Mr. Irving said he came to camp ready to participate and help the team win a championship. Then they made it mandatory to take the vaccine. It was optional last year. I can’t answer for Mr. Irving on whether he took the mandate as confusion or distrust for the NBA. Possibly a little of both.
What I do know is that he’s being called ignorant, stupid, selfish, crazy, all over the place, hard to understand, and someone who’s letting his team down.
He’s being criticized because there are people who make a lot LESS money than him and are choosing to take the vaccine. Unfortunately, for a black man who thinks for himself, money always gets brought up in these sensitive topics.
Why is it necessary to have pockets checked in the first place? The topic of discussion is medicine and whether one should or shouldn’t have the right to take it.
People are talking about it’s definitely his right to not take the vaccine but he has to deal with the consequences as if he’s a 12 year old turning in a late math assignment.
All these vicious and horrible undermining attacks aimed at a young man that until last night was relatively quiet. A thoughtful gentleman that just wants to live his life in peace.
If I somehow had the chance to read the written words of all the individuals who voiced their opinions on Mr. Irving without hearing or watching them speak on TV, not hearing voices or seeing faces, I’d swear they came from a bunch of middle aged to older white guys talking that shut up and dribble nonsense on Fox News or some idiotic podcast headed by the ignorant whites using there “First Amendment Rights”.
However, to my disappointment these are black men on ESPN and other high profile networks painting a picture of a young man that’s so distorted that I don’t feel anything but embarrassment. I feel embarrassment that I share the same hue as some of these individuals.
Stephen A Smith seems to be the ringleader rounding up all the troops being as vicious as a black man can possibly be towards another black man without simply pulling out a gun on Mr. Irving and unloading a whole clip.
Sometimes I think Mr. Smith is highly entertaining but when a black person gets in a jam, the loudest one in all of TV is undisputedly Stephen A Smith.
He’s hard to watch sometimes. Especially when it’s clear he’s not separating his personal feelings from the profession of Journalism.
White folks see this guy spewing all this rhetoric at black folks and it seems like there rewarding his efforts to tear down as many prominent black athletes as possible. He’s one of the highest paid personalities on TV.
I definitely don’t knock him for getting the bag. He deserves every penny of it. However, as my uncle Big John would say, “All Money Aint Good Money”. If this was hip-hop and a rap battle, Mr. Smith would and should have the green light to be as vicious as possible to gain a victory.
But on a sports debate show when he’s clearly setting an example on behalf of black folks in the media, I would think some things he speaks on concerning black people should be dealt with in a more sensitive manner.
This is Amerikkka for black folks. It’s designed for us to fail here. For black folks, we know very little about America and this justice for all foolishness.
Most of us come from way below the bottom. Most of us had run-ins with the law having our civil rights abused on a continual basis.
I can’t name one black male who’s never spent at least one night in jail. I’m sure they’re out there but I don’t know any myself.
Many of us can say we’ve spent nights or weekends in jail for little or nothing. We’ve all been profiled. Most of us have lost jobs in racial manners but didn’t have the resources to fight it.
The school systems in many black communities are below par. We don’t get equal pay and have to work twice as hard as our white counterparts to get crumbs.
Then a few of us make it and have the finances to change our lives and our families lives only to be antagonized and berated by one who looks like us.
One of the greatest things I ever saw on TV was the day Terrell Owens went on first take and told Mr. Smith that Max Kellerman acted as more of a black man than Mr. Smith. That comment spoke volumes.
I wonder how many other brothas have been feeling the same way. That exchange definitely got my attention.
This has nothing at all to do with a choice to be vaccinated. It’s just a take on why black men are at the forefront of this verbal lynching of another black man with the grand dragon being in the person of Stephen A Smith.
Like I said, I feel embarrassment by all this. Disappointment. I wish we could look at this for what it is and either not comment at all or be a little more creative.
Of all the things black men have to deal with in this country, the last thing we should have to be worried about is attacks from those who look like us.
Sending love and praises for Dave Chappelle for speaking up for Da Baby. Niggaz make a whole album full of killing and when it gets real and a young brotha make a mistake instead of covering and protecting one of our own, they scatter like water bugs. Folks took food off his table and money out his pockets just because he made a mistake and the “gangstas” in hip-hop just let that shit happen. Dave Chappelle negotiated the release and now Da Baby is back home. Oh and speaking of rainbows, how’s that George Floyd bill coming along.🤔 I’ll stop there. I don’t want no smoke with nobody.
