Win It For Rose by Luis Torres

 Here we are, in the wake of the Bulls’ game 1 victory in the 2012 playoffs. Yet the mood not what you would expect with not much excitement but rather disappointment. Any Bulls fan would ask themselves why now? Why us? Why him? Could it have been the hurried season? The coach? You can’t point the finger. The sad truth is that it’s sports. It happens. Anytime anyone plays a sport there is always a risk of injury big and small. So it happened, and all we can do is move forward right? Right.

I arrived at work a little earlier than usual to catch a glimpse of the game. As i walked into the lunchroom of my workplace the first thing i noticed was the score, then the time left in the game. Excitement filled the room in anticipation of a game 1 victory. Seconds later, the first play i seen was Derrick Rose dribble down the lane, cross over to the right, take a hop step, go up then pass to Boozer, then disappear from the screen. I noticed he fell as the play continued, when the camera went back to him, he was grabbing his left knee. Now, I’m not a doctor but if you play sports enough to notice the difference between certain injuries you kind of notice things before other people do. As my gut was telling me that from the pain Rose was in and the limited movement he showed holding on to his knee that it could’ve been a sprain but looked more like ACL issue. The words that came out of my mouth seconds later “he’s done” were more instinct than anything. I’ve seen the injury over and over and over amongst friends and colleagues while playing. It was similar to the scene in Friday Night Lights where the same injury occured to star running back Boobie Miles only this was happening in real time and the real world.  It’s an injury that takes significant time to heal not to mention the rehabilitation process. When you notice the crowd get so quiet as you see the superstar of your home team you can’t help but to feel distraught. The seconds ticked away as the Bulls won but all the hearts that dropped after what they witnessed were still in shock. There was a coworker who shall remain nameless, who didn’t think much of the injury. In her words it was “all for promotion, all for hype, to sell tickets just like they do in boxing.” Try to explain that as i told her “sorry girl this isn’t Basketball Wives or some type of reality show.” But she insisted that it was fake and Derrick would sit out and play the following game. Well, there you go naive one, you tell us when Derrick Rose will be ready to go again.

Coming off and MVP season last year, Rose had his share of injuries throughout this season that had sidelined him for a significant amount of time. The rest of the Bulls team however did anything but roll over and play dead. They managed to find ways to win 18 games without Rose in the lineup and it proved to the rest of the league that Chicago could continue without its leader.

Some fans are writing off Rose saying he’s injury prone, but when statements like that are made you have to take into consideration that is a scrunched up 66 games season. There have been a lot of major injuries suffered by key players on legitimate teams. This isn’t NBA Live without the injury setting set to off. The human body does take a toll day in and day out and Derrick had one speed and one speed only and that was go hard or go home. We supported that mentality and it has brought us this far. Recovering from one injury and suffering an additional one after another after another is not uncommon. It happens to the all the greats and when it does it’s hard to watch but how can you write off a fierce competitor like Rose.

Rose has already accomplished so much in his early career trying to be the best at what he does. He has overcome multiple obstacles and rarely with a smile. His humbleness sets him apart from the other superstars in the league. He represents the hardships Chicagoans go through. We were him, we were that kid on the playground wearing our Jordans, counting down the last five seconds as we dribbled for the last shot wearing a Bulls jersey. We were the ones that hit that swish as we jumped up and down raising our hands in the air looking at the Chicago skyline. We heard the crowd go wild cheering our name even if we made the crowd noise ourselves. What do we owe this 23 year old from Englewood that is living all of OUR childhood dream? After all, it’s just a game right? Anywhere else it might be. I know i don’t speak for myself that in Chicago it’s more than a sport. It’s a dedication, a passion that runs through our veins, it’s what we breathe. We were here in the glory days of Michael and Scottie running the show. We were also here through the hardships of the Baby Bulls in the early 2000′s. As I looked on in 2008 with a dear friend of mine Bobby Stewart we watched  David Stern announce Derrick’s name as the Bulls No.1 pick and we felt as if a weight had been lifted off the city’s shoulders. So when we see one of ours go down the way that Derrick did, it hurts. The timing hurts even more, but who’s to say the Bulls are done. Certainly not the dedicated fans, we had the best regular season record for a reason with Derrick or without.

Rose will miss the Olympics which he was looking forward to but now it’s about getting back period considering the rehabilitation process will carry into next season. It’s all about how he heals and reacts. He will have to adjust his game especially since he plays with such explosiveness. This type of ligament tear happens often and considering he has to regain strength and motion in his left leg the timetable is uncertain.

