Dropped this one down last night.
BM

“Wind Below”
And all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
While the new trust is gonna flex, and cast their image in you
Yeah all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
And while the new trust tries ta flex, and cast their image in you
And GE is gonna flex and try and annex the truth
And NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you
And Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes
And ABC’s new thrill rides of trials and lies
And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south
Yeah!
But we in wit the wind below!
But we in wit the wind below!
But we in wit the wind below!
My first weekend post birthday was nearly over
by the time I realized my new age.
Los Angeles? More like Lost Angeles
Sitting in the McDonald’s drive thru
trying to figure out the best way to get to the airport.
By my calculations, I was nearly 60 in white people years.
Cuantos tienes anos meeester?
Old enough to know better.
Every day just got sweeter
knowing we are never guaranteed to
see another set of birthday candles to extinguish.
The existing barbarism woven deep
within our society’s fabric
has been lying low and dormant,
a fact that we forgot about not because it was hiding,
but rather because we refused to acknowledge it
until it became too obvious to ignore–
Kinda like when someone’s urethra stops itching
only to give way to a burning sensation.
Time to flip the script (again).
The board has changed
and what I’ve suspected and feared for 17 years
is finally coming to fruition.
I’ve been right all along but didn’t want to believe it.
Shifting from apathy to anger, from disbelief to resignation
it was hard to muster up enough grief to feel sad for us.
We were getting what we deserved.
But there was no reason to ever be afraid again
because the worst case scenario was indeed happening.
Even those fortunate enough to survive the next 4 years
would be leaving something behind that they may never get back.
The drive thru cashier handed me my coffee
and pointed me in the direction of the airport.
I pulled out of the parking lot and took a right on La Brea Avenue
and drove back towards the direction I came from.
I wasn’t sure where I was going to end up
or how I was going to get there,
but I had a pretty good idea of where I should start.
~Edward Austin Robertson
My visit to Mexico was a very educational one. I do believe I saw the future of the United States hidden somewhere down there. The wealth disparity between rich and poor, educated and uneducated hints at what is to come here in the states. I remember reading back in the year 2000 that the election of Bush (among other lame brain decisions) signaled a decline within the middle class. 15 years later we are seeing the effects, including the anger and frustration for middle to lower class whites that resulted in the election of Donald Trump.
You can check out my photos from my trip here on Flikr.
2016 was a super rough year for a lot of people. In the midst of all the chaos I somehow let myself go. Over the break I looked into the mirror and saw a shirtless flabby middle aged dude who at best would be rated a 6 on a 1-10 scale. When I graduated high school I was a 9 (in my mind), trim and confident. 20 years can’t feel any further away.
The bar has been set low enough that 2017 HAS to be a better year. I gotta lose weight and get back in shape. In addition to that I’ve got enough unfinished projects to keep me awake for the next six months. In a way the current political and social climate has given me a better perspective because now I really am forced to live every day as if it could be my last.
It makes sense that Buddhism was such a popular philosophy back when the life expectancy was so low. Today we have enough modern day conveniences to distract us from just how flimsy life is. Back then you couldn’t ignore it. People could be more barbaric without consequence, diseases were less treatable and there was very little escape from the elements.
We might be at that place in our society again. It doesn’t mean we should be capricious and irresponsible, in fact; just the opposite. I plan to live each and every day with attention and intention. Small goals will signal daily wins, and if I’m lucky enough to be standing at the end of the year, I will celebrate like I won an NBA championship. Perhaps life has always been this fragile, but for better or worse, it is a fact that is impossible to ignore today.
BM
Some of the best days of my youth
were spent lounging at my buddy Ricky’s house
after school; watching videos on Rap City,
reading Boondocks strip and the Unsigned Hype column from the Source Magazine and
eating tortillas and homemade salsa.
Talking Wu-Tang Clan, girls, Cypress Hill, baseball and girls.
Things were never easier than being alive back then.
