Black Versus In Love

Posted in Trending on August 10, 2018 by geniusscribbleink

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“We were never rivals. We were competitors. A rivalry means there is a victor and a vanquished. In this case, there was never either a victor or a vanquished, just competitors. A lot of times I’ve heard people tell what they thought they knew. Well, they don’t know (spit).”-Bill Russell

 

In Quentin Tarantino’s movie “Django Unchained”, the now infamous “Mandingo Fighting” scene that depicted two African-American men enthralled in a bare knuckle brawl to the death while their said slave masters watched on with unbridled joy and pride, was thought to be an over embellishment by the controversial director. Historians felt that slaves were way too valuable back then, so the idea of wanting to sacrifice a slave for the purpose of pure entertainment would be considered logically flawed due to the economical ramification that would soon follow. Albeit this depiction was said to have no historical bearing, I still find myself aligned with the notion that in theory this has always been a general practice as it pertains to the African-American contribution towards the world of entertainment. Often polished off with phrases of “who is better” or “who would win” or “who won the battle”, the practice of putting successful African-Americans up against one another as some sort bravado barometer has always existed and continues to thrive as some sort of additional entertainment bonus to this day. I am not naive when it comes to the world of sports in knowing that the proverbial measuring stick, which is just a fancy way of saying pissing competition, is often how ones’ greatness is truly measured. But not once do I recall hearing or seeing anyone pit Larry Bird against his white contemporaries or poll whether or not Drew Brees is more charitable than Tom Brady. It’s as if it is not enough to be just successful as an African-American, but you also have to destroy the same hued brethren or sister that is in close proximity to your success in order to define what “true success” is. My question is not only why is this a subscribed to practice, but also who is this practice designed to entertain? The crab mentality is described as meaning that “if I can’t have it, neither can you”. When the pinnacle of success is reached by anyone in the African-American culture, there always appears to be some sort of asterisk or critique maligned in accordance with those said achievements. These asterisks and critiques can only be viewed as a tool of divisiveness, as well as a mechanism of degradation at a heighten level. Continuously we see situations where a guy like Kelvin Benjamin who is willing come out and excoriate a guy he once considered a friend of his in Cam Newton, lending soundbytes of animus to the media, but for what purpose?  This only sets up a scene of confrontation with the hopes that we have another Mandingo Fighting scene evolve from it. The same applies to Lebron James and the opening of his I Promise school. The first measured action by the news outlets was to compare both his and Michael Jordan’s charitable contributions, by digging up Michael’s charitable tax returns in order to ask people to choose who was better at doing that as well.  These are the mental traps that will not allow success to be admired and celebrated within the African-American culture; but it also thwarts replication. That is the key word; replication. We lack the template to replicate because we are taught to envy and dismiss success with jealousy, rage and outright hate. So I ask, who does this benefit?  Who does this entertain?  These are the black versus in love, too bad we don’t have verses in loving one another instead of being in competition with one another. We were never rivals; people just tell what they want you to know.

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Awakening The Woke

Posted in Dining on August 9, 2018 by geniusscribbleink

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“Armageddon had been in effect, go get a late pass. Step!”-Professor Griff

