Friday, September 28, 2007

Manny, why can't we quit you? Randy is Dandy! Celtics Media Day and other sports thoughts...

I haven't writtien much since the football season has begun...but right now is a fantastic time for New England sports...the Pats are back in action...the Red Sox are in the pennant hunt, today is Celtics media day with all of the new additions...and the Bruins are losing pre season games (3 outta 4 aren't bad).

Red Sox Nation is once again being tortured by our beloved baseball team. I swear being a red sox fan is like being in an abusive relationship...they throw you down the stairs, promise to never do it again....things get better, and then they throw you down the stairs again. I mean, they've made the play offs, but the magic number is TWO.

And Manny. Manny. Manny. Manny. Manny. Aye Dios Mios. Can you decide if you want to play for the Sox or not? Its like everytime he gets up to bat he's trying to decide if the fans love him enough to hit a home run. Play. Don't play. JUST DECIDE! Alas, so long as he is ours, I will love him...I will have hope in my heart every at bat and will make excuses for his poor field play..."Manny being Manny." Oh Manny, why can't I quit you!

I hate the Yankees...and I think I'd like for A rod to go away. Forever. And take Barry Bonds and Milton Bradley with him.

The Patriots *sigh* oh how I love them so...they have looked strong in the first three games, but they have a big test this week, and definitely there is room to improve...but aside from that...I have some thoughts on this new season:

RANDY IS DANDY! Thank you, Oakland, for trading randy to us for a PB&J sammich (or a 4th round pick, same thing). In 3 games he has 400 yards and 5 TDs. He doesn't have to be a leader, talk to the media...hell he can NEVER do a press conference again, so long as he stays in the end zone. My only gripe is that I don't have him on ANY of my fantasy football teams.

Adalius Thomas, I realized my love for you as you trudged down into the end zone. Welcome home.

Sammie Morris and Wes Welker - I'm so happy they don't play for Miami anymore. I'm so happy Bill convince you both to join the pats....speaking of Bill...

FAWK YOUR TAPE

APB: Larry Johnson, Vernon Davis, Marc Bulger, Steven Jackson and the NO Saints. Please alert the authorities if you see any of these men.

I now hate the Chargers more than I hate the Colts. That's a lot of hate. However, not more than I hate the Yankees.

Tom Brady's baby is cute. So is Tom Brady. But, I'm all set with his gold digging baby mama.

Not long ago, I mentioned that Danny Ainge has finally stopped playing so much. Well he has, for now. Paul Pierce. Ray Allen, KAYGEE! We suddenly have an offense. I suddenly actually want to watch the Celtics. This is a new development. Though I'm displeased about James Posey...I hate him...he went to Xavier...I went to GW...we don't play nice when it comes to basketball.

There is a hockey team too...the Bruins...however they are a DISTANT fourth in this NE sports fan's heart. They are the Patriots of the 70's. The Celtics of the past 10 years...the red sox of that 86 year drought. Yeah, they are that bad.

However, here's to fall...when all of my teams are playing and my love of my teams is at an all time HIGH!

Friday, September 21, 2007

The trouble with being honest...

We've all heard the old addage "honesty is the best policy". Well, I'm not so sure that its true. You see, sometimes honesty cuts just as deep as a lie...maybe even a little deeper.

The trouble with being honest is that sometimes telling the truth can ruin things just as quickly and systematically as a lie can.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Everyone seems to have a story about the one that got away. And this is mine...with a twist.

We met when he visited my school - he was thinking about transferring there to play ball. I was a junior, and in a relationship. He wasn't the only one that was visiting, but he was the only one I connected with. It was my job to help entertain him and the others, and to make sure they thought our school was the best choice for them. It wasn't particularly exciting, this visit, as I had facilitated a few others over the years I worked for the team. It was just a part of what I did. And it was just work to me, at first.

They were a particularly large group, and we had a few activities planned on the record. Off the record, I made sure there were plenty of social activities on and off campus for them to enjoy. The visit started with a trip out to coach's mini mansion. I was in the car with one of the assistant coaches, the one that got away (lets call him J) and J's mom. At first we didn't say much, but we got to talking on the long ride out to coach's and realized we had a little bit in common. He wasn't as young as i thought - he was transferring from a junior college, so we were actually the same age. Once we got there, we had some snacks, watched the HUGE tv, chit chatted and got the spiel about why my school was right for them. Blah, blah, blah. We left, went back to campus and got ready for dinner.

