infinite Pursuit of Ass(IPA from here on out in this blog) that is practiced by seductive women the world over. Its not so much predicated on universal looks, but moreso on seduction. At least from a guy's point of view, its seductive. Technically, though, its pretty damned assertive for a woman to show up unannounced in a coat and some panties(AT MOST) at a lover's place of residence expecting him to be instantly turned on. Its a blatant call to action by her and the guy has to answer the call no matter what. There is no gray area. It eliminates any bullshit from being tossed. For if there is any, its over and done with.
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But now, its winter time.

A thin trench coat ain't going to cut it! Especially where I live in which the winds blow so hard they have been known to cause scars, injuries, and infrequent tears to roll down one's face. One learns how to walk backwards in Chicago because its better to bump into an inanimate object than to face the blowing wind with an exposed face.

A woman needs to adapt to the weather change as well. She doesn't have to stop making moves just because its cold outside. Sheeeeeeeit....all she needs to do is trade in the trench coat for a full length down, triple fat goos/bubble coat. Its doable and has been done. If you don't believe it, go to the club....

(Some Thursdays)Friday and Saturday night, go to a spot that has women under 30 in there. Post up across the street or nearby within view and watch how many go in rocking full length coats. Try to have a guy on the inside, though, so he can tell you what they have on once they remove their coats. Chances are, a good percentage will have on some knee/thigh high boots and a short skirt(maybe even some paint on jeans) or a pair of leggings underneath all of that.

Its an amazing thing to behold.

Minds like that of a guy will have no idea, no clue as to what was on underneath that facade of the full length down coat. Its a revelation of sorts to go from thinking that she's practical on the outside, but hiding some rather devious garments under that. There is an overall joy in seeing the sharp twist take place when wome do this.

The larger idea is that when doing the trench coat surprise you are showing your beau that you are not allowed to tell him what you want from him. Not what you want in general. Not what you like either. But WHAT YOU WANT!!!! It removes from the board any guesswork that is usually around in the dating game.

What I like

The things I like to look for in a woman are:

Truthfulness
Intelligence
Gentleness
Humility
Talent
Politeness
Understanding
Sexiness
Smarts
Youthfulness




In otherwords T.I.G.H.T.P.U.S.S.Y

I'm just saying....

Who ever designed the uniforms for Women's Volleyball was a genius.

No Shave November

Me and some cats from college decided to partake in "No Shave November" this year. Here is how it turned out for me:



My beard was looking rather luxurious!!!!!!

Its been a while since I grew it out.
More than a few years, really.
Now that its December, I I'm not sure what to do with it.
I do know that a trim is necessary.
But, I might go for some chin-strap action soon.
Or before the new year starts.



I remember when I first started growing chin hairs in high school. It really was some exciting event to see a small hair coming through, trying to curl up into a nap. My Pops didn't like it at all! He had to shave for his job and used to have the bathroom straight funked up with the Magic Shave powder he used. He didn't despise it too much, though, because he taught me how to use clippers instead of a razor blade. He did that out of fear that I would develop scarred skin and bumps like him. Anyways, the whole experience was best summarized here:

Teamwork

Ice Cube

Remember fresh out of NWA era Ice Cube?
What about "AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted" Ice Cube?



This was 20 years ago!!!!
We've had ANOTHER Bush as president!
Donald Trump is rich again!
But, Jim Baker is long gone(RIP)!

I'd like to think that if Cube and DJ Pooh(Sir Jinx, too!) got back together one more time, they might be able to recreate the music they made like this classic!

At least make the videos with this kind of comedy...

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!

I don't know why this isn't on the same level for Black folks and Thanksgiving like "This Christmas" is for Jesus' Birthday....

G.R.I.T.S.

Girls
Raised
in
The
South
(If ya ain't know)

And this is their unofficial anthem...




Also, one of the items on my bucket list is to see Franke Beverly & Maze before them dudes fall 6ft under...

Speechless

Even if it ain't him, this is still a "Win" in my eyes!!!!

Warning

Never trust a big butt and a smile



Yet, I always see women with phat asses smiling so lovely!