If God sits on a throne in heaven that implies he has a butt. If he has a butt than hes human. What’s the point in being so low in our own humanity that we WORSHIP one with human characteristics. Dont the bible itself say “God is a spirit”? Am I the only one seeing the contradiction here? Of course not. Many see flaws and contradictions and displaying the courage to come forward while sacrificing relationships, family and friendships. That’s the sad part. No one should have to sacrifice so much in the name of open minds and information. This is the problem. The elephant in the room if you will. If the bible says love is the first fruit of the spirit, why isnt that being practiced when we hear something different than what we’ve been taught. What would Jesus really do in this matter.
If Jesus was to come back I’ve reserved the right to have the first sit down. He’s got a lot of explaining to do. Aint no judgement day unless he clear up a few issues.
They said “we needed Trump out of here”. Then voted the new devil in. You were all duped. They even shamed folks who couldn’t decide who to vote for. Made them feel guilty for not going along with crowd. Cause you scared of Trump little red petty ass. Oh but that white boy was down wit Obama and had a black vice president so he must be cool. Dafuk outta here. It’s still legal for cops to kill niggaz out here. Excuse my french. Only thing changed is the day.
I aint putting pictures up of the border on my page. As foul as that was, hell, they could have been shooting and still the only thing that would have happened is politics, mad black folks, slick talking white folks and weak human beings talking that “at least we got rid of Trump” shit.
How many school yard fights would have happened if none of the other kids showed up to watch? Why is that question relevant Wet.Dirt? Energy grows where your attention flows. In this case its fear. The energy of fear is strong folks. They needed something to keep the people scared and thinking about everything except the shit we were promised when we voted the new white boy in.
Side note: To all the decent folks who are fighting along side the beautiful black folks with less melanin in your skin, I got love for yall. It’s the other assholes I got beef with. The 1850 devils who somehow time traveled to 2021. Well, actually they didnt time travel. Those cockroaches evade cans of Raid with incredible agility.
Anyway, the school yard thing. Yall need to stop watching the News. This is how the fear is kept up. They go out of there way to find things to keep us scared because number one they know the people will pick anger with no actions rather than retaliate with an equal exchange of energy. The only real character flaw black folks have is being too nice and forgiving.
Anyway, this is what yall voted for. How the hell such a low number of people can control the masses has been something my brain has never been able to compute. Collectively we seem to turn away from our own power. This is why Amerikkka is what it is.
Is your kiss really that powerful to me? That connection that pauses time.
The waves of high vibrations that runs through my being. I’m only describing what it feels like when I grab your hand and pull you close to me before we even kiss.
I’ll get to that part in a bit but the fragrance that floats up my nostrils as we get closer, the look in your eyes as they start to close right before we touch each other with our lips.
Yeah. That part. When I know I’ll experience something familiar but for the first time all over again.
Even though our eyes are both closed at the point of connection, I see our love. I feel your presence. The taste of your tongue and how it massages mine is completely addictive.
Our embrace while all this is going on, is the recharge my soul uses when creativity is low. That energy revitalizes me. The most intense part is, it’s all in my mind.
He thought these things as she passed by. It was only about 15 seconds. Her hair, long and curly complimented her voluptuous body.
Her face seemingly angelic. As she laughed with her friends, two deep dimples on both sides of her face nearly dropped him.
Never in his life had he seen such an exotic looking woman cross his path. Just as he began to look forward in his stride, he knew he caught a glance that she effortlessly threw his way.
Did she? Unsure of himself, he walked towards a near by wall in the hallway and stood by himself.
There was a crowd of people gathering in a large auditorium witnessing a high class wedding. The bride and groom had left moments ago, and the rest were in the process of heading downstairs where the reception was to be held.
He didn’t want to look like some sort of pervert or be weird, but did notice after she hugged her friends and wished them well, there was a separation.
Her friends walked in the direction of where he was standing. They were going in the direction of the music downstairs.
She was walking out of the building by herself. As he watched her walk, his eyes were literally pulling his body in the direction of her shapely rear.
Never had he seen such a perfect specimen of female power. His mind spoke up loudly. She’s out of your league bro! There are plenty of girls downstairs.
But for some reason he ignored his life-time of shyness and self-doubt. Normally, the reality for him was going down-stairs and finding a nice table or wall out of the way, getting his meal, drinking his drink, and making his way home.
He wasn’t ugly. No woman would ever see him as unattractive but he fought all his life with low self-esteem and constantly going out of his way to devalue himself.
For some reason, this woman made him forget all that. She being within inches of the door, he lightly trotted ahead of her to open it to hold as she walked through.
“Thank you”. She says to him in her soft but firm voice. “My pleasure” was his response. Then just like that, his mind goes blank, he hesitates with a shy grin, then she walks past.