On the way to dinner he and I were getting to know each other even more and one of the young guys was trying his hand with me, making smart comments and what not. This was not new territory to me...these young guys will try their hand with ANY female who gives them the time of day, they aren't nothing but horny toads. However, J was not having it and put the young boy in check. At first, I didn't think anything of this. But I realized later this was the start of it.

Dinner proceeded without incident and we went on to one of my "unscheduled" activities: a trip to a local bar for some dancing, well placed women and drinks (well at least for me). Everyone was having a good time, I had rounded up some of the campus groupies and were letting things take their course as I sat back and enjoyed some beverages. But there was one strange thing, J sorta was sticking to me - wanting to dance with me, etc. So we were dancing, innocently at first, but things started to get a little heated, to the point I had to remind myself I had a boyfriend (even if he was in New York). Finally I had to say goodnight to J and get some distance. As it turns out, my boyfriend at the time was on his way from New York to see me.

The next morning I left my boyfriend to go see the guys at breakfast and practice. The visit ended after practice and I exchanged information with J and his mom. That was that. I spoke to his mom from time to time but he and I didn't keep in touch over the summer. Fall arrived and we picked up the friendship where it left off. We hung out all the time, he even tried to fix me up with his boy that visited often from NY. But then...

My ex and I were having issues, and we were both doing our thing. My thing just happening to be getting done with J. It started innocently, but we added liquor to the mix, and inevitably what started on the dance floor during his visit ended up in the bed. repeatedly. This was all fine and good for awhile...my ex and I broke up so there was no conflict. J and I weren't together, it was what it was, we were just kickin it and having a good time. But we were still best friends.

No one really knew what was going on between us. One or two people close to us may have suspected it, but they never said anything and I certainly wasn't putting my business out there. Working with the team and being around them all of the time taught me that. I didn't want things to be messy.

We dealt with each other off and on, until his ex girlfriend turned up pregnant. He felt an obligation to make that situation work, so he and I stopped messing around. He was still Clyde to my Bonnie. I actually accepted baby mama with open arms, while remaining FIERCELY protective of J. We still did everything for each other - when the baby was born in the middle of an important tournament, one of my good friends and I were the ones that drove him back 3 hours to make the game after the birth.

In the meantime, I was seeing someone else from the same area J was from (this will prove relevant, momentarily) until I found a new boyfriend (I was big on boyfriends back then, not so much anymore though). J was just as loyal and protective as I was. This boyfriend and I got into an argument and he pushed me. I was upset, called a girlfriend who was on IM with another girlfriend, whose boyfriend was there with her. Boyfriend was close to J, too and called J. J was at my house not 15 minutes after the incident. It was THAT kind of relationship.

And then J found himself in some trouble at school and out of a place to live. I was all set to change everything - let my boyfriend walk away and have J come stay with me so he could stay in the area and in school - and J turned his back on me. J found out about my dealings with that someone else from the same area J was from. He hated him and took it as me being disloyal to him for even dealing with this guy. J is old school, very "death before dishonor" and loyalty first and at the time he couldn't get past it. He moved back to NY and fell off the face of the earth. I would hear from him every now and again, but it was scattered and we certainly weren't Bonnie and Clyde anymore. And then even that stopped.

I would get updates on how he was doing and the like from the other guys, but I hadn't heard from him for about 3 years. Then all of a sudden I was back visiting campus and at the neighborhood spot waiting on a friend and in he walks. It was awkward, and tense. We exchanged a few words, while I prayed my friend would get there QUICKLY and he gave me his contact info. This was two years ago. I never got up the nerve to call him or contact him. I thought our relationship was so splintered that it couldn't be repaired and I was scared to be rejected by him again.