Before I Let Go

"Never make moves until your heart and mind are in agreement"

Everyday

I had this on a Slow Jams CD a few years back.
You can't say that it ain't a banger!
Yeah, nobody could make me change my mind on it either way...
Another song that wasn't a released single, but when you listen to someone's whole album, you may come away with a personal favorite!

A word from the wise

Colored Girls

Crayola now has meaning in my adult life!!!!

Eye Hate U

Everyday during football season, we would have practice outisde. Going through drills an, working on plays and letting everybody know what to look for and how to respond to what we might be facing against that week's opponent. Then, we would go back inside the school, take off our pads, change back into our regular clothes, and the head to "film session". We were a Chicago Public School with a "limited budget", so most of these "film sessions were less movie watching and more hearing our coach's recorded tape message from him scouting the other team. All the while, diagraming what he saw on the chalkboard.

I told you we had a limited budget!!!

On most days while were in the process of transitioning from the field to the classroom, there would be a slight delay in getting everybody together at the classroom. Those who got there early or on time would wait in the hallway outside the classroom until the rest of the team, and coaches, showed up for the session. It would take 5, 10, maybe even 30 miutes to get everybody there, including the coaching staff. Needless to say, there would be a lull in the action. If you know teenagers, you know that our idle minds were the Devil's playground. And, man, our collective mindsets must have been a theme park to that devil.




This song had just dropped and was getting radio play something serious. IT WAS PRINCE!!! he had dropped the name and was already going by the symbol. So cats on the radio were calling him "The Artist..." and shit. My teenaged mind soaked it all up. I didn't really know about "Darling Nikki" or even "Adore". I knew about "Alphabet Street" and "When Doves Cry" so don't side eye me for too long. But this song right here?

BLEW MY MIND!!!

We had this one guy on our team that couldn't, really sing, but he liked to listen to music. His name was Jesse and he was our back-up quaterbackGuys like that have the tendency to hum a tune that they like in public. Not loudly, though, because they will be politely asked to be quiet due to lack of skill. Jesse, unlike myself, knew about some Prince. He and some of his family were serious fans. So when "Eye Hate U" came out, he was on it. One day while we were waiting for film session to start he mentioned the song and started speaking the trial part "Your honor....".

It got a good laugh out of the teammates that were there. He went on a few more times that day with that line. It was cool. But then it escalated once we got into the actual film sesion. We were reviewing film and one of the players had made a mistake on the field. Perhaps on coverage of a blocking assignment. The coach asked the player what was he thinking. he went on to ask the player to explain his poor decision.

There was silence.

The coach asked the player again. Why did he make that decision on that play.

Silence still.

The coach turned to him and looked at him.

"Your honor...."

The player was Jesse...

We all broke out laughing.

By this time, the coaches had heard about Jesse's impersonation and mimicry of the song. Even the head coach had to crack a smile. Jesse admitted his mistake and the film session continued on. Albeit at a much more relaxed pace.

Jesse, was a fool! This cat would act out "Weekend At Bernie's" where instead of Calypso, he would reanimate himself using some DJ Chip or Deeeon. He'd start laying on the floor in the hallway like he was a dead body. One of the other players would start doing a housebeat on the lockers or wall while somebody else would get the chant going(Always gotta have a chant like "Big Booty girls/They talk alot of shit..."). As the makeshift music started going, Jesse would move and become animated. All the while lifting his body off the ground to where he was standing up and juking to the beat.

It was simple and clownish, but it allowed for the team to pass time and relax in between field and film sessions during the week. So whenever I hear this song, I usually think of this event.


That, and one of my ex-girlfriends that went to Lindblom....

Talk That Talk Part2

I'm for this on so many levels.....

Miles Davis and Gil Evans

Ever notice how Spike Lee uses jazz in his movies?

This composition is originally from Miles Davis' collaboration with Gil Evans called "Sketches of Spain" where the duo utilizes a Spanish theme throughout the album. Apparently jazz listeners and intellects thought it was not Jazz at all. Since the playing and instrumentation is not as improvisational it was lacking in one of the main tenets of Jazz at the time. For me, and other as well, it is undisputedly a Jazz Classic.