“The revolution will not be televised” according to poet, musician and author Gill Scott Heron.  And in many ways this statement could be viewed from several different advantage points. Perhaps Gill Scott Heron was making this claim due to a lack of news or media coverage, given that he wrote this homage to revolution in 1970 during a time in which we were less advanced from a technological perspective.  One could also gather that he was proclaiming that the revolution would not only occur, but that the revolution would in fact happen and we would simply be unaware that it had taken place. I found fascination when writing a blog on Charles Manson that I playfully entitled: Helter Skelter: The Charles Manson Mixtape On Racism. What I found to be even more fascinating is the fact that my ode to the maestro of mayhem could actually come to fruition and that the realization that his soundtrack to racism was indeed manifesting itself as a viable contender on Billboard’s Top 100 in this modern-day version of America. Charles Manson stated that “I am not of this generation” which at the time may have been an undeniable truth for him and his madness; but guess what?  He could certainly be a part of this current generation as his musical manifesto would make him a virtual savant Pied Piper for racial discourse in America today.  Yes, the doctrine of a mad man is now a temperament of what is believed to be civility in our current state of being.  News reels and social media postings has all but insured us that there is no turning back now, as the harmonic symphony that once spread the melodic notes of apathy, peace, unity and tolerance, is now a reckless arraignment of abandoned love, forgotten sympathy and a demonic plague of digital sound with a soulless ensemble. Without question we have awakened the “woke”, or in this case we have found that “they are who they say they are”. To be conscious is said to be “painfully aware of”. This is not some great depth of thinking nor does it culminate into one having some mental genius about oneself. In fact, the word “woke” is defined as being “past of wake”, which is basically saying we are “past being painfully aware of” our surroundings but yet we continue to press forward in spite of the obvious. Professor Griff poignantly stated that we were late getting to what had already arrived.  Gill Scott Heron stated that it would not be televised, which could mean it’s happening right under our very noses and yet we still cannot smell it. We are indeed orchestrating the destruction of humanity and what makes things worst is that we are knowingly doing so and refusing to stop.  How do we sound off an alarm clock that will awaken those who are conscious and not asleep?  How do we ask people to visualize what is continuously being televised; yet they sit and watch? The time is now, we can no longer afford a late pass. #step

Finish Them!

Posted in Trending with tags on January 3, 2018 by geniusscribbleink

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Resolutions are the off-spring often birthed at the beginning of every New Year we advance into. I find myself not contemplating a new endeavor but more or less trying to exorcise some old demons that have taken refuge inside of my dwellings while living free of room and board.  I mean contrary to what we may believe as being a time of new endeavors, our true fight begins and ends with the restructuring of our foundation by first removing older cinder blocks that have exceeded their usage.  For me I have always been a person with loose ends that need to be tied up. You can ask my wife as I am the person who has the cologne bottles with very little left in them, but instead of throwing them out I tend to hold on to them until they create an excess of clutter atop our bathroom vanity.  For me this resonates not only with my cologne bottles, but it also spills over into other areas of my life. Not that I have a laundry list of incompletes in my life, as I am a person who in many ways is a task master, however we all have those ends on a loaf of bread that remain inside the packaging that we know has some purpose, but we allow it to linger inside the bag until it gets crusty and moldy to the point it ends up being useless. Well funny enough I do eat those ends of the bread, they act as the best means of a hot dog roll as it allows your condiments to not make your bread soggy (waste not want not).  So note that there is a purpose and a place for everything. So in finding a solution to the world’s outer crust issues, I still seek answers for the inner slices of bread in my life. Those inner slices representing the inner me. The inner me that is the dreamer, the creator, the artist and the overall thing that makes me tick as a man. So in lieu of this self-examination or introspective that is “me”, I concluded one thing as my theme for 2018 and that is to finish what I started. Time has always been of the essence, but no matter how many expensive watches you wear to be fashionable, those same watches will hold little to no weight in life when you are fashionably late for your destiny.  What hasn’t worked for you in the past, you should shed for the betterment of tomorrow. Allow no shackles to retain your forward movement. Allow no individual who does not better the advancement of your life, to hold debt markers on the wealth of your ingenuity. The time is now to “Finish Them” and move forward. No longer should you leave your stones of value unturned. Unearth your greatness so that it illuminates the world like a solar system. Let your inner core be the vibrant sun whose gravitational pull can help align all of your planetary completions. Here’s to a new you and a new beginning; but it starts with abandoning those things that never worked in your favor and replacing with the things you want to see in your life moving forward. But first you have to #mortal kombat finish them #2018

Somewhere I Read

Posted in News, Sports, Trending with tags , , , on September 28, 2017 by geniusscribbleink

 

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“All we say to America is be true to what you said on paper.”-Martin Luther King Jr.