It certainly puts a damper on the whole playoff picture. You want to go against the best to ultimately prove who the best is. More importantly this playoff run is supposed to be the one to put us over the hump like it did with the Bad Boys from Detroit and Riley’s Knicks. Although the Bulls have a major piece missing they have put together other right pieces in place to still contend for the title. The Bench Mob has to live up to its name, after all it’s playoff time and this is what they have been preparing for all season.

Tom Thibedau has established a plan that is lethal when it operates correctly. It has made skeptics into believers over time and this will be the ultimate test. Everyone has to be on the same page, the focus is quite clear. Not having Rose is a terrible blow that is a fact, but the Bulls have learned not to panic. They have equipped themselves with poise and versatility and not having Rose play during his injuries has prepared them for whatever comes their way and what it takes to overcome it.

he playoff push has just begun and Chicago hasn’t lost focus on the prize that awaits. This will be a task that will test determination, teamwork, and perseverance. All eyes are on Chicago, and we the people of this beloved city will be watching every shot that goes up and we will have the backs of every player out on that court that SEES RED. LET’S WIN THIS FOR ROSE………

 

Published in: on April 29, 2012 at 10:06 PM  Leave a Comment  

Desire by LaTonya Williams

Today’s Guest Blogger LaTonya Williams. Enjoy. ~ K

Soft words whispered in my ear

My heart skips a beat

Slow, tender kisses on my neck

My knees go weak

My body wants more

More of your touch, more of your kisses

Bite marks appear

My shoulder, the middle of my back, the inside of my thigh

I give in to the moment

Time no longer matters

Right here, right now

I want you

Must have you

Ecstasy draws near

i open my eyes

Alone i lay

Fire still burning deep within

My body wants more,

My soul needs more

Desire…

Published in: on April 9, 2012 at 2:05 AM  Comments (1)  
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Big Bad Wolf by Bryanna Adams

Today’s guest blogger is someone that is very special to me. She makes the best kool aid and chocolate chip cookies in the world. Also,  Byranna is one talented young lady. When I first read this poem I was blown away by the content. As adults we seem to forget what some many young women are going through in their lives. Thanks Brye Brye for the great poem and for the record…I only  love you when you bake me cookies. ~ Uncle K

Big Bad Wolf

Not long ago..
In a land where problems don’t exist and everything is a musical number
They called me..
Lil Red
He followed me through the woods of the hood
Merely because he craved for goodies
Just wanted to dip his tongue in the milk and cookies
And he watched me walk to grandma’s house
Now who’s really afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
He walks down the street and it makes mothers grab the hands of their adult daughters
Not supposed to be near school because the risk of someone’s innocence he could slaughter
Completely perverted, he stared at the behinds young ones
Just a little something to give him some unsatisfactory satisfaction
Every two minutes one Lil Red is assaulted
When he talked to me I panicked
My heart stopped
Shook in my boots
Became hysterical and tried to run
But he grabbed my arm and said
“Hey…can I talk to you for a minute? Where you goin?”
Words and letters had difficulty going from my head to my mouth
And began to shout out
“I’m goin to my sick grandma’s house”
He already knew my route.
44% of the Big Bad Wolf’s victims are under the age of 18
15% are under the age of 12
The Big Bad Wolf walked behind me waiting to pounce
Lured me into bush behind some house and I went
He opened his arms and held me down
How could I be so naïve?
It hurt
And I bled red
Bruises purple from struggle
His eyes green
I could feel my heart beat right through the tips of my toes and fingers
I felt like I was about to explode
And I screamed but no one could hear me
93% know exactly
 who the Big Bad Wolf is
Where’s my knight and shining armor
Where’s freaking fairy godmother
My genie in a bottle?!
Where the hell are they?
Well the only I’m sure they’re not
Is here
My legs were still wide open from the penetration
But his train had already left my destination
He was gone
And it hurt to walk when I got up…
I bled red
My bruises purple
The sky blue
My purity black
His conscience clean
All eyes
On me
All the way to Grandma’s house
Now you tell me…
Who’s really afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

Published in: on February 24, 2012 at 1:18 PM  Comments (1)  

Black Vs. African American by Samantha Ivee

Today’s Guest Blooger is Samantha Ivee. I’ve known Sam for a couple of months now. She has a great future ahead of her. I know she will have a major impact on people lives. Enjoy. ~ K

Black Vs. African American
My mother was born and raised in Chicago IL the south side to be specific, my grandmother born in Mississippi, so I ask you how that makes me African American.
A few weeks ago I was leaving my school campus racing to the brown line in hopes to make it on time for dinner with a close friend of mine. Sweat dripping from my brow I leap for the train. My heart attempts to catch up, as I plop down in the seat. A young woman who appeared to be of Middle Eastern decent behind me, taps my shoulder. I slowly turn around and look at her in curiosity.
“I’m from Egypt I just moved here, and I want to know what products you use to put in your hair” she asks.
“Eco Styler Gel” I respond with a smile.
“Are you biracial” she asks confused.
“No both my parents are Black,” I say.
“You shouldn’t call yourself Black, your African American” she said angrily.
I have never been a person who has referred to myself as African American because I feel the correct definition of an African American is a person who was born in the continent of Africa and moved to America, those people should be called African American in my opinion. My grandmother was from this country and my mother as well, as much as I hate to say it I am just a plain American born and raised. My skin color is Black and that is how I choose to describe myself.