This song was used in Spike Lee's "She Hate Me", during the scene where Jack Armstrong(Anthony Mackie) was wandering about Times Square in the days after he was let go from his job. You know the film's synopsis, so I won't go any further. This scene just showed NYC and with visuals of people on the street, some locals, others tourists and how the area just gave off this...vibe of some sorts when placed within the context of the character's situation. This feeling was accentuated by the music created by Davis & Evans in this song.

See the rhythm of Elvin Jones' snare and the finger snaps, which are syncopated to sound like maracas, create a sound like some one is marching. Like a drone in an ant colony. It thus creates a hustle n bustle of some sorts similar to a bustling NYC street. When the horns come in, that's when you realize and pay attention to the traffic in the street. Both entities, sections of sound and rhythm, are working together but are seperate. Visually, at least, but the way Gil Evans arranged the music, they have to cooperate. All the while, the character of Jack Armstrong that is on the street but not going anywhere. Yet still having to find a rhythm, a place among those also in the street, is akin to Miles' trumpet playing. Just weaving in and out...

Thankfully, this scene reintroduced me to this wonderful album. I somehow had forgotten all about it in college because my peers were just discovering "Kind of Blue" or "Birth Of The Cool". I wasn't a stranger to Jazz or those records because my father had already introduced them to me. But as a young teenager, I sgruged it off and thought nothing of it. Years later and maturity somewhat developed, I realized the mistake that I made. I knew that Miles Davis and Gil Evans were one of the best collaborators in music. They are up there with Gilbert and Sullivan. Ridgers and Hammerstein. Bacharach and David. Timbaland and Twista. Along with "Birth of the Cool" and "Sketches of Spain", they also created for us their interpretation of "Porgy and Bess" and "Miles Ahead".

Another Dusty Classic

I always enjoy listening to the Saturday Night Dusty Stepper set on V-103 with Casper as the DJ. He plays some deep in the crate classics that have me jammin while en route somewhere. Its an odd way to pre-game, but I have to do what's good for me. Just this past weekend, I heard this on the radio. The last 2 minutes are what I love best. The vamp/bridge of the song where the band just plays on and the group improvises.

Jerome Benton

Its good that we have a friend like Jerome Benton in our circle of friends.


All praises and honors go to the nigga Jerome Benton.

He is also in the parthenon of do-dirt niggas worldwide!!!

You never know when you'll need that homeboy(girl) to do some dirt for you on an everyday basis. Like, handling an unruly person on the street. Or helping you handle some business matters like running a club that has an amatuer night. Rarely are they skilled to also help you impress some creole woman that is pawning her family jewelry to support her lackluster music career. However, they're more than a manservant/hired help like Rochester though. They might put you in place, but they will never bitch and moan about their salary because, well, they ain't getting paid in the 1st place.

They will however point out to you that the rewards for their wingman assignment needs to be renegotiated if the brevity of the female friend's unnattractiveness warrants so!

Sole Mate

RIP Gregory Isaacs

Washington Post reports the sad news...

Jokes

Messing around with Disney

Mythology

The Baron





I also like to speak lewdly, drink rum, smoke a cigar(I can't due to weak lungs), and tell dirty jokes, too!!!!

Tangled Webs

A few years back, I'm chatting it up with my guy about random things. We tend to do this because we have the same birthday. Its always very random and brilliantly ignorant, if you can imagine. We talk about women that we know and the thing rumor mill going on about them. One name came up and after some discussion, my friend started talking about one of her homegirls.



Come to find out, his older brother had"an arrangement" with said homegirl. Ok, nothing scandalous. But then he shows me the picture that his brother had sent to him of the homegirl butt-ball nekkid. After seeing her in tight fitting clothing and chilling in her dorm room, it was good to know that my imagination was not far off at all.

Two years pass and said homegirl graduates, moves back home, keeps messing with my guy's brother, and then becomes engaged to a different man.


Follow?
Yeah, so although Facebook cannot be used as a primary source, it does keep you abreast on the life happenings of other folks. At the very minimum, I could tell that she was in a very serious relationship with the random guy that is not related to my friend.