Fast forward to Saturday (yes, 5 days ago). I had a glass of wine or two too many and sent him an errant text message. "what's up". He replied Sunday night. It was normal text banter, how are you and the like. And then last night, my phone rings. Its HIM. (can you hear my heart beating?) We start talking about whats going on with each of us, who we keep up with and that sort of thing. He brings up our relationship situations - neither of us are involved in anything. And then he brings up US. What happened and why and how things were. We both knew we had to stop messing with each other when we did, because we both were dangerously close (c) to catching feelings that we couldn't have. Feelings he says he still thinks about. He mentions our falling out and the fact that he realized I WAS loyal to him - that I didn't know how he felt about the guy until after the fact (I may have been wrong about not owning up to it when i realized his distaste for him, but that's neither here nor there) and I didn't EVER set out to hurt him. That through it all, I'm still the one thinking and worrying about him. Then the question, "So what would you think about us now?". I. Don't. Know. I'm so happy to have him back in my life, to know he's OK. But now, what? There's the twist.

He and I have VERY different backgrounds, and while I was always comfy in my middle class life, he always struggled and lived in places I probably couldn't imagine. And yet we were always "ride or die" (his words not mine). I almost came to BLOWS for/over him on a few occasions. And even now, we are so different but that love, loyalty and protectiveness is back and so strong.

I don't know what my next move is and I don't know what will happen next. I do know that he may have been the one that got away but now I have to decide if he's the one I want to keep.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

On Video-Gate...

As a Patriots fan, I feel obligated to comment on the recent sanctions taken against Bill Belichick and the Patriots organization. Its funny that more than a few people asked me...well, why haven't you said anything about all of this. Quite honestly, I didn't' think I was the communications director for this NFL franchise, but that is neither here nor there. This is my opinion, and you know what? It's biased. I'm a Patriots Fan...and I'm still wearing my jersey today in spite of this "controversy."
So, here goes...
Bill Belichick was wrong; he broke the rules. The Commissioner levied his punishment. Let's move on. Do I think Bill Belichick is a cheater, eh, I guess by definition, yes, but in reality is it cheating if everyone does it? Because I am NOT convinced this is limited to the Patriots organization. It is convenient to football pundits and opposing fans to think only the Patriots would do such a thing, but that's naive, and wishful thinking. Every team has broken a rule, at some time or another. The Patriots f*c$ed up AND got caught. Please save your righteous indignation for someone else.
Does this tarnish the Patriots history? A little. But not to the extent that championships should be called into question. I mean , look at it this way. The tape was taken early in the first quarter of the game. How then, does one explain the ass-whooping the Jets received after that point.
Eric Mangini. Let me say this. I've not been a fan of him since he left after one year as defensive coordinator with the Patriots. He's the coach of the Jets. He's the one that blew the whistle. Do you think he doesn't have the same techniques and practices as Bill Belichick and Romeo Crennel (another former Belichick coordinator)? Mangini has some sort of axe to grind with Bill Belichick and that is apparent. This was his way of doing so. I have no respect for him at all. If this were something that say Tony Dungy brought to the league's attention, it would be different. But it was Mangini, who clearly has some unresolved issues when it comes to the Patriots.
Bill Belichick and Bob Kraft and the Patriots have been given their punishment; but they are in a no-win situation. If they beat the Chargers, it will be because they had tapes on them. If they don't it will be because they didn't. The Patriots have proven to be imperfect, and perhaps not worthy of being put up on that pedestal we fans have placed them. However, this incident seems to be the rationalization opposing fans needed to fuel and explain their disdain for the Patriots. So be it. Bill Belichick may not be the most lovable coach, but he's ours. And none of this has changed the fact that I love my Patriots AND Bill Belichick.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Because you don't know if they'll be here next year...

This weekend was my annual family get together/reunion. My cousin said something that stood out to me, when she showed me a picture of my great aunt and uncle.

"I'm so glad I got such a great shot where they look so carefree...because you don't know if they'll be here next year."

Wow. And then it hit me. My grandfather was one of 13 siblings. The children of Portuguese immigrants who came through Ellis Island at the turn of the twentieth century and raised a family of 13 children in a rather small 4 bedroom house just one block away from where I live now. But now there are only 4 of them and 4 of their spouses left. I lost my grandfather when I was 12, but always had one of the many aunts and uncles that I could turn to. It saddens me to realize that slowly, we are losing them.