 

The conclusion of “The Dream” that was Martin Luther King Jr’s open letter to the American people, has long been echoed through the hallowed hallways of American history. I would think that it would be difficult for anyone with auditory perception to not have heard the ground shaking voice of King, as his words of liberation and accountability always seem to find a way to touch the nerves of our hidden souls. To this very day I get chills when listening to his oratory pontification that forced even his greatest adversaries to not only stand at attention, but in fact it would be the very power of his vocal chords that would strike fear in their foundation to the point that he was of course assassinated in lieu of their fear of his empowerment.  It is the precursor to his death that inspired this blog entry, as I have been noticeably inactive in my writing not due to a lack of motivation, but more to the point that I usually write not for quantity or foot traffic, but I write for change in the hopes that my words can inspire a difference in this world. In our waking life, we are confronted by a plethora of issues causing social unrest at a regurgitated rate, as protest, bigotry, anger, violence and yes racism has engulfed our news cycle at an alarming continuum. If one was to blink, he or she would think this modern-day scorched Earth that is America was capsulated via cryopreservation in the mental temperament of the 1960’s.  Yes indeed history is repeating itself as we continue to search for sound leadership during this crisis, only to find empty rhetoric from a governing body of empty puppets serving under the guidance of a megalomaniac totalitarian.  Who will save us from ourselves this time?  A disturbing question as we dwell in a land of the misinformed, the misled and yes the miseducated.  I find myself searching for sound reasoning as well, as I decided that my best recourse was to revisit the temperament of the historical time frame of the 1960’s, and I found myself pausing at one of Martin Luther King Jr’s speeches. It so happens that this would be his final speech days before he was assassinated. It would dubbed as the “I’ve Been To The Mountaintop” speech.

In reviewing the words from the “I’ve Been To The Mountaintop” speech I came across a segment that I felt was apropos for one of today’s greatest controversy which is the protest by Colin Kaepernick regarding the kneeling during the presentation of the American flag during NFL games due to his belief that blacks and people of color are being oppressed in our country, a and are being victimized by being shot while being unarmed by rogue police officers who in turn receive no consequences for their actions within the judiciary process after said acts were committed.  Just to reiterate this was never about anything other than those things and was never an anti-anthem or an anti-military protest. This was a silent protest that evolved from him first sitting and then opting to kneel out of respect of a former military personnel who convinced him to kneel instead; to which Colin complied. But let us not rehash the entire scenario as it has been completely bludgeon to death. My real subject is not what he’s protesting as much as it is about his right to protest because it was written into the bylaws of this country. It is why I extracted this measure from King’s “I’ve Been To The Mountaintop” speech where he stated the following: “If I lived in China or even Russia, or any totalitarian country, maybe I could understand some of these illegal injunctions. Maybe I could understand the denial of certain basic First Amendment privileges, because they hadn’t committed themselves to that over there. But somewhere I read of the freedom of assembly. Somewhere I read of the freedom of speech.  Somewhere I read of the freedom of press. Somewhere I read that the greatness of America is the right to protest for right. And so just as I say, we aren’t going to let dogs or water hoses turn us around, we aren’t going to let any injunction turn us around. We are going on.” I wish I could drop the mic right there and end this blog, but I must conclude my train of thought and lead you back to the proverbial well of reality. We do not live in China nor Russia, in fact Bruce Springsteen’s greatest hit loudly proclaimed our place of origin: “Born In The U.S.A”!  And being that this is our place of birth, there is nothing written in our bylaws that says our neighbors, co-workers, friends, enemies, pastors, politicians, fireman, policeman, religious zealot, racists, paying patron, season ticket holders, social media thug, white supremacist and et al I failed to list, gets to dictate what patriotism is let alone what freedom of speech and assembly should look like. Anyone who believes otherwise I challenge you to read. I challenge you to tell me what your moral meter is! I challenge you to ask yourself why your values should proceed the value of other fellow Americans living under the same inherited rights as you that is protected within the bylaws of this country. But most important who gave you the license to feel that in a land made up of a multitude of race, religions, genders and creeds do you think that there can only be one way?  If this is your train of thought and you believe there is only one way or else, then much like the fictional Siths who deal in only absolutes, you too are not an actual American. You actually want to live in China or Russia where there is one set of rules with no questions asked, because they have committed themselves to this type of logic. Perhaps it is time for you to rethink your location instead of asking fellow American’s to leave because you don’t like them disturbing something you can easily turn off for 30 seconds and reconvene afterwards. I must say the irony of ignorance is abundantly clear, as people are angry proclaiming they are avid patriots for America, but yet they still fail to know the laws which govern the country they are so proud of. Martin Luther King Jr. stated “I read somewhere”; well herein lies our greatest issue, he actually read the laws that govern our land that people are now choosing to ignore. And all the people who are protesting as citizens of these United States of America is asking is “be true to what you said on paper”. #it was written #on the mountaintop