Some time later, I finally meet my guy's older brother. Same dude that was messing with the homegirl. The same homegirl that is supposedly engaged to another guy. I ask him flat out if he knew her or who she was. He did not deny knowing her. I press further and he admits to having "an arrangement" with her. He goes even further to show me a couple more pictures of her that one day will find themselves on the HomegrownFreaks.com website when I log on.

No, I did not ask him to send those to me....
(I should have though!)

Now, the good news of this story is that I had a job interview out of town last week. Where I went, I was able to link up with my guy and another one of our friends. Time was at a premium, so we went to a local burger joint to eat and talk shit before I had to hit the road back home. As we were finishing up our meal, our mutual friend ran into an old friend that he knew from his days in high school.

It was a quick exchange since the other guy was just passing by and headed to more pressing matters, I'm sure. As soon as the guy was out of earshot, we ask out friend who that was. Our friend goes on to tell us where dude went to college and that he had just got married. Our friend went on about how cool the dude was and how they both are members of a community/social board that had just finished a major event for them. Our friend was about to switch subjects when he remembered that the bride of his cohort had also went to our school.

Due to the string of weddings that have been occuring since 2008, I really didn't think too much of it or press the matter of the bride's identity any further. But my guy did.....

The bride was she of the "arrangement" with his older brother and the infamous pictures.

Twas a good thing we had already paid our tab and left promptly just in case dude had came back within earshot!

Well, would you....

If you were working the front door at a club, and he was next in line, would you charge him THE cover amount?

Bring back Blade

These next generation vampires wouldn't know what to do....

Sweetest Day

The only 3 things I need to do to celebrate....

Billy Strayhorn

....Today's National Coming Out Day



Duke Ellington would have been only half as good had it not been for the contributions of arranger, Billy Strayhorn!

To all the Big-Legged Women out there

This just further proves that y'all have been loved and admired since the days of jook joints, brown paperbag tests, and signatures only requiring a "X"....

Forehead and Booty

This man right here has provided me with some of the best insights during young adulthood.


We met during freshmen orientation in college and have been tight ever since. He's a funny cat.

One day, we were chilling at the spot just shooting the breeze with some other friends of ours. Not too far away, there stayed some chicks that I knew. I was cool with them, but my friend didn't really know them personally. One of the neighbors saw the group of us outside talking and decided to come over. My friend was introduced to her and a short conversation ensued. After a few minutes, the neighbor went on her way, and we resumed our previously schedule chitt-chat.

Did I mention that the entire time that the neighbor was talking with us, that she was talking to us about herself about some bullshit?

The woman was pretty self-absorbed. She had the ability to make any conversation about her. Actually, she wouldn't converse with anyone unless she was able to insert *her* into the topic. All this to say, her only redeeming qualities were her physical attributes. She had a messed up smile and 5-head. Her smile looked so insincere and forced like a sales associate from Zayre or Goldblatt's in Lake Meadows. The one thing that she did have going for her was her nice round butt. It wasn't really big. It was nicely shaped, she had some child-bearing hips, and some solid thighs.*

Yeah, that's her style....
And my friend picked up on it during that very short conversation. He picked it up so well, that not a minute after she was out of earshot, he said the following that shall remain in the "Quotables Hall of Fame"


"She should be called 'Forehead and booty'!!!! Because all she's good for is head...AND ASS!"

Once he said this, we all laughed hysterically....BECAUSE WE FELT THAT IT WAS TRUE!!!!

In hindsight, she only looked good due to lack of competition at the time. The situation in college was at a low point when it came to fine women at MU. The top prospects and blue bloods had graduated and the same calibre were not enrolling like they used to. It was like Boise State playing in the Patriot League. I feel that she was destined to become the trophy wife for a washed up 5th round NBA draft pick who spent 3 seasons riding the pine in the Czech Republic or the cast memeber that gets kicked off after the first season of the next "Real Housewives of..." show on Bravo.

Anyways, since then, I've found myself quoting my friend whenever I come across a (somewhat) attractive woman that fails to provide anything redeemable other than her looks. I could care less if she knows that is how she's getting by in life or not. It is quite hilarious when they know that they aren't the sharpest tool in the box, but yet try to overcompensate this by "learning something"...I say this because it's the next step before patting them on their head like a toddler, telling them "Nice try, kiddo!".