~Edward Austin Robertson
America is finally being honest about what it wants. White Supremacist are making their power play as the nation prepares for Donald Trump’s inauguration. Coded language; once a necessity, is no longer needed in this new regime of open racism. This “new” reality has come as a shock for many self-described “liberals”, but for most black and brown people, all of this is old hat.
People can lament the direction this country is going in, but the truth is that nothing has changed at all. The only difference between this era and past eras here in America is that there are more camera phones to film the onslaught of racial slurs, civilian attacks and police brutality. Despite the increasing number of racially motivated attacks on minorities, many people are still in denial about what is happening in this country.
Unfortunately, black Americans cannot afford to be in denial right now. It is time for us to stop wasting our energy on protests (marching,kneeling etc.), town hall meetings, and think pieces about the “race problem” in America. Blacks need to stop trying to elicit sympathy from whites and start preparing for this new regime.
As I see it, blacks have 3 options: 1) We can arm ourselves to the teeth and prepare for the impending race war coming down the pipeline 2) Get our passports ready, make an appeal to the UN about this country’s systematic human rights violations, pool our resources together as a block, and find countries that will allow us to apply for refugee status with their governments.3) Continue to do nothing and hope that we can survive the next 4-8 year wave of rampant White Supremacist backlash.
Many intellectuals believe that the key to black progress is to work within the system; by becoming lawyers and policeman and judges, but perhaps it is time for us to consider something that many people are thinking, but no one wants to openly admit–that this country was never meant for us. The constitution was not written with us in mind, and though we are quick to stand up to honor the flag during the national anthem, the song’s lyrics are questionable at best.
For centuries, we’ve been humiliated , punished, assaulted, tortured and murdered while the judicial system not only turns a blind eye to this treatment, the courts actually encourage and enable this denigration that is occurring on a massive level. If we stop to consider how the law is enacted unevenly towards whites and blacks in this country (war on drugs, death penalty, racist policing tactics), then it is hard to not at least wonder if the system is not indeed against us.
While some non-minorities wear safety pins and claim to be in our corner, there are still far too many who conveniently ignore the reality that blacks and other minorities are facing in this new age of open racism. Maybe it is just time for us blacks to GTFOH. We can no longer fool ourselves in this political climate. We have to stop identifying as Americans citizens and face up to the fact that (unless you weren’t born here) we are really Prisoners of War in this country.
Coming from a fairly assimilated family background, I thought racism was a regional thing that could be escaped once I moved out of the south. Although I’d never let the social construct of race define my personal worth or what I could and could not do, I was forced to understand that it affected others perception of how I should behave and think.
Dissatisfied with what Texas had to offer, I spent my post-college years trying to find an environment for a black man to raise a family. Though some states and cities are safer than others, my biggest lesson as an adult has been that there is no place free from racism. Cities like San Francisco, Seattle, Portland, and Austin can fly their liberal flags, but it is pretty easy to make these claims when the majority of your populace is white.
At best you can say these are racially tolerant cities, but there is a huge difference between feeling safe and accepted, and feeling tolerated. The safest American city to live as a minority might be New York City, and that is a rapidly gentrifying city that only recently rescinded their racist “Stop and Frisk” campaign of brown people.
Race has been an issue in this country since the end of the Civil War, and I can’t figure out why we insist on living in a country where we are not welcome. My suggestion to blacks is to research your family tree as far back as you can trace it, and take a DNA test. honor your ancestors and go back home. Next year about this time, this country will be facing a recession and if the United States is not at war, it will be preparing for some sort of major conflict overseas. I wouldn’t recommend any minority to go and fight for a country that continually fails to recognize their basic human rights.
Private prisons are on the rise. Weapons defense stocks shot up the minute news that Donald Trump won the 2016 election. Trump has promised to get tougher on crime in the “African-American” community which means more police in black neighborhoods. Known White Supremacists have been appointed to various cabinet positions inside the White House, and Trump even suggested that his regime will require Muslims to sign into a registry. This is a very precarious time period.
Generations of families have been destroyed by the prison system, the education system and the sabotage of any economic success within the black community. With an astonishing number of African American’s warrior class dead or behind bars, this generation of youth is highly vulnerable to the social dangers that await young people with little to no guidance. We are a banana peel away from slipping into ethnic cleansing.