Kaeptain America

Posted in Sports, Trending with tags , , , , , , , on July 24, 2017 by geniusscribbleink

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“Without its ideals — its commitment to the freedom of all men, America is a piece of trash!”-Steve Rogers

 

In my ode to the narrative voiceovers that use to accompany the heroic escapades of my comic book/cartoon heroes from my youth; I state the following:  “The last time we found our often ostracized, afro-centric textured hair hero (hero to some villain to others) he was enthralled in a treacherous battle versus the Hypocritical Avenging Obstructers who released a toxic nerve gas that was used to force him to stand on demand, rendering him with the inability to utilize his super gravitational kneeling powers.  What will come of our too black acting, lighter melano hero/villain?  Will he ever go back to being the crouching tiger he once was? Or will he succumb to the Hypocritical Avenging Obstructers who say that: “freedom is for some men, as long as it coincides with our ideals!”  Tune in for the captivating conclusion of Kaeptain America’s “Damn, Can’t A Brother Just Kneel Anymore?  Well who needs to tune in for next week when I can answer that question today, hell no you cannot kneel. But you can straight cold-cock a female and skull drag her like a venison carcass. Or if you are skilled enough, you can snuff a DJ for playing your least favorite song while wearing a half-shirt that shows off your ab rollers’ greatest achievement. And hey, let us not forget that you can go to an off-site training facility in Federal Prison and still come out and be celebrated and rewarded with a financial windfall because you visited a few animal shelters and talked to the kiddies.  Yes violence is no longer the deterrent from gainful employment the same way peaceful protesting is. So in essence you could basically shoot someone and keep your job if you run a 40 yard dash in 4 seconds flat, but if you run a 40 yard dash in 4 seconds flat and ask that people not shoot anyone, then you are setting a horrible precedence?  In fact let’s forget all of that nonsense for a second and just concentrate for a moment on the Hypocritical Avenging Obstructers. Yes the H.A.O. may be the true embodiment of Luciferication (yes a made up word), especially when the members of the H.A.O. who look like you (key in Michael Vick, key in Ray Lewis) decide to sit in judgment of the said actions of the hero/villain Kaeptain America (Colin Kaepernick) and advise him on conformity and behavior, when their checkered pasts are so checkered that they have to utilize a chess board in order to navigate through their obstructive complexities.  And for a less sophisticated analysis and irresponsible rhetoric by said the journalist who stated that Kaeptain America suffers from Stockholm Syndrome (key in Jason Whitlock) because he was raised by Caucasian parents (Colin Kaepernick is bi-racial last I checked, so either way he was going to be co-parented by a Caucasian and an African-American) which suddenly makes him a puppet for causes because he’s basically has to be told to be black because its unfathomable to think that he could have ever endured racism in a way that 100% pure blacks can. Let me the bearer of bad news for the idiots who prescribe to that notion. Being that I assisted in raising two beautiful bi-racial children, let me state emphatically that they face a far different type of racism than most, having difficulties at times of knowing where their place is, especially when they have to endure friends who don’t know they are half African-American and proceed to have bigoted conversations in their presence because they are unaware that one of their parents has a tan, simply because their skin is “passable” and show no traces of African-American heritage.  It is so easy to claim that your fist is in the air because you say your black and the hue matches the narrative, but when I look at Kaeptain America I see a young man whether you agree or disagree with his causes, who stands up to be counted instead of sitting in the comfort for safety. And because of that I applaud him tenfold. The minute you stand for something is the minute you lose your seat; therefore leaving you exposed and vulnerable to the watchful eyes of a seated audience.  I don’t know if Kaeptain America should be considered a hero or a martyr, but what I can say is that he is no criminal nor is he a villain at large. If anything he is a true American through and through. “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”. This statement does not contain any asterisks. It didn’t state that if your hair is textured, or if you decide something is not for you that it suddenly makes you not an American. In fact it emphatically speaks out against inequality, stating that your creator created you in an individual brilliance to that of your own. So in the case of Kaeptain America, he was created in his own brilliance; and he was given instruction by the very country he resides in to seek out his individuality because he has life, he has the liberty to do so as long as it makes him happy. Anything less than that is trash, even a comic book hero knew that, so why doesn’t everyone else?  #freedom of all men