*Ask an "Ass Man" to describe random nice looking butts, and you will get a desfription like this

Great Googily Moogily

Giving all honor and praise to that nigga "Shady" Grady Wilson....

No Blowjob, No Boyfriend

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The Most Wonderful Time....

Volleyball season is upon us!!!!




Long legged women with some thickness to 'em that will be wearing tight, short-shorts, making grunting sounds and hitting balls!!!

Al "Grits" Green

Doing-Dirt

All praises to Raymond "Mouse" Alexander....



Ever since I saw the movie adaptation to "Devil In a Blue Dress", there has been an icon in my heart for this chracter from Walter Mosely's Easy Rawlins series. Especially after how he was expertly portrayed by Don Cheadle in the movie. Seeing the movie recently also got me thinking about the people that I consider to be a friend.

An oldhead once said "Its good to use people, but its not good to misuse them!". Not everybody in ya life should be "full-service" in order for you to fulfill your needs. Nobody is going to be that "all-in-one", that everything, for you. "To err is to be human..." and with that in mind, one would have to reasonably expect that our friends are going to have their faults and make mistakes. All things being equal, we are all equally fucked-up in one way or another. So on top of that, our friends probably accept our shortcomings and well.

As a friend, you don't hold it against them. You accept it! Ideally it is a part of what makes them who they are and it helps make the friendship stronger if the parties involved compliment the other by strengthening these character traits.

The main point however is that we all have those friends and individuals that we can rely on for special needs that we may or may not be able to compensate for. For when a specific problem arises, one may have to dig into the reserves and utilize our resources to handle that particular instance by reaching out to that one individual. You're not going to use the same knife to cut ya steak, tighten up a loose bolt or bring it to a gunfight....

Such a move is usually announced as "I got people that know how to handle that!"

One of these people is "The Do-Dirt Nigga" who, as the title insinuates, has some dirt on their hands. If they have done enough, the mention of their name instantly conjures up shady business. That, or a quick tale or two that highlights what may soon be coming this way: TROUBLE! No good will come from involving them. Things involving them have been achieved through nefarious means or insult and injury. Its not that they are inherently evil, its just that without good, moral people in their world, they would have been caught along time ago.

Such was the case with Mouse. He was mean but charming. He knew how to handle a gun and did not take any prisoners. When Easy finally realized what he was up against in the movie, he knew who to call and how to manage things once Mouse arrived. Although Easy didn't keep Mouse around for the whole thing, Easy was able to get things done and out of the way due to having Mouse with him. This is how we manage our relationships with such friends. You don't swear allegiance but have an understanding as to the roles being played. Its not unconditional. There are conditions and stipulations to the relationships. As long as both parties stick to their side of the bargain, there may be more instances where this person will be reached out to.

No Wedding, No Womb

Why this? It shouldn't have to go that far, really!

Here's my answer....

I ain't never

There was a sketch on "Chappelle Show" where Dave looked at himself at 3 different ages of his life(18, 25, and 32) to show how his viewpoints and manners changed. In his usual manner, it was reflectivve, relevant, and quite hilarious!!!!

Since my birthday, I've been doing the same.

I looked back and saw how my views have evolved on such things as money(ncessary but not desired), friends(can never have enough to I'm in no rush to make more), family(them niggas is still crazy), and etc. My reflections are true to my personality in that they're precise, laid back with a tinge of optimism and sometimes quite comical. I can be serious, but I don't tae myself too seriously. Ya dig?

Now, when I was younger, these inner conversations would have been public discourse amongst me and my guys. My circle of friends are equally comical and insightful. However, as the conversations went further on, the more ridiculous things got when it came to situational decisions put forth to the group. These hypothetical predicaments were feeble attempts to apply whatever newly accepted life outlook one of us had come to accept and believe in. With a group of 18-25 year olds, there was nothing sacred or out of bounds when it came to formulating a situation to see how your friends would decide and react.

With all that being said:
I know me and my friends were not the only guys to ask our friends if they would have sex with an amputee...




