08.18.08

Track Is a Real Sport! Are You Kidding Me!?

Posted in Sports tagged , , , , , , , at 9:21 am by slimjackson

Since track and field is underway at the Olympics, I figured I would dedicate an entry to my favorite sport. Numerous people have tried to explain to me why they don’t consider track and field “a real sport”. People running to a finish line, jumping over a bar or into sand, or throwing a weighted implement apparently don’t compare to shooting a basketball, hitting a baseball, or tackling someone to the turf in football. This is probably more of a thought in America, where an emphasis is placed on team sports. In a country where people are known for looking to place the blame on everybody else but themselves, this makes perfect sense (No, this isn’t a rant about America). While there is a significant amount of personal accountability in team sports for the stars, it doesn’t compare to that which you see in track. Think about it, the stars in team sports can blame the officials or the teammates for shortcomings. In track, one can only blame his or herself for any failures.

Team sports are great to watch. Nothing is better than being at a game supporting your team (unless it’s the New York Knicks) or booing the team that you have come to despise. But what about the players themselves? We often hear of basketball players not showing up at practice, getting to games late, or not getting the ball enough during the game. The same can be said in football. Baseball is a bit different since it’s usually the pitcher vs. the catcher (pause) before anything else can happen. However in track, it is you, the individual, vs. yourself. Yes, you are competing against others, but it’s what you can do yourself that really matters. When you don’t run fast, jump high or far, or throw a certain distance, you really can’t blame anybody but yourself and perhaps mother nature during the outdoor season. Missing a few practice can be the difference between first and fifth place. Bare in mind that there are tiers of athletes. Not everybody can be an Olympian or professional athlete. In our team sports, once you finish college it’s pretty much over as far as serious competition. That men’s or women’s winter basketball league doesn’t really count in my book.

However, in track many athletes compete beyond college graduation to continue improving themselves despite the fact they most likely will not be a big time athlete. Their continued training is just an extension of their previous career. There’s a personal challenge that often drives the athlete to compete until they have reached an established goal before hanging up the spikes or shoes or poles. In team sports, what can a person do but continue to play as a recreational activity? Although in some areas, sports like basketball are really a way of life. They allow people to be the big man on the block/court, but that’s a totally different blog entry.

A lot of people also forget that their favorite athletes were once track and field stars at some point in their career. Given the decreased emphasis on track in the United States, this often gets brushed under the table. But the next time you try to argue track isn’t a sport, ask yourself if you could dedicate 10-20 hours a week to specific event and weigh training to improve yourself in individual competition where you know you may not be the best out there of all the competitors on any given day. You many not even be on a good track team and you still have to dedicate that time to self improvement. Could you do it? If your answer is no, then maybe track and field isn’t “the sport” for you. I, along with my fellow trackletes, suggest you re-evaluate what is and what isn’t “a real sport”. There is no “I” in a team, except for track and field, where everything is focused on the Individual effort.

06.25.08

Kobe, Tell Me How My Ass Tastes?

Posted in Music/Thuggery, Sports tagged , , , , , , at 4:29 am by slimjackson

Though I wish I could have gotten to this post earlier, I gotta take some time to reflect on the Shaq freestyle relating to Kobe Bryant. After I picked myself up off the floor and wiped the tears of laughter from my face, I was both amazed and disappointed at the same time. I scoured the internet for news stories and commentary and found out that Shaq lost his Sheriff badges for spitting that…garbage.

Yes, this was one of the worst freestyles ever. However, it is one of the funniest things I’ve seen Shaq do in a long time. You gotta love the big guy. He can say and do what he wants. He’s a 7 foot tall machine with enough money to make people “taste his ass” if he really wanted (yuck). Shaq’s biggest mistake in this freestyle was dropping the notorious endearing version of the N word, meant only to be used by people who look like me. You’ll never see the word in one of my blogs, I don’t wanna give people the wrong idea. After all, I am an articulate black guy. Nonetheless, it’s quite humorous and borderline ironic that he would lose his sheriff badges for making “racial slurs”. I suppose if we are to employ equal treatment, he must be admonished for his actions. After all, if this was a white person it would have been extremely ugly. I think we are still recovering from Kramer’s outburst at the comedy club. *shutters*

“Kobe, tell me how my ass taste” should have been followed with “pause”

Perhaps the best line of the whole thing. An excellent hook that is better sung by Paul Pierce, Kevin Garnett, Ray Allen, or any other member of the Boston Celtics. Regardless of who says it, it’s funny. He really kicked the man while he was down. This still falls way beneath that which 50 cent did to Young Buck (See my other entry). But moving on, Shaq then proceeded to unleash the bitterness that has been brewing within in regard to Kobe dropping dime and shedding light on the obvious fact that he has been sliding off on wifeykins. Superhead (Karrine Steffans) even mentioned that Shaq was quite the sweaty individual in the sheets. All Kobe did was confirm whatever 95% of realistic people already knew about his affinity for women. But damn Shaq, can we get a pause on the ass tasting comment?