 

 

Was Logan Just A Microcosm?

Posted in Movies & Television with tags , , , , , on March 16, 2017 by geniusscribbleink

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“Wolverine is a world-weary old warrior. His rage issue notwithstanding, I see him as someone with the tortured soul of a poet, but one who has seen too many friends and lovers die. Even with that, he has grown into a leader and a true hero”-Jonathan Maberry

 

“Back in my days” or “When I was growing up” are repetitive loop reels that we often hear cascading down from the mountainous range fondly known as elderly wisdom. I try to blend in with the modern-day climate that is our social realm, but I too must admit that I even grow weary at times trying to find the proper balance that can afford me to have both my knowledge base, as well as, the ability to absorb the nuances of today’s generation. My old school heart ticks with a greater sense of consciousness, as it recalls that unbridled and stubborn youth who thought that the world was in his hands for the taking, only to realize that it often sifts between your fingers like fine granules of sand. Yes time waits for no one, but this ingenious philosophy comes at the expense of vital knowledge learned by those who have wasted time precariously throughout life. So what happens in turn is that we feel a certain obligation to relay this so-called wisdom upon those who are inexperienced before they have to endure certain hardships, tribulations and trials. Depending on the delivery of these said messages, we have been considered preachy, grouchy, inflexible, and of course the universal terms being utilized more and more today is that we are “hating”. The idea of criticism or critiquing has been branded as a form of malice and character assassination. Of course the “old heads” as we are often distinguished as, find this to be an “oversensitive” or “soft” take on what we deem as basic criticism that we had to endure throughout most of our lives. We were taught at an earlier age that we just can’t get our way and that the term “no” would be as constant as the air we would breathe. This makes for a perfect storm; a generation hell bent on not being denied as opposed to a generation that was often denied. A polarity brilliantly captured in the movie Logan; and here is how.

 