If I were to do something like that, it would be just for the stories to tell folks at the bar or at my Saturday softball games. Another notch on my belt. I remember an old Damon Wayans joke where he was talking about if his wife had lost both her legs, how they would be having sex from then on. Yeah, I'd be thinking of things like that to do.

And just to be mean, I'd ask her for a handjob....

So Out There

Sometimes I think The Roots will become the Hip-Hop version of Phish or The Grateful Dead. Just touring the country with legions of Generation X-ers and Y-ers following them in hybrid cars for years on end until Questlove or Black Thought croaks.

getting sidetracked

Yeah, I was going to do a post on Gugu Mbatha-Raw after I watched her new show "Undercovers"...



Then I saw this picture and changed my mind

ITS A CELEBRATION.....

One of the things that I like about my birthday is that Earth, Wind, & Fire made a dope song about the day!!!!




Then, about 30 years later, Ludacris made a song dedicated to myself and all of those other well-gifted Virgos....



Everybody else has to shout out their names to a song by Uncle Luke to get their astrological sign included with some music.....

Chicks with afros

When the great storyteller, and Negro League player/historian, Buck O'Neill passed away, in one of the obituaries there was a story about how him and some friends were walking down the street. As they kept walking, they noticed after a while that Buck wasn't with them anymore. He had stopped walking with them about half a block back to talk to a woman wearing a red dress. Come to find out, Buck had a policy where if he saw a woman wearing a red dress, he had to stop and talk to her.

Player's rule #22
Never let a pretty one pass you by without saying something to her

So I began the habit of talking to women with afros. Be it a full Blowout or in puffs, it has been my policy to stop and say "Hi" no matter where. I credit this behavior to the late great Buck O'Neill....

Something, something just ain't right

Devil in a blue dress isn't just a novel by Walter Mosely!

I'm shaking my damn head about this Ines Sainz controversy that's been in the news all week. I believe that both sides share the guilt. Rex Ryan was doing his own version of that new Corona commercial while the locker room was hooting and hollering whenever Sainz walked in the room. I'm not suprised by the behavior after watching them on this past season of "Hard Knocks". In my opinion, this year's NY Jets are pretty much the NFL Version of Alpha Epsilon Omega.




And given the recent news about Matt Forte, I'm led to wonder if this "interview" was finished elsewhere. Things like that happen when you have a smart woman hanging around men that are thinking with their other heads...

Cube said it best though...

"Life ain't nuthin but bitches and money!!!!"

The Femme Fatale

I like Michelle Rodriguez...

Happy 50th!!!!

Its been 50 Years since the first Playboy Club opened!

How To Get Over

Figuratively speaking, this is the nest way to get over a relationship.

Done found another gem!!!!!

I love it when I find a song by legend that doesn't even make it in their usual Top 20 Greatest Hits. But had it been somebody else, it would be track NUMBER 1!!!!

Alvin Wyatt

So I just found out that Bethune-Cookman's Head Football Coach, Alvin Wyatt, was fired back in November after another losing season. The season was punctuated with a 42-6 thrashing by arch-rival FAMU wich led to his dismissal a few days later.

Needles to say, that I'm disappointed....

Dude was what you would imagine Steve Harvey to look like if Steve were a football coach. If you can't imagine that, by looking at the photo, then you truly lack any creativity. Still, Coach Wyatt was a character in College Football not only for being fashionable. He would sometimes change clothes during halftime to be even more on point during the contests. The guys at PTI would dedicate 30 seconds or so just to discuss what he would wear during that year's Florida Classic. It was a spectacle to see what that cat would wear.

We won't be seeing him this fall, unless you're at "The Dating Game" or "East of The Ryan"

I'm So Glad....

"I'm So Glad" is a marching band staple! Its the "Round Midnight" of HBCUs and High Schools across the country, I swear. I first heard it during high school being played by one of our rivals. It pissed me off that we couldn't afford a marching band until junior year(Chicago Public Schools at the time had some serious broke issues)!!! Nothing says "inferior" more than losing to your rival school and then having to hear them serenade their fans and supporters with their theme song from a marching band. Especially since your school, that just got beat, doesn't even have a marching band!