Hip Hop continues to make headlines, if you wanna call this hip hop related. For the purpose of categorizing my blog entries, I will refer to it as that. On a positive note though, nobody has gotten shot, stabbed, shanked, choked, swiss cheesed, or hit with a blunt object…yet. Then again, I don’t even know if this is considered a beef. The media has to spin stories like this to keep us entertained. Besides, who wants to hear that SARS has made it’s way back to the United States anyway?

06.19.08

Boston Is Pizzling. Garnett Has a Foul Mouth.

Posted in Sports, Uncategorized tagged , , , , at 1:37 am by slimjackson

This morning I woke up late as usual. I wake up late so often that I’m starting to think late is the new on-time. Then again, CPT has already been established. It’s a cultural thing. Anyway, the Celtics are the new NBA champions. I considered going out last night to engage in the debauchery, but quickly realized I wouldn’t be able to explain the pepper spray remnants in my eyes, or why I’m calling my boss from a pay phone in jail. Or even worse, calling a close friend or family member from some obscure location saying “help me please.” But given my work out regimen as of recent, I’m sure I would have been able to flip over a few cars without too much strain, or body a couple of race-driven neanderthals.

But I digress….

While watching the Celtics dismantle, destroy, obliterate, romp, ass rape, massacre, pummel, and beat the Lakers, I realized why professional athletes are compensated so much. If I was playing and my team lost by 40 points in the last game of the series on national and international TV, I’d need a large sum of cash to heal the wounds. That’s not the type of history I would ever want make. Even dealing with the game to game criticism as a professional hooper can be a bit much on the mental and physical.
Awkward transition…Kevin Garnett has a really foul mouth. Everytime the camera shows him in the game or on the sideline talking, he always has to be bleeped or silenced out. Even when he was getting interviewed after the game, it appeared he was raining expletives onto the much smaller and helpless female interviewer. I’m pretty sure I even heard him use an endearing word limited to a particular cultural segment. I guess they missed bleeping that out because they were so used to bleeping out the F and Mf bombs. Nonetheless, I could rock with KG. Though he intimidates many, I’m sure after a blunt or round of drinks that he suddenly becomes a 6′1 regular black guy just like me. But of course, Slim Jackson does not condone the usage of any illegal substances, unless you can get them out of your system within 24 to 48 hours…

06.05.08

Hoopla

Posted in Sports at 12:50 pm by slimjackson

This morning I had a few topics that I could have rolled with, ranging from cell phone cameras and inappropriate pictures to sketchy senators touching women in Massachusetts. I’ve chosen to talk about perhaps the most exciting thing going on right now next to the Barack Obama extravaganza. I am talking about the NBA Finals.

Coming from a city like Albany, NY (prounounced Smallbany), its cool to be in a city that actually has professional sports teams. You’d think that my love for the NY Yankees and my dying love for the NY Knicks would isolate me in a city such as Boston. The truth is I’ve become a big fan of the Celtics, and I am more than OK with the Red Sox winning the World Series (stab me now NY faithfuls).

The NBA Finals coming back to Boston is a huge deal. The stories that people tell about their childhood and the bitchass tears welling up in their eyes. All the talk of Larry Bird and Kevin McHale. It makes me wonder what people were really like when the Red Sox won back in 2004 or whatever year that was. I’m guessing it was similar discourse, but with a lot less bitterness. That aside, I’m witnessing a lot of history this month. If Ray Allen, Garnett, and Pierce can pull this off, this city will go bananas (B-A-N-A-N-A-S). My comments that I made after Miami about not drinking for a while will go out the window, and I will be forced to be that one black guy in the Irish Pub that accidentally takes all the women. I will be high fiving, singing songs I don’t know the words to, and avoiding a racially motivated Beatdown in the case that I encounter a few angry ethnocentric drunks. C’mon, we know the shit still happens. Just because Barack got nominated doesn’t mean I’m immune to hate crimes.

Nonetheless, I will be out there. Game 1 will probably start while I’m at the gym. I may have to cut my work out short and scramble home to eat a frozen pizza (contradictory to everything I tried to accomplish in the gym). Whatever the case, there is no other place to be tonight other than in front of the TV. Hopefully, you all will do the same. And my train…just…stopped.