The Post Game Show

Monday, October 30, 2006

October re-cap

Alright, since I haven't been as active on The Post Game Show as I would like to be, I'm taking time-out to just randomly recap the month that was (and has been, seeing as there's another day to go), and just get a lot of thoughts out in the open that need to be processed and purged before I move forward into November. So much to say and so little time so let's get it while I still have a decent train of thought.

The Hornet football team is probably the most anonymous conference co-leader in the history of Black College Football. Well, aside from that year A&T stunned everybody in 2003, but walking around campus, there is no buzz about this team potentially making the I-AA playoffs for the first time in school history. As good as the men's basketball team is and deserving of the props they get, I feel bad for the football players who are working hard to win a title, and then have maybe 2000 people at the game with South Carolina State Saturday night. These kids could care less about football, and it's unfortunate.

Cold weather be damned, if you had any school spirit, you'd be out there bundled up cheering your team on to victory. You can't be biased towards one team, and show no love to the others on campus. I guess the team motto is right. How many folks care about this potentially great DSU football team? "One Hornet."

I haven't driven my car in three months, and I'm making it better than I thought I would. Of course I miss it, but it has forced me to get used to walking around to get where I want to go, and it's stopped me from fast food dining nightly (although I miss Glasgow Deli's cheesesteaks like CRAZY).

Apparently my car is going in the shop this week, so let's hope I get this thing back before Thanksgiving. Honestly, I get tired of having to rely on shadetree mechanics and nig-rigged tactics to get my car back on the road, not to mention the foolishness takes forever to get done. This is why graduation is so important. So I can get a real job to take my car to a real mechanic, or buy a new car entirely. Just another reason to keep my focus this school year.

As far as my classes, my midterm grades were better than I thought; I'm passing my classes. Talk about thanking God for small favors. All I need to do is keep my focus and knock this semester out. If I do that, the spring semester, minus one job and the stress that comes with working with certain folks, should be a breeze. 05/20/07....who's ready? I am.

I stepped on a scale two weeks ago to find that I'm at my lowest weight in at least two years, and that's still pretty high, but it's good to know that being busy, eating fruit, and walking around can actually benefit me a little bit. However, long before I stepped on that scale, I was beginning to feel comfortable with myself, inside and out, so the weight loss was just the icing on the cake. Of course the last couple of weeks, I've fallen off the wagon somewhat, but I will be back on very soon, especially since I'm planning to get this morning run started soon.

Direct Deposit is a helluva drug. Of course, there was nothing like getting up to walk over to the admin building to see if the cashier's office had your check, but now, the miracle of being able to just check your account online 11:30 Thursday night is a wonderful thing. I usually get the best night's sleep after that, and if you're hustling (legally) to keep some money in your pocket, I know you feel me as to why that is.

I have a couple of journalism related issues that await my attention, and those obviously will go to Ten95, and I'm not holding anything back. Let's just say the number of black beat writers for HBCU sports teams is sadly lacking, and that bothers me. Along with the current direction of my place of employment, but of course, more on that later.

Finally, I still have my issues with women, but slowly but surely, the fears of consistently being played to the left in public are subsiding. Small steps sure, but I routinely clown around with this cute chick in my physics class, among small positive interactions with other females. I guess they ain't all bad.

So this is pretty much all I wanted to say, so once the Hornet football season ends (which might not be anytime soon, ha!), I'll be back posting with my usual fervor. I haven't gone anywhere, y'all :)

Monday, October 23, 2006

Just Like Music...

Alright, now that I know that I can actually run without feeling like dying for a few minutes, I think I'm going to try out a morning run once I get some smaller sweatpants, and my ultimate dream is to have an IPod to serenade me while I get my run on. I heard they're rather expensive, and since I can't even afford to pay attention right now, I'll just listen to the sounds in my head when I start this run once DSU football season ends in a few weeks. Those can be rather dangerous, strange, and arousing (the sound of a woman always in my head/never in my bed...why they gotta do me like that?).

Still, I do have a dream playlist in the works for when I am able to afford an IPod, and I'm going to share it with you guys and hope you have some suggestions to help me build this list the right way. The title of the song or track will be followed by a brief reason why I chose this for my list, so enjoy, comment, whatever it is that you do when you come here.

  • Mr. Perfect's Theme Song.
  • You might be able to hear it faintly when the late great Curt Hennig, a.k.a Mr. Perfect is coming to the ring, but if you can't, this instrumental is just majestic and motivational, making you feel like you too can be *spits wad of chewing gum out and slaps it into my waste basket with my right hand* "Perfect!"

    "I'm a hustla (remix)," Cassidy ft. Mary J. Blige. Nothing like an ill Swizz Beatz drum program to make your legs move. Although the original is fine because it's clearly the same track, I just prefer Mary crooning "Eeeeeee-vuh-ree day, you know you gotta hustle babe, you can't knock the hustle bay-bay!" Clearly that's what my life is about right now.

    "I love music," The O'Jays. Borderline Disco with a sprinkling of funk, it's classic Sound of Philadelphia, and something you can cool down with if you choose to slow jog the final mile or two out.

    "Keep on Running," Stevie Wonder. Off of the slept-on "Music of Mind" Album, the funk is so serious, it's almost like a sped-up sample that was recorded in real time. And the title is motivational. When you feel like stopping or walk past a candy store....KEEP ON RUNNING!

    "I'm So Fly," Lloyd Banks. Of course I hate anything G-Unit related, but you can't help but feel athletically inclined with this beat, especially after Banks perfomed it on SportsCenter NY in 2004.