But anyways.....



Its amazing how every school tailors the lyrics to fit the name of their institution.

"I'm so glad I go to J-S-U!!!"
or
"I'm so glad I go to C-V-S!!!"

Hearing this from the stands before, during, and DEFINATELY AFTER the games, its hard to argue that this is a key component as to why so many schools adopted this number into their catalogue. By simply inserting the school initials, you've already got an alma mater for the fans in the stands to get behind you with their support. Plus, the waltz is simple and if the sousaphones and tubas play it right, everybody can move to the beat easily so that they can groove in the sidelines.

And old men can fixate on the dancers....

I'm a nerd, what!

So this guy, Kenny Kell re-did these classic album covers as if the characters from the comic universe were the performers. I'm feeling the Mogo/Fear of a Black Planet joint....

The Great Ralph Wiley

ESPN.com - Page2 - Darth Vader of G'Town

Darth Vader of G'Town
By Ralph Wiley
Page 2 columnist


Admit it. In your all-time favorite moments of college basketball, John
Thompson was there. Wasn't he?
Sure he was. And in your worse nightmares, he was there.
John Thompson was the great Father Villain of the great Jesuit university
of Georgetown. He turned a village of lawyers into Georgetown by John
Thompson. As Evil Empires go, he made the Soviets look like the Smurfs.
He was Dark Vader. And some of you still can't admit to yourself the (to
you) horrible truth. Amid the celebrations of when the villain was
vanquished, one simple truth.

I'm your father, Luke...

What was your moment, Luke? Was it 1982, when Michael Jordan became the
Michael Jordan, by hitting that game-winner from the left wing to give
Carolina and Dean Smith his first national title, in front of, what, over
62,000 fans, the most ever assembled for a college game?

Remember when you first heard it, in the late '70s, early '80s, when you
heard the train coming ... bam-bam, bambambam, Let's Go Hoyas,
bam-bam-bambambam, Let's Go Hoyas ... remember how it made the hair on the
back of your neck stand up, remember how you almost panicked, then adapted
it?
Remember how it became Let's Go Redmen, Let's Go Wildcats, Let's Go
Whoever?

Remember John Williams' theme for Darth Vader? Remember how the pep band played it? Remember how well that fit John Thompson, Dark Vader, and his Imperial Storm Troopers applying their vise of full-court pressure?

Remember how completely you despised him and didn't care why or how or how
many? Remember how he gave you a reason to care about a college basketball
game?

Remember how a nothing college game and a nowhere fledgling basketball
conference called the Big East took what Bird and Magic had started in
1979 and ran with it?

Remember how precious a victory over Georgetown was?
Unless you were with Georgetown.

Remember how it felt like your team (the team G'town was playing) was
defending the honor of ancient Rome against Hannibal's elephants, named
Ewing, Mourning, Mutombo?

Remember 1985, when the Big East dominated college basketball? Remember
when Georgetown had won five of the first six Big East tournaments, until
Thompson eased off on the tourniquet, let the blood flow to your brain?
Remember how you stopped thinking just to hate him?
Did you thank him for that later? No. You curse him still.
(So did I, sometimes.) Why? Fun, I guess.

John Thompson touched people, inside, like Robin Hood, like Malcolm X,
like William Munny, like Muhammad Ali, and I went to see him about it,
back then, because it seemed to me to be satisfying and profitable work.
He yelled at me, the very first thing. He embraced his villany. "Why'd
they send you? Because you're black?" "No," I said, "because I wanted to
come." I neglected to add, "and everyone else was either too scared, too
intimidated, or didn't want to."

The good villain makes you reach higher, deeper within.
Remember 1985, when the Big East sent three teams to the Final Four, and
could've sent four? Ask Jim Boeheim, who just won his national
championship. Ask who built the fire up under him in the first place. Ask
Villanova what was its finest hour. Ask St. John's what they remember
most. Ask yourself why you can't seem to work up a good hatred for
Georgetown anymore. Ask yourself why that makes you just a little bit sad
and nostalgic maybe. Oh, you want to keep up that good hatred for G'Town.
Somehow, you can't, because He isn't there. What's "Star Wars" without
Lord Vader? I'll tell you what. Not the same. Good. Episode IV, and all
that. And still a great university. Just not the same.

