Support #2

Shout out to fellow blogger Zwanjay for making this dope ass Wolverine hat for me. As a hat man and a die hard Marvel comics fan, I really appreciate it. Y'all see that poster in the background? That poster is older than my kids. I've had that poster for almost 20 years now. As I... Continue Reading →


Jazz vs Blazers Opening Night. Quick insight 

Tareau Barron's prediction for MVP this season went off last night. (No, not you Kawhi Leonard). I'm talking about Brookfield's own  (East Oakland Y'all) Damien Lillard. So, you are just going to ignore the Trail Blazers, right? Good. I'm glad. As you know I'm a die hard Warrior's fan 2nd but I am a die... Continue Reading →

Wednesday Wire

 NBA Tip-Off  The Golden State Warriors played  opening night  with no energy and no heart. Steph Curry and Kevin Durant were the only two Warriors playing worth a damn. There was no energy until about 3:30 left in the second quarter. When the above mentioned duo decided, the hell with everybody else on this team!... Continue Reading →

The Maturation of Matthew

Megatron Who? Without arguably one of the best receivers to ever lace'em up, Matthew Stafford is leading the Detroit Lions to a winning record in 2016. Spreading the ball around, and—so far this season, more accurate than any point in his career. Maybe this is what happens when you are stripped of your security blanket. It forces... Continue Reading →

For The Love Of Her

Activities For Grown Folks

teen girlI’m going to be brutally honest. I only got into basketball when I was younger due to a girl I had a crush on. I was fascinated as an 8 year old boy, watching her move and break defenders down. She was 13 at the time. Call it pre pubescant hormones but it was amazing watching this young lady. The sad part is, I dont even remember her name. She was the one who gave me confidence to play the game. I would see her in the summers at the North Beach Playground here in the city. She would be on the court with grown men, Balling Out. I would rebound her shots for her hours on end. She told me that I’m great at finding the loose balls and looking for my teammates. I couldn’t shoot however. I shot like Josh Childress. Which sounds fine for an 8 year old kid…

View original post 1,139 more words

Blog at

Up ↑