Samantha Ivee

Published in: on February 10, 2012 at 5:41 PM  Comments (1)  

Emotional Vampires by Judith Orloff MD

Emotional Vampires draw you in with charm, beauty, talent and pulse pounding excitement.  Then they drain you – not of blood but of every last drop of emotional energy.

Vampire 1: The Narcissist

This vampire is grandiose, self-important, attention hogging, and hungry for admiration. She is often charming and intelligent–until her guru status is threatened.

Self-defense tips: Enjoy her good qualities, but keep your expectations realistic. Because her motto is “me-first,” getting angry or stating your needs won’t phase her. To get her cooperation, show how your request satisfies her self-interest.

Vampire 2: The Victim. 

This vampire thinks the world is against him, and demands that others rescue him.

Self-defense tips: Don’t be his therapist, and don’t tell him to buck up. Limit your interactions, and don’t get involved in his self-pity.

Vampire 3: The Controller.

This vampire has an opinion about everything, thinks he knows what’s best for you, has a rigid sense of right and wrong, and needs to dominate.

Self-defense tips: Speak up and be confident. Don’t get caught up in bickering over the small stuff. Assert your needs, and then agree to disagree.

Vampire 4: The Criticizer.

This vampire feels qualified to judge you, belittle you, and bolster her own ego by making you feel small and ashamed.

Self-defense tips: Don’t take what she says personally. Address a misplaced criticism directly. Don’t get defensive. Express appreciation for what’s useful. Bounce back with a massive dose of loving-kindness.

Vampire 5: The Splitter.

This vampire may treat you like his BFF one day, and then mercilessly attack you the next day when he feels wronged. He is often a threatening rageaholic who revels in keeping others on an emotional rollercoaster.

Self-defense tips: Establish boundaries and be solution-oriented. Avoid skirmishes, refuse to take sides, and avoid eye contact when he’s raging at you. Visualize a protective shield around you when you’re being emotionally attacked.

Judith Orloff MD

Published in: on January 28, 2012 at 12:28 PM  Leave a Comment  

Come on Sons….. By Raven Cox

Today’s Guest Blogger is my girl that I’ve known for over 20 plus years. I love my Raven. She is the crazy/sexy/cool chick that every man needs in his life. You check out her blog: http://moreravennever.blogspot.com
“Y’all niggas deal with emotions like bitches. What’s sad is I love you cuz you my brother…..”
Yeah, yeah I know….Nasir goes hard on Jay Z with that line….But, whenever I hear that line, it rings so true to me.
Over the past few months, my perception of men. Actually my perception of black men specifically (because they’re the ones I care about, #realtalk) has been altered a little….well….A LOT.
Ok, ok….before some stop reading, let me put this disclaimer out there:
“I LOVE MY BLACK WARRIORS. I GAVE LIFE TO A BLACK WARRIOR. I AM NOT TRYING TO BASH, DEMEAN, DEGRADE, DISRESPECT….BUT JUST LIKE MEN ACKNOWLEDGE OUR FLAWS AS BLACK WOMEN….IT IS VERY NECESSARY I ADDRESS THIS.”