This will not contain any spoilers but more of a plot scenario to link to my blog subject. In the movie we find an old warrior (Wolverine) hardened by life. He has seen a lot (death, loss of comfort, no friends to trust) working on a job he hates and making the best out of what life has handed to him. The moral of the story is he had tough breaks and his current priorities (taking care of ailing elder) won’t allow him to be reckless as he was in the past. Add to the fact that the scars of ages are now prevalent in his physical appearance. So when a younger person enters into the picture all spry with energy and tapered in reckless abandonment; it becomes utterly annoying and impossible for Wolverine to relate. In fact it reminds him of the younger him. The younger him that he now wishes could have done things perhaps differently. The younger him who he wished had listened and appreciated what he had before the casting shadow of finality began to hover over his life. Ultimately when the intolerant youth is matched with a savvy veteran, eventually by nature it will turn into a teacher-student dynamic by default. But the most important tool in this dynamic is to find commonality. Often times when speaking from experience it is difficult to relay that information to an inexperienced mind. We saw Logan struggle with giving a damn as well as we saw the resistance of a youth seeking guidance but not understanding how to ask for it. As we tunnel into the future we find a seasoned generation often in adverse conversations with what has defined as millennials. I don’t know if this presents a newfangled scenario, as we have always had a Will Smith theory of parents not understanding or our music versus your music banter.  But what is a solution for finding commonality? As an elder is it our responsibility to relate to their generation or is it their job to respect the process of longevity and attrition?  In Logan we saw commonality emerge in the form of one person caring and the other person realizing the importance of having someone take an interest in their well-being. In my experience I have come to realize that there is a learning process on both ends as it pertains to the teacher and the student. You have to learn to become adaptable; yet steady. Truthful and forthcoming; yet measured. But ultimately you have to become a great listener to know when your music should be played and when it is time to give a listen to their music without judgment. This is the balance we all should try to seek in not only communicating from elder to youth, but perhaps even peer to peer. Logan after a long shouting tantrum with a youth discovered that screaming in a car at one another was getting them nowhere; it wasn’t until giving in that he learned that sometimes the young know where their headed even when we doubt the chances of them being correct. I learned this with my nephew and it’s a lesson I value more and more as he grows older. We can all stand to learn from one another. Logan indeed taught us that. Maybe, just maybe we can all become greater leaders and turn into heroes for someone instead of just being old weary warriors with poetically tortured souls. Charles Xavier stated: “This is what life looks like: people love each other. You should take a moment”. Wise words from Professor X. #logan

Loose Ball or Loose Cannon: Who Is Lavar Ball?

Posted in Sports with tags , , , , , , on March 2, 2017 by geniusscribbleink

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“Basketball is my favorite sport, I like the way they dribble up and down the court”-Kurtis Blow

 

It was the year 1984 and yes the bias child that still lingers within me unequivocally believes that life just couldn’t get much better than the 80s. I remember watching some local cats embattled in a break dancing contest in front of a local store front and at the time the very song I borrowed an excerpt from at the beginning of this blog Basketball was providing the nostalgic soundtrack for what is arguably one of the greatest forms of self-expression to date which is the B-Boy or Break-Boy. Of course this is not a blog on the evolution of Hip Hop culture as we can save that for a future blog. My true intent and focus is actually about the song Basketball. I recall hearing that song for the first time during that break dancing memoir I previously detailed. It was then in which I realized just how relatable that song was to me on a personal level.  I love basketball, just like Kurtis Blow articulated in that song. In fact I have healthy/not-so healthy obsession with the sport that often hovers on the cusp of insanity. But is that not what passion is all about?  Passion is defined as: “strong and barely controllable emotion”. Well if you ever catch me watching my New York Knickerbockers play, all that is described in that definition is always on full display, as my television is usually a sounding board for both those positive exclamation during heroic moments, as well as the profanity laced discourse of villainous failure. Indeed it is the quintessential polar opposite dynamic that embraces the concept that in order to understand great love you must first experience even greater heartbreak. But that is what unbridled emotions are about. They are lively and in the moment. They are raw and organic. And at times they can even be misconstrued. This is why I entitled this blog focusing on the father of UCLA’s basketball star Lonzo Ball; asking whether or not he is merely a loose ball or a loose cannon? We all know he loves his son, but is his passion too strong and uncontrollable due to his emotions. Let us delve into his history and let you decide.