Right at that moment, it was sure defeat. The moment where once again, he let his low view on himself defeat him from yet another lady he was attracted to, but not courageous enough to pursue. Then she turned around.
“I hate weddings!” she proclaimed. His whole being lit up. As she approached him, he chuckled and said, “me too”.
“I usually don’t do this but hi, my name is Charity” as she extended her hand to shake. He not only shakes but gives a light kiss on her hand that made her feel flattered and special.
“I’m Loose and Loose loves Charity”. They both laughed as they both knew Loose was definitely a joke and not a name. “Greg, nice to meet you”.
For some reason, this woman and this brief encounter made Greg feel new. The shy guy he was clinging to or maybe more fitting, clinging to him, was literally dying in the moment.
Her hazel eyes were breathtaking to him and the conversation flowed freely as they briefly got to know each other.
“Heading home”?! Greg asked. “Yeah, I lead a pretty boring life”. Charity answered with a giggle. Charity was a psychologist. 28 years old, single, and was working in her first full year in the profession.
She hadn’t yet learned to just slow down and take a break. After graduating high school, it was straight to college and straight A’s getting her degree in 6 years.
Then the job of her dream right after that. After 8 months even though she’s fulfilled with her career, she’s feeling the effects of burnout.
Greg offers to walk her to her car to see her off. As he opens her door he asks for her number. Charity unlocks her phone, hands it to him and asks Greg to call his phone with it.
Greg is a numbers cruncher. An accountant at a high dollar firm for world famous entertainers.
He himself has never gotten a grade below a “B”, knew what he wanted, pursued it, and living in what he would describe his calling as well.
As they say pleasant parting words, Charity rolls up her window and begins to drive off.
She’s not even 20 feet away when Greg pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls.
“It’s Saturday, Labor day is Monday, are you really going home or just trying to get rid of me”?
With no traffic, Charity stops at the light, backs up as Greg walks towards her car, and when they meet, Greg simply gets in the car and they drive off.
The silver Benz Charity picked Greg up in, had the heavenly aroma of her luxurious fragrance pleasantly pinning him to the passenger’s seat.
“Siri, play real rap shit playlist”. Jay-Z filled the car with his infamous song “So Ghetto” off his Volume 3 album.
After about 10 minutes in the car with no talking, just music, Charity pulls up to a restaurant where Greg immediately gets out to walk to her side and opens the door.
Not only does he open her door, he lightly grabs her hand and once again kisses it as she arises out of her car.
“Chivalry will get you everywhere with me sir”. They’re eyes lock. For them, it seemed like an eternity. They were both smitten and didn’t break the trance until the honk from a car filled their ears wanting to get by.
As they walk into this lavish but still a bit quaint restaurant, to Greg’s surprise, Charity pleasantly says “Daddy” to an older looking gentleman approaching them.
For a moment at least, the calm and collected, newfound cool Greg just recently attained fleeted him and he’s thinking to himself, “Damn, her father on the first date”?
Charity seemingly reading his mind, looks at him laughing, “No this isn’t a date. Dad this is Greg. He needed a ride from the wedding and I was hungry”.
Her dad extends his hand to shake Greg’s and says, “Don’t be alarmed, I’m Mr. Jones”.
And just like that, Greg came back to himself. “An honor to meet you sir”. Looks at Charity with a grin and says, “please tell me there’s a ribeye in the building” as the three of them share an innocent laugh.
This was an interesting restaurant. Not very big but certain tables revolved slowly. Fitting because the restaurant was named Circles.
The meal was damn near ecstasy for Greg. Ribeye was his favorite cut of meat and it was seasoned and cooked perfectly.
“Does your dad own this restaurant”? Greg asks Charity with curiosity. “No, I do. He’s my stepdad. When my mom past away, there was a nice amount of money my mom left for me as the only child. My dad loves to cook, he needed a job, so I bought this place”.
Then not being able to hold it in, Charity begins to laugh hysterically. Greg not knowing what was going on begins to think he was the butt of some joke.
Charity explained that she didn’t really own the place. Mr. Jones’ best friend owns it. They served in Desert Storm together and because of the countless times Mr. Jones helped and even saved his life, the owner Travis Kent was always grateful to him.
Every Saturday Mr. Jones and Mr. Kent would get together to have dinner and drinks and entertain the patron’s with their war stories.
As the meal was completed and the server comes to check on the two, Greg says “check please”. Charity says, “it’s all good, steaks on the house”, and to his surprise, Charity gets up first, grabs his jacket and says, “ready to get your car”?