So much of who I am today can be traced to having such a rich history. My great grandparents came here poor and built not only their own lives, but a foundation for our entire family. They are, no, we are, the epitome of the American Dream. My great grandfather became a citizen of the United States after he had retired. It was so very important to him, as he considered himself an American. He was never formally educated but worked hard to learn how to read and write and pass his citizenship test. One of his proudest moments was when he voted for the very first time. Their children - my great uncles became chiefs of the fire department, engineers and electricians and my aunts went on to raise families. Their families - my mother's generation - continued the tradition of working and leading the fire department, engineers, lawyers, chemists, and raising families. And now my generation is still leading the fire department, teaching, getting MBAs and beginning to raise our own families.

I find it absolutely amazing that just 100 years ago my family had nothing - literally just the bags they carried on the ship from the Azores and now we are the American Dream.

I have my great grandparents and their children - my grandfather's generation - to thank for that. They built a family that they all can be proud of. Realizing this all over the past couple of days has made it very important to me to make sure we immortalize as much of our history as we can. My first task is to visit Ellis Island and see where it started for my great grandparents. I hope to accomplish that this fall. When I do, I'll write more about it here.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

A Temporary Disruption...

"This is a temporary disruption that is being addressed by the government and private sector"

These are the very words George W. Bush used when addressing the press in the days following Hurricane Katrina. To him, the hurricane that displaced thousands and basically ruined one of the treasures of the American South was nothing but a temporary disruption.

In case you were too busy to notice, last week marked the 2 year anniversary of the devastating storm that crippled the big easy. The anniversary may have passed you by...the news media was too busy obsessing over the coverage of the 10 year anniversary of Princess Diana's death to cover it. You see, in this country, we are way more concerned about the 10 year old death of one wealthy, British white woman than the deaths of dozens of poor, black Americans, not to mention the destruction of thousands of lives.

I still can not wrap my mind around the devastation and what I perceive as a lack of response by MY government to this devastation. Issues of poverty, politics, race and class are still emerging in a new light and must be addressed.

My personal ramblings from exactly two years ago today follows...what scares me the most is that not much has changed. There are Katrina refugees trying to cling to what little they have in trailers that FEMA is threatening to take from them and the cycle of poverty and desperation and crime that was magnified in the days immediately following Katrina is still festering in the gulf coast.

September 6, 2005

Hurricane Katrina has DEVASTATED the gulf coast. Though there is devastation throughout the south, the city of New Orleans is at the center of a crisis in this country. Thousands of AMERICAN citizens have lost everything. Many had very little to begin with and now with no homes or jobs are in a state of desperation many of us can’t even comprehend.

It is my opinion that the US government on all levels has failed its citizens. How can the local authorities recommend evacuation of the area via radio and tv but at the same time make no effort to transport the poor, the needy, the sick and even those most dependent on that authority -- the prisoners in the local jail out of harm’s way? There were no evacuation plans that addressed the poor and black of New Orleans. Its as if the current administration views these lives as useless – and are leaving them behind. Why was there not more done to get the citizens of New Orleans OUT when the government knew that the storm was coming?

These citizens of New Orleans, like millions of others, have been left behind by society in so many ways – living in horrible housing projects, in a system designed to keep them oppressed and now figuratively and literally left behind by local and federal officials who failed to design an evacuation system for people too poor to leave under their own power.

As the greatest nation in the world, why couldn't we have gotten food, water, personnel and equipment there sooner?

There are many issues that I don’t understand and I’m searching for answers.

If such a storm was predicted, why were national guard troops and the American red cross not mobilized sooner? And why is it taking so long to get citizens who have lost everything out of what truly looks like a war zone in a third world country. But its not a third world country. Its America, the greatest nation in the world. I don’t understand why FEMA or the National Guard didn’t get down there sooner. Why did it take George Bush 5 days to get to the gulf coast? If we can get troops into Iraq within 24 hours, why can’t we get them into New Orleans? Why were supplies not dropped using air support sooner? Why, on Saturday are citizens still trapped in their homes and a CNN helicopter was dropping water to them? CNN??????????