 

First let me state that I am a very confident person. I don’t wear it with an arrogance or exude the type of bravado that sucks the air out of all living species. In fact I despise narcissism and self-absorbed people. To me confidence is just believing high in yourself and your ability to accomplish anything you set your mind towards doing. If we are going to give confidence its fair description, its definition states the following: “the feeling or belief that one can rely on someone or something; firm trust”.  When examining Lavar Ball and his impassioned assurance in his son Lonzo Ball’s basketball prowess, one could conceive that he believes and trust in his son’s ability to become a great basketball player at the professional level. I don’t believe it is a farfetched notion as Lonzo Ball’s projected ceiling has zenith and apex written all over it. Projected to be one of the top draft picks in this up and coming NBA 2017 draft class, many have Lonzo Ball being either the number one or number two pick. So one can concur that not only does Lavar Ball have confidence in his son, but apparently those at the professional level endorse his conjecture as well. But this is normal and not outlandish. We have seen young prospects be ballyhooed year after year, projected to be the next Michael Jordan. So no harm no foul in that regards. In the case of Lavar Ball what has been an unprecedented act is the fact that he has predicted greatness for his son (who has never played at the NBA level) by climbing over the back of two NBA champions (Jason Kidd and Stephen Curry, the latter a two-time league MVP) in order to transmogrify his son into a basketball savant.  If it stopped there then maybe this blog is not written, but he then goes on the lament the fact that his son would only play for a particular franchise of his preference (he has since backtracked the statement) even though the drafting process is in laymen’s term is “first come, first serve” as whatever organization that is in position to draft said player has every right to pick whoever they so choose. He also went on to proclaim that albeit sneaker companies have been after his son (once again his son has never played a professional game in his life) he is only willing to discuss distribution deals for his son’s sneaker brand in the likeness of Jordan brand called Triple B’s. So to give this perspective, a young man who has never played professional basketball father is demanding that his son have a shoe deal, his choice of the team he wants to play for, all while insulting two NBA legends as well. Wow. We often talk about handing out trophies to all participants, but what does it mean when a kid’s father hijacks the trophy truck way before the trophy presentation. I can understand having confidence in your child and feeling passionate about his life and wanting the best for your child. I get it. But what kind of precedence or standard of respect is this teaching your child? To each his own with regards to how they choose to raise their offspring, but sometimes some things are so egregious that you have to question a person’s parental guidance. Lavar Ball is not lacing up those shoes, in fact the university is paying for them more than likely. Lavar Ball will not have to pay his son’s salary at the NBA level, because the org he plays for will handle that. Lavar Ball will not have to face competition night in and night out against the world’s best basketball players who will look to annihilate young kids who come in with an air of arrogance surrounding them. So all in all why is Lavar Ball acting like he is the one playing for UCLA and not his son? This should be a time for his son to showcase his greatness, yet we are talking about the arrogant proclamation of a father  who is stealing the spotlight from his son. No one is questioning Lavar Ball having high standards for his child or anyone having high expectation for children. Really good parents want their kids to exceed abundantly. I have always believed that true power is alway silent. Greats like Tim Duncan barely made a squeak during his entire tenure as a professional and yet his NBA resume puts him atop a list of the all-time greatest ever to play the game. So is Lavar Ball “that” parent?  We all know them, the ones who scream at their kid’s coaches and trip cheerleaders who make the squad over their kid. The ones who create a generation of entitled anal cavity muscles who believe they deserve everything just because they showed up. Lonzo Ball has apparently worked his butt off to get where he is and I think it is safe to say his father played a humongous part in doing so. But one of the worse things any person can do is pull a Leon Lett and celebrate prematurely before reaching the finish line. You respect the goal and you respect the process, I don’t know of any great person no matter how confident he or she is that does not adhere to this philosophy. In sports you may see players scramble for a loose ball now and then and are able to corral it, but when a loose cannon misfires the results are always quite damaging. My hope is for a great career for young Lonzo Ball who is talented beyond measure, but I also hope that Lavar Ball recognizes that he has done a great job that does not require these demands as validation of that terrific job. And perhaps in the end Lonzo Ball will be remembered in a song by his generation’s Kurtis Blow’s much like Julius Irving was. #when Dr. J shook the whole damn team with moves that came right out of a dream #they’re playing basketball  #ballislife