White Supremacist will continue to kill more minorities with impunity while white liberals only pretend to care or look away. Blacks rights will be slowly stripped away in the courts while their lives are being take in the streets. What has been for some time an oligarchy is soon becoming fascism.
Blacks will be the first manner of business on the right-wing agenda. All the blacks who are not imprisoned (and thus enslaved) will be killed, deported, or sent to war. Once that is achieved you will see all the dissenting intellectuals and artists imprisoned or killed. Then everyone who doesn’t fit in with the plans to advance the white Germanic (heterosexual) race will be disposed of systematically as the White Supremacist makes one final push to destroy civilization, and bring about another Dark Age.
We can sit around and pray to a God that they pushed upon us Black people. We can cry into cameras and make hashtags for each additional tragedy that befalls us. We can continue to have silly, symbolic gestures to show our dissatisfaction with a White Supremacist system that has kept us under its thumb since the very first time we met Europeans.
Our pleas for sympathy and humanity have been heard, and America gave us our response in the form of the 2016 presidential election. No one is going to help us. We must help ourselves. This country is facing a grim reality, and whatever happens the next four years people will look to do what is best for themselves and their family.
Blacks have tried everything to get along with whites here in the United States. When we built our own towns and economic base, angry whites came along and found an excuse to sabotage or burn it down. When blacks were allowed to live and go to school with whites, whites fled the cities for the suburbs, but then came back to the cities once more blacks found access to the better schools and environments for their children out in those suburbs.
It is time to acknowledge that this integration experiment just isn’t working. I know it is scary to think about, but we have no choice. What do we have to lost this point? We can choose to stay here as prey while we get picked off one by one, then hauled off in mass towards an unsavory demise, or we can take our chances across the ocean where the unknown awaits us (the randomness of dying in a terrorist attack doesn’t sting as much as to me as a targeted execution by a White Supremacist). If death or imprisonment is imminent, I’d rather be buried on the home soil of my ancestors than in a massive grave built by my oppressors.
BM
Bobby Mickey is the alter ego of writer and poet Edward Austin Robertson. When he isn’t involved in some basketball related activity, actively looking for parties to deejay or venues to perform comedy, he can be found recording podcasts with Craig Stein at FullsassStudios. Follow him on twitter @clickpicka79. For booking inquiries, send contact info to thisagoodassgame@gmail.com
Professor James Small brings up an alternative view point to the death and legacy of Fidel Castro. 
Are you a heart-broken baseball fan? Has your favorite ballclub been eliminated from the playoffs? Well only one team a year that can win a championship. Sometimes it doesn’t seem fair– especially when a team is thoroughly fun and the brand of ball is oh-so-entertaining. Entertaining doesn’t always win championships or bring accolades, but cult followings have started on far worse premises than entertainment–just ask Jim Jones. Here are five of my favorite post season “losers” from the past 3 decades of playoffs.

This was a particularly cruel era for Rangers fans. Front office guru and Texas legend Nolan Ryan put together a squad that was exciting and talented enough to make their first trip to the World Series in franchise history.
The 2010 season was a bit of a novelty because it was the first time in a long time Rangers fans had something to cheer about. Most were glad to finally be out of the Tom Hicks, “bad contracts to sullen players”era (they were floating the Yankees on a good chunk of Alex Rodriguez’s salary for years after he was traded). Players like Vlad Guerrero and Cliff Lee join Josh Hamilton gave Texas some nationally recognized star power.
It looked like they would give the San Francisco Giants a run for their money after disposing of the Yankees and Devil Rays, but Tim Lincecum and that vaunted pitching staff took care of the Rangers in five games. Fans were just happy that they made it so far, and the season was considered a success.