Men these days….Excuse me, SOME men these days are acting REALLY FEMININE…..I mean the *side eye*, wtf, O_o type of feminine…..And this is REALLY starting to unnerve me!
Seriously, I’m starting to feel like I’m in some sort of parallel universe or Bizarro World. Where gender roles have been switched completely.
Dudes are wigging out over ended relationships. Doing things strictly for spite/revenge. Behaving like the stereotypical “woMAN scorned” instead of moving on. Leaving the women to wonder, “Damn! Was it that good to him? SHEESH!” LOL…just kidding/not really.
Then we have dudes being EXTREMELY over-sensitive these days. Like they’re the ones who are PMSing or MENopausal. You have to “tip-toe” around everything you say/do with them or they’ll jump all over you like a guilty cheating spouse who’s trying to blame you for their cheating ways.
Next, we have these “Wallona Woods” type dudes emerging. The “Rona Barretts of the projects” *James Evans’ voice* so to speak. These are the ones looking for, welcoming & spreading all the latest “dish”. Very seldom checking out stories & often naming false sources to make their story more believable. It’s no longer true at all that women gossip more than men. I’ve seen with my own eyes a dude come up with the…”Did you hear about?” Then I’ll say, “Naw, I didn’t & I really don’t want to know. That way no one can say I said anything.”….Then the dude next to me was like, “Well, tell me. What happened?” *smdh*
But, to me, what’s most egregious about these REALLY FEMININE dudes is when they’re so swift to scream…..”I’m a thug!”, “I’m a man!”, “I’m gangsta, gonna be gangsta til I die!”
But er ah….This is the one crying/screaming/throwing fits cuz the sista said she’s done. The one posting songs on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter to dis her. Telling his boys she’s a ho/trick/bitch…..Is she really now? Ummm, son….you was with that ho trick bitch for a minute with no complaints…..AND….it is ELEMENTARY pimp game, that when you telling a dude how freaky/nasty a chick is….What is he gonna do???? Let’s all say it together—–HE’S GONNA TELL HER WHAT YOU SAID AS HE TRIES TO HOLLA AT HER!!!! #duh
So now this “gangsta” dude is REALLY mad. Calling/texting her, her friends, family…freaking out cuz she’s not responding. Then the rumor spreads….She’s got a new dude. She upgraded BIG TIME & she’s cool…..Oh boy….here comes another virtual/cyber HISSY FIT!!! #buthe’sgangsta LMAO
Now, I would be remiss if I left this REALLY FEMININE dude out……..Let me start by saying, I do know that these reality shows are addictive. I tried, but I have to admit that the little TV I watch may involve one, two….ok THREE reality shows (I LOVE TI & TINY, LOL)…..but that’s cool, mainly because they’re geared to my demographic…..I can’t even trip if you’re a dude & you do become addicted to The Real Housewives of Atlanta, Basketball Wives, Love & Hip Hop, etc…..my issue is when you Facebook/Twitter beef about it!!!!! #comeonsons
Bottom Line??? I want out of this Matrix/Bizarro World!!! I want my strong MASCULINE brothers ALL BACK…..There are a lot still out there & maybe these other brothers aren’t realizing the errors of their ways. But, the ones exhibiting this type of behavior have women like me looking at you REALLY sideways…and that is NOT COOL!!! SO STOP IT!!!
If any of these actions/descriptions/scenarios seem familiar to you as something you do/have seen done and you’re offended by my opinion….I apologize if I struck a nerve….but NOT for what I’ve said.

I thank and appreciate all who will read. “Warrior keep fighting I know you’re there. Keep fighting warrior I know you’re there.” ~ Jill Scott….Peace

Published in: on January 23, 2012 at 12:58 PM  Comments (1)  

Maybe, just maybe…..(makes a lot of sense) by Claudia Sandoval

This year I wanted to showcase some writings from other people. First up is Claudia Sandoval. I’ve known Claudia for a couple of years & I can never express how important Claudia is to me. When I woke up from my coma, the first card that was given to me to read was from Claudia & “The Little One”.  Every now & then I pull the prayer card and read it. Because it filled with so much love & hope. I love her for being there for me in my darkest hour. She is a true friend. Stop by and check out her site: http://lefabuleuxdestindclaudia.tumblr.com/. Enjoy ~ K

Maybe… we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

Maybe… when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don’t even see the new one which has been opened for us.

Maybe… it is true that we don’t know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don’t know what we have been missing until it arrives.

Maybe… the happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Maybe… the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can’t go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.

Maybe… you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.

Maybe … there are moments in life when you miss someone — a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child — so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.

Maybe… the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.

Maybe… you should always try to put yourself in others’ shoes. If you feel that something could hurt you, it probably will hurt the other person, too.

Maybe… you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.

Maybe… giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don’t expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn’t, be content that it grew in yours.

Maybe… happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.

Maybe … you shouldn’t go for looks; they can deceive; don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.

Maybe… you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy

Maybe… you should try to live your life to the fullest because when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling but when you die, you can be the one who is smiling and everyone around you crying.

Maybe… God woke you up this morning for your life’s purpose today (and everyday) – to give Him praise in all you do, to bless someone else, and to lift up Jesus so that He may draw someone to Himself.

Maybe… you could send/give this message to those people who mean something to you, to those who have touched your life, to those who can and do make you smile when you really need it, to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down, and to all those whom you want to know that you appreciate them and their friendship. And maybe even to a perceived enemy!

 

Published in: on January 6, 2012 at 6:51 PM  Leave a Comment  
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