I know that help is finally getting through, six days later, and I’m thankful for that and I know that we can not blame a natural disaster on the president or the government. But we can not turn a blind eye to the Bush administration’s politicized and delayed response that made this disaster worse than it had to be. President Bush remained on vacation as the hurricane ravaged the gulf coast and flew over the affected areas on his way back to the white house – all wasted time. Furthermore, I am not confident that the administration will address the can of socio-economical worms that have been opened by Katrina.

The death toll from Katrina across the gulf coast rises every day, with the vast majority of the dead not even found or accounted for in New Orleans. I believe more will die from Katrina than 9/11. And this is not to downplay the horror and tragedy of 9/11. But the difference with Katrina is that most of the dead will be poor African Americans. Do you think George Bush will declare a war on poverty as he did on terror? There is no convenient foreign enemy this time – and in actuality the enemy is something that has been built and cultivated in this country for decades. More than likely, he will not declare any sort of war on poverty. Given his track record with the war on terror, I’m not sure it would even matter if he did. It appears more of a priority to instill democracy in a foreign country. I’m uncomfortable with the idea that its more important to solve the perceived problems in another nation than it is to solve our own nation’s problems.

I am angry as I hear people say they don’t understand why folks didn’t leave as they watch a sea of desperate black faces calling out for help. The evacuation largely excluded the poorest of New Orleans. As if they WANTED to stay down there when this was going on or wanted to be stranded in attics and on rooftops. Its very easy for people in their nice, clean clothes as they sit around their offices and jobs with full stomachs and a home to go to with a stocked refrigerator to ask such a thing. But imagine if every day was a struggle, and you didn’t know how you were going to pay the rent AND feed your children, never mind actually having a car. So with that, how do you leave? You literally do not have the money to rent a car, buy a bus, plane or train ticket (they all were sold out anyway). Your family and everything you know is in New Orleans, you have no where to go. YES they are that poor – Now what exactly would you do? They go to a shelter – the Superdome, which has turned into hell on earth. I am SICK of hearing affluent and comfortable people question this – YES, some people made a conscious decision to stay, but thousands did NOT.

I want to know why it is taking so long to help OUR people – they are Americans, just like I am – they are my people. I wonder if this happened in Texas or Florida would it have take as long. Hopefully we will never see this kind of destruction again. But I just can’t help but wonder if it was 50,000 white faces calling out for help how long it would have taken.

While racism is a taboo in this country and in many ways the skeleton in all of our closets, this tragedy and lack of response is something of an economic cleansing where ethnic cleansing would not be acceptable. I'm not surprised that chaos and self armament and looting has started in the face of such desperate conditions that our people have been abandoned in. Everyone deserves care and dignity.

I get agitated and upset when I watch the major media outlets cover this tragedy. I have noticed underlying racial divides in the coverage. Why is it that black citizens taking food and supplies are looting but white citizens doing the same are “finding, surviving or fending for their families.” ? There are stories of thugs and lawlessness and anarchy – and it is implied that these rogue elements are black, when in actuality there are only a FEW people doing wrong – more than likely the same few that were lawless BEFORE the hurricane struck.

The conditions facing OUR people in New Orleans are worse than any words I could ever form to describe them. But above all of that, the citizens are scared, yet they are helping each other. They are hungry, tired, thirsty and scared, sick, hot and desperate to get out of what was once a vibrant city. They are trying to help each other as they wait for their country and their government to bring in much needed help.

Explain to me how it is that the federal government involved itself in the Terry Schiavo case, yet couldn’t do more here. Terry Schiavo was a brain dead white woman whose family was fighting with her husband to keep her alive. They asked the government for help and the government attempted to pass legislation to save her – brain dead and all. No one had to beg and plead on national tv from what is basically a swamp for the government to intervene and help her. Yet the mayor of New Orleans had to give an expletive laced diatribe on the radio before real help started to roll in.

Why does the media portray our poor black citizens in such a negative light – especially when THOUSANDS waited patiently at the superdome, convention center and elsewhere in the city – all they wanted was fresh water, food, medical attention and shelter.

We keep hearing horrible stories coming out of New Orleans – well, here is a story of the good. This story is that of someone I know in Washington DC. His roots and family are in New Orleans. His brother is a strong black man and is also one of my heroes.