The 2011 Rangers team picked up where last season left off, winning the West with a 96-66 record. Though one of the best offenses in the majors, their pitching staff lacked consistency, as their best pitcher at the time was C.J. Wilson. This didn’t keep them from beating the Tampa Bay Devil Rays and the Detroit Tigers on their way to the World Series, and getting to within one strike of a World Series title. Although Nelson Cruz gets scapegoated for the play that effectively cost the Rangers the season, the truth is they wouldn’t have gotten that far without Nelson Cruz’s offensive production–that was his only real gaffe during that run–albeit his biggest (one wonders why Cruz was in the game at that point anyway. Despite Cruz’s strong-arm, Manager Ron Washington could have put in a defensive replacement for the bottom of the 9th inning).
Everyone knows what happened in extra innings, setting up one of the biggest sports letdowns for a fan base since the 1986 World Series. It took me almost a week to tear down the protective plastic I’d hung up in my apartment for the post game celebration I’d had planned. A case of Budweiser went unopened–not for drinking, but for spraying around my living room (In case you’re wondering, yes I planned to throw and attend that party alone).

Although not the prettiest of baseball teams (stylistically or physically), the 1993 Phillies were an entertaining bunch. Lenny Dykstra was the type of player I’d envisioned myself as. Scrappy, down and dirty,and often overlooked, but he did whatever it took to win.
Dykstra had 6 HR’s and 10 RBI as a lead-off hitter and would have been the World Series MVP had they somehow managed to win. He wasn’t the fastest, nor the strongest, but whenever a big play was needed, “Nails” made it happen.
John Kruk was also easy to love. He was a fantastic contact hitter, who barreled around the bases in his big and burly frame. Darren Daulton and Dave Hollins were big hitters, and with a platoon of players to insert around them (including former Ranger great Pete Incaviglia) they could score runs in bunches.
Their patchwork pitching staff often let them down as 14 runs were sometimes not enough to guarantee a win. Left hander Terry Mulholland was their most consistent pitcher, and this was the post-season where Curt Schilling started making a name for himself as a clutch pitcher; delivering goose eggs in the biggest moments of both the LCS and World Series.
The Phillies’ run inevitably ended when Mitch “Wild Thing” Williams came in to pitch with a 6-5 lead after a big 7th inning( sparked by yet another Dykstra home run)–setting up this World Series moment that would be the backbone to an Adam Sandler movie and a hip-hop diss record.

Before the general public turned on the Braves organization from overexposure, Atlanta had a very likable roster. Their worst to first back story was a charming change of pace for the baseball media, and even non baseball fans got infected with “Tomahawk Chop” fever (my own mother always greeted each David Justice at bat with an exclamation of “cutie pie” to no one in particular).
After they dispatched the Los Angeles Dodgers (next to last day of the regular season) and Pittsburgh Pirates to emerge as National League champions, the Braves continued to amaze with their timely hitting and rotation of young pitchers. Steve Avery, John Smoltz, and Tommy Glavine would become household names after this season, and young guys like Ron Gant, Deion Sanders (yes that one) and vets like Otis Nixon and Terry Pendleton made them a good team, but not too good to the point of being annoying.
As destiny would have it, the Braves would match up against another worst to first team, the Minnesota Twins. If Atlanta was one of the more lovable baseball teams of all time, then the Twins were one of the easiest teams to hate of all time. Put aside the off the field stuff written about Jack Morris and Kirby Puckett, and you still had villains like Chuck Knoblauch and Kent Hrbek. Plus, I hated Danny Gladden’s mullet, and Mike Pagliarulo’s mustache made him look like a dirty cop from an episode of Hill Street Blues.
Even though game 7 of that series will go down as one of the best World Series games of all time, in one of the greatest World Series of all time, I will always remember the unsettled feeling I had going to bed after the final run was tallied and the game ended. Lonnie Smith going for the Okie Doke was the difference maker, and Jack Morris was as clutch as clutch can be; pitching 10 scoreless innings of ball. In all honesty, the Braves just didn’t have the horses to win it all.