Remember 1985? Is it not said to be the greatest "upset" in the history of
college basketball, if not all sports history?

Why? Because of the players? Well, Ewing was a great college player, but
he won no NBA titles. Reggie Williams was a superb college player, but he
had no impact on the pros. Mike Jackson was a great kid, but only got a
cup of coffee. David Wingate stayed around the league forever, but mostly
as a spear carrier, practice fodder. For 'Nova, Eddie Pinckney and Harold
Pressley and Dwayne McClain were all pro material, too, and Villanova had
that limber jump shooter, that Harold Jensen, and that clownish point
guard, Gary McLain, who had no game to speak of and who later bragged to
SI that he was on yayo the whole time. Check this out. 'Nova shot 90
percent for the second half, nine of ten in the pre-shot clock era, 90
percent, and guess what? 'Nova won by two, 66-64. By two!
John Thompson, Dark Vader, architect of "Hoya Paranoia" and one of the
great defensive traditions in all sports, let alone college basketball,
was the Great Villain of Life.

The color component is in there, too. We didn't invent the dictionary. No,
we just live by it. Look up "black." Look up "white." See what I mean? But
it can work in many ways.

See, I know how John Thompson came to be a villain, and came to not care.
I know it was another Father, a Catholic priest, who told the young black
Catholic boy (whose family had to wait to take communion until the good
"heroic" people were done), that he might grow up to be a murderer one
day. I knew he had ducked his head in shame when the priest said that. I
knew he had trouble reading. I knew his father couldn't get the white dust
from the marble out of his hands, he worked so long and hard at the stone
cutting business. I knew his mother had died too young, from overwork and
not enough preventative health care. I know that John Thompson was a
teacher of defense first, last and always, because he had heard time and
time and time again back them, how black players were too lazy to play
defense. Thompson told me these things himself, in time, once he learned
that I didn't care if he was a villain or not. Villains have stories too.
Sometimes they are as good as a hero's story. And I know for all the boos
and catcalls and emotion and hatred -- nobody ever said anything about
being lazy to John Thompson or any Georgetown team.

So the villain is the one who makes the drama work in the first place.
There's no hero without him. John Thompson made more heroes out of other
men than anybody else I can think of -- and, hell, you could make an
argument that defense in hoop came into vogue behind the suffocating
stance of the Let's Go Hoyas, when they shut down everybody, including
Kentucky for nearly the entire second half in the Final Four semifinal en
route to the NCAA title in 1984. Defense is still in vogue today. Quite
so.

Rick Pitino first came into vogue, was first authenticated, because his
Providence team beat John Thompson and the Hoyas in the 1987 NCAA
tournament. Rick Pitino liked to play 11 too, like John Thompson. The Big
East Conference, Michael Jordan, Dean Smith, James Worthy going "Gah!"
when Fred Brown mysteriously threw him that ball, Sam Perkins, Matt
Doherty, Villanova, Harold Jensen, Eddie Pinckney, Dwayne McClain, Rick
Pitino, Billy Donovan, Looie, Chris Mullin, Pete Gillen and Tyrone Hill at
Xavier in '89, Arvydas Sabonis and Sharunus Marcheloinus and that Soviet
Olympic basketball team that many red-blooded Americans (like you?) rooted
for in the '88 Olympics, the last Olympics for the U.S. college-age kids
in basketball, because they'd have no chance, not against men, as we first
saw then. Maybe we rooted for Russia out of habit, because Russia was
going against John Thompson. John Thompson was an even greater villain
than Cold War Russia!

That's off the villain chart, right there. That's impressive.
How many heroes can dance on the head of one villain? How many heroes can
one villain make?
Apparently, plenty.


Ralph Wiley spent nine years at Sports Illustrated and wrote 28 cover
stories on celebrity athletes. He is the author of several books,
including "Best Seat in the House," with Spike Lee, "Born to Play: The
Eric Davis Story," and "Serenity, A Boxing Memoir."