“ I just hung up with my brother and his wife. They are in good spirits, as good as can be expected I guess, but just happy to be somewhere dry and be able to get clean and have a meal. Friends of my sister in law have taken them in for the time being. The baby is full of energy and excited beyond belief, I can hear her laughing in the background and basically being a kid, which is a pleasant relief. The three of them along with my sister in laws brother are all together, she has not been able to reach her dad, who is in Atlanta to let them know they are ok. I keep calling, but the only number we have is his cell and since it’s on a 504 exchange, there is no way to get through. He had been visiting family there before the storm and was unable to get back, so she's sure he is worried about their safety. His home, the house my sister in law grew up in, is completely covered in water as well. He lives about 3 minutes from my mother, but closer to Bayou St. John which was overcome with water when the levee broke. They have had no contact as of yet with her older brother, who lived in the lower 9th ward, but we are all praying for the best.

My brother is EXHAUSTED. I cried when I told him how proud I was of him, that he was able to get everyone to safety and keep everyone calm under the worst possible circumstances. He has always been a very resourceful man and his strength has been their anchor through all of this. When he realized everyone would not be able to get out of the city before the storm, he did the next best thing and got as much of my family as he could to the hotel he manages so that they would all be together. He made sure they had food, water, blankets and the like, and then set out to do the same for his employees families, and the guests still stranded at the hotel. Before the worse came he had the foresight to raid the kitchens and storage to get as much food as he could up to the rooms, and even made a stash of sorts in one of the rooms. A lot of it was lost when all the windows blew out of the hotel, and some went bad when they lost power. Once he realized that there was no way to stay in the hotel any longer, he got everyone out. With no power, no communication at all he single handedly got what we know is left of my family to safety, I will forever be in awe of him for that. My little brother is more of a man than anyone I can think of right now.........

My mother and one of my aunts are also in
Baton Rouge. We haven’t been able to get through to them since last night, but we know they are safe. Last I checked they were on the way to a drug store to get some of her prescriptions filled but they are ok. She had a couple panic attacks, and is in general not in the greatest of health, but she was pretty up beat when I spoke with her late last night. She was happy to have finally had a bath and something to eat that didn’t come from a can. Tired doesn’t even began to describe the sound in her voice, but I am just glad she is ok.

But reality is setting in now for my brother and his wife. They have been trying to reach the flood insurance company (thank god they had insurance) and have thus far been unable to get through. They have only the clothes on their back and what supplies they were able to get into the trunks of the cars. My sister in law had the foresight to get all of their identification and important papers out so they are now trying to piece things together. My brother is trying to reach his hotels corporate office to see if they can put him and his family up somewhere until they figure out what to do, but so far nothing. There is talk of going to
Houston to more family and hopefully work, but right now nothing is certain. He says today he may go out to the local McDonalds or Popeye’s to try to find something, anything, to generate some sort of income.

My sister in law works for one of the larger banks in the state and is also seeking employment and any relief she can get from them. "And I hope these credit card people don’t think they getting paid any time soon, this is all we have to survive on for the time being so I'll be taking $1,000 cash advances until they cut my cards off."

We talked about my aunt from
Tampa coming with friends to get them all to Florida and she was excited, but at the same time unsure. "How do you decide what to do with the rest of your life overnight? We have nothing but the clothes on our backs, what do we do now?"

Still nothing from my two uncles, we are still hopeful that they somehow made it to safety, but there is no way of knowing anything for sure”

The human spirit is amazing. And this is just one of thousands of stories of perseverance and bravery by our people along the gulf coast. We don’t hear much about them, only the SMALL group that are behaving badly, which is typical of the media’s portrayal of African Americans.

The United States has a rich, though in relation to other nations, short history. And throughout our nation’s history, the country and its citizens have reached out during disasters across the globe to lend a helping hand. Before I go on I would like to point out that Sri Lanka, a fledgling country that less than a year ago was demolished by the tsunami has pledged its support and money to aid the hurricane victims, which is beyond commendable. Why is it that this struggling nation can offer aid without reservation but other countries and international organizations can not. The UN and NATO have not offered anything. At the United Nations, the official spokesman for Secretary-General Kofi Annan said the U.S. was the country best prepared in the world to deal with such a natural disaster, but offered no assistance.


So tell me, now, on September 5th, 2007...How much has really changed?