Kirby Puckett was transcendent and his game 6 heroics set up the most memorable World Series moment of my lifetime. One last bit of trivia that will forever be null and void is Braves’ 2nd baseman Mark Lemke’s World Series leading .720 batting avg. that had almost guaranteed him a vote or two for MVP had Atlanta won. Of course, the Braves would finally get their title in 1995, after beating Cleveland, but that ‘95 team was supposed to win. They had Fred McGriff and Greg Maddux, and had a stacked lineup. It was much harder to be happy for that squad.

The first MLB game I ever attended in person was a Pirates vs. Astros game at the Astrodome. When I first started collecting baseball cards, Bobby Bonilla (I would pronounce it so that it rhymed with Vanilla) was one of the first in my collection. The Pirates outfield of Andy Van Slyke, Barry Bonds, and Bobby Bonilla was my favorite in this era of baseball, and I thought Doug Drabek (from Victoria,Texas) had cool looking hair because they were silver streaked.
The light hitting, but sure fielding double play combo of Jose Lind and Jay Bell (who nearly always led the league in sacrifice bunts) were steady and dependable. The Pirates were a good fundamental team with a likable manager in Jim Leyland, and I had not problem at all rooting for them when they came to town to face the Astros (mockingly called the “Disastros” or”the Lastros” depending on where they were in the standings).
The year that the Texas Rangers let Steve Buechele go to make room for Dean Palmer, I was happy for both Buechelle and Pittsburgh, and part of me wanted to see the Pirates make the World Series for Ranger fandom alone. It almost happened too. After losing to the eventual champion Cincinnati Reds in 1990, then again to the Atlanta Braves, the Pirates were one out away from finally getting out of the NLCS. Then this happened. Although Yankees fans will disagree, I still to this day can’t think of a better ending to an LCS elimination game.

Though this wasn’t the Mets teams of 80’s folklore (Doc Gooden, Daryl Strawberry, and David Cone were long gone), this new Mets team was a fun bunch to watch. The strength of this squad was their Gold Glove winning infield with 3B Robin Ventura (yes THAT Robin Ventura), SS Rey Ordonez, 2B Edgardo Alfonso, and sweet swinging, sure handed John Olerud. Bobby Valentine had a couple of throwback names in his outfield platoon with Rickey (the GOAT) Henderson, and Shawon Dunston.
Their pitching staff was hit or miss. Orel Hershiser and Al Leiter, their aces, both had an ERA well into the mid 4’s, and their best 2 relievers were lefthanders Dennis Cook (former UT Longhorn great) and John Franco. Mets fans got a little dose of what past and future franchises would endure with high stakes appearances by Kenny Rogers and Armando Benitez; both of whom are legitimate red flags that you have a suspect pitching staff.
For every exciting grand slam single the Mets produced, there was Kenny Rogers giving up a frustrating game ending (and series ending) walk, or Mike Piazza letting opposing pitchers punk him get into his head.
History is not kind to losers. At best, one gets a footnote in some book somewhere detailing one’s valor in the face of defeat. If a fanbase is lucky, those losses are assuaged by a win the following year (with luck, it may even be against the previous year’s opponents) . These wins have a way of negating that empty feeling one gets when they realize they care way too much about the success and failure of millionaires playing a kid’s game. I’d personally rather root for players like Ozzie Smith and Robin Yount than cheaters like Alex Rodriguez and Kent Hrbek.
I mean sure the latter two won championships with their respective teams, but both are renowned cheaters. I bet you that if either Hrbek or A-Rod were invited over to a teammates’ house for dinner, that their wives were counting silverware the minute the guests were out the door. Hopefully this post helps to reposition the perspective that these are only games, and that winning and losing is less important than playing the game with enthusiasm and integrity. This is the core of being a fan of your favorite teams. You want your team to play hard, and do their best, but win or lose, there is always the possibilities that come with the next season.
BM
Bobby Mickey is the alter ego of writer and poet Edward Austin Robertson. When he isn’t involved in some basketball related activity, actively looking for parties to deejay or venues to perform comedy, he can be found recording podcasts with Craig Stein at FullsassStudios. Follow him on twitter @clickpicka79. For booking inquiries, send contact info to thisagoodassgame@gmail.com.