Being flattered, Greg says, “thank you” and grabs his jacket and the two proceed to the door.
Greg see’s Mr. Kent on his way out as he and Mr. Jones were talking to guests. He expresses gratitude then looks Mr. Jones in the eye and hopes to see him again.
As they drive to the auditorium where the wedding was earlier, the people were getting out from the reception. When they find Greg’s car, he thanks Charity for a lovely dinner, once again kisses her hand and says, “I definitely hope to see you soon”.
Charity with a bit of a devilish grin on her face tells him in a soft voice, “It may be sooner than you think”.
No sooner then Greg gets in his car and turns the key, his phone rings.
A beautiful and familiar voice has two words, then just like that, the call was over. “Follow me”.
Charity and Greg drive for about 20 minutes and he notices a huge house sitting on the edge of a lake. The full moon was shining beautifully off the water. Within seconds, they pull up to a house right off the lake.
Charity gets out of her car first and goes to her trunk to pull out a huge blanket.
Greg meets her at her car and asks, “is this your house”? “Its one of my stepdads”, she answered, I used to stay here in the summer when I came home on break from school”.
As they walk down to the beach, he noticed how perfect the weather was. He couldn’t believe such a perfect night was happening.
Charity goes to what she calls her favorite spot. To Greg’s surprise, she begins to take off her clothes. It revealed a two piece bathing suit under it.
She lays out the blanket and sits down inviting Greg. Greg takes off his shoes and sits next to her and they begin to look up at the sky. The full moon was out and stars were everywhere.
As they spoke lightly, heard the tide of the lake, and watched the sky, Charity reached to grab Greg’s hand. The energy transfer between the two with this soft connection led Greg to do one thing.
He turned and kissed Charity. Their lips and tongues passionately massage one another. They were in a universe of their own.
Charity positioned her hand to unbutton Greg’s shirt and they never lost connection with there mouths. Soon his shirt was unbuttoned and he began to take his pants off.
Charity then gets up and leads Greg to the water. As the water gets waist deep for both, Charity takes off her panties which led Greg to take off his boxers.
They held each other and kissed. Wanting each other more and more with every moment. Greg’s pulsating man part was right up against Charity’s stomach as she massaged and kiss Greg’s neck and upper chest.
Then Greg did something only to be described as passionate lust. He submerged himself under the water, lifted Charity’s leg over his shoulder and plunged his face and mouth into Charity’s soft and shaven flower.
Her moans of ecstasy could have been heard from far distances but it was only them in the shallow part of the lake enjoying the time and space of one another.
It seemed like forever and at least one earth shattering orgasm when Greg finally emerged from under water.
He picks Charity up to carry her back to the blanket and as he lays her down, he spreads her legs as far apart as they could go and drags his tongue from her ankle, up her left leg, past her stomach and breast and rested his tongue in her mouth.
Charity then guides his penis into herself as they both let out loud moans of intense love making.
They had only met 7 hours ago. For some reason, what was taking place had no wrong in it whatsoever.
That glance she gave him in the hallway as she passed by at the wedding earlier wasn’t totally coincidental. She saw him sitting alone in the wedding and hoped at some point he would approach her.
She was immediately drawn to him but as the ceremony ended, her friend came by to talk. It was her first night back home in a while.
She lives and works 30 minutes away and attending the wedding was more of a favor to a friend then her actually knowing the bride and groom all that well.
As the nuptials were recited all she could give her attention to was Greg. She knew she had to have him but didn’t know how.
Him opening the door for her as she left the auditorium was her chance to say something because she didn’t know if she’d ever see him again.
As they roll over on the towel, Charity get’s on top and grabs Greg’s member that is raging with wanting. The sweet smell of Charity’s flower seems to hover around the humid air that keeps reminding them both of love.
She starts at its peak, softly opens her mouth, and gently lowers her head receiving every bit of firm deliciousness using an extra amount of natural lubricant from her mouth to increase the satisfying moment Greg was having.
In 28 years this had never happened to Greg. None of it. In fact, before tonight, the only sexual experience Greg had was with himself.
All he knew to do was breathe, enjoy, and appreciate. Charity served her man with no other mission but to make sure he never even wants another woman for the rest of his life.
Right at the moment Greg could no longer take it anymore, Charity instinctively and quickly raised her head which withdrew her mouth off of Greg’s physical passion, positioned her body where her moistened area of love briefly hovered over his wanting and lowered herself.
The climax was immediate and intense with such passion that screams of pleasure and cries of joy filled the beach. They loved each other excessively. Then Charity collapsed on top of Greg as they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.