    "What about your friends," TLC. Nothing significant about this song (at least related to exercise), but it just makes me want to move.

    "Jump Start," Natalie Cole. '80s R&B is a helluva drug. This was the first song I can remember that I never could get enough of, and I really want to Jump Start this new lifestyle, so why not use the song? Hope y'all caught the symbolism.

    "Let's Go," Trick Daddy ft. Lil' Jon and Twista. Oh yeah. Wanna get fired the hell up? Listen to this. You'll be ready to run 25 miles...or at least slap the spit out of somebody.

    "Welcome to Detroit," Trick Trick ft. Eminem. Thanks to former Hornet Blake Saunders' dope Youtube vid chronicling the DSU football team's season opening win in the Detroit Ford Football Classic, I can't stop listening to that song. I'm nowhere near Detroit, but I can't help but want to run in direct correlation with the Video.

    "Highway to Hell," AC/DC. Definitely what my legs and ribs are going to feel like I've been on the first few times running.

    "Ruff Ryders Anthem (Remix)," DMX, Clue, Et Al. You already know. And if you don't, you better ask somebody.

    "Notorious Thugs," B.I.G and Bone Thugs N Harmony. The rumors of Big's voice being sped up electronically to match Bone's flow are greatly exaggerated. And if the late great Frank White can get his vocal up to speed, dammit, I can do the same with my legs.

    That's just a small sampling, but more will be added on as soon as I can think of some things, and hopefully you guys will make some suggestions for me to get this thing started.

    Tuesday, October 17, 2006

    The attack of the flaky females

    Now, I said I was going to chill on the "Chris and his problems with women" posts, but damn, something needs to be said about a special type of female. One who isn't cunning in her manipulation, certainly not calculating in her deception, but just flat out dumb. That type of female, Post Game Show readers, is the flake. The things a flake will do to keep a man off balance aren't even intentional most times, it's usually because they don't know any better or are following some crooked advice of their promiscuous and shameless girlfriends, giving them the characteristics that my grandmother, mom, godmother, older sis, aunts and older cousins have all described as "the dizzy bitch."*

    So what constitutes a flake? What makes a particular woman earn such an undesirable designation of character? I'll be glad to tell you, seeing as every woman I've ever come across in my life has had flake tendencies.

    Everybody knows what you do on the low, why you still tellin' lies to me?

    Mind you, I was raised by women who spit The Truth like Beanie Sigel. You never had to worry about being told a lie to save your feelings or being forced believe in something that wasn't real. Santa Claus died in my mind the Christmas Mom said "Santa's fat ass needs to give me a refund on all these damn toys..." My grandmother, God rest her soul, would just tell someone straight out, most notably a cousin who was staying somewhere where he couldn't use the facilities, that "you shouldn't come back unless you get some soap on your ass."

    A flake? The truth is about as likely to come out of her mouth as a million dollars. If a woman lies to you on the regular fellas, chances are you're just a fall back dude: someone she can string along or rely on after her dude dumps her. Her whereabouts are always a mystery, and that's the key. Sure cell phones are a matter of convieience, but if you don't have a house number for this chick, it's for a reason.

    So if you call and she's out with some other dude, she can always say she's somewhere else. And just because she might be open to sex, doesn't mean she's open to it with you. Don't be surprised if her grandmother dies 26 times or her car gets broken into by Gary the local crackhead everytime you guys are supposed to get it in. Which brings me to my next flake-like tendency.

    (Selective) Promiscuous girl, wherever you are...

    A flake believes in her heart and soul that a dude who looks good, has money and is just the all around stereotypical "Mr. All-that," that it's better to get humped and dumped by him instead of suffering the indignity of dating or pursuing something with an average guy. Tragic but true. I've seen it happen several times at DSU, once with a girl who couldn't get enough of guys in frats, and another who feels like her level of sophistication makes her womanly parts made of platinum. Too bad dudes are always taking her to the pawn shop.

    Who's fooling who?

    Flakes are terrible liars, and it's hilarious to catch them in a lie, especially when you see them face to face. I've always been good at reading facial expressions, and there's nothing funnier on this Earth than a flake who is caught in a lie so outlandish, so incredibly dumb-ass, that they just have this look of disbelief mixed with a pinch of guilt. For example;

    Dude: Hey...thought you were going to your cousin's wedding in Arkansas...
    Flake: Oh, I've been and back already *sweet grin*
    Dude: But you told me yesterday that it was at this time today...
    Flake: *Cue the "Orb of confusion" look from the Mermaid Man episode of Spongebob Squarepants*

    That's not a true story, but some lies have been told along those lines, and it's enough to make you question your own sanity and common sense as a human being. Like you have "complete dumb-ass" written all over your face and that maybe you are a fool if you believe anything this chick says. Speaking of believing anything a chick says...

    What about your friends?

    A flake is usually the weakest in her crew of female acquaintances. She usually fits the mold of a girl who lost her virginity late in her teens, maybe had one serious boyfriend who dogged her out in high school, and usually hangs with a crew of smut buckets who give her advice on how to handle men, you know the type the ones who want to turn the tables on men are quick to proclaim, if you'll pardon the expression "niggas ain't shit."

    The flake will listen to her girls and try (pathetically) to execute the game plan the smut buckets have set up for her, only to fail miserably once guys catch on to her game, which should take honestly all of about 27 seconds. The friends can really make a flake a chick with a bad reptuation because of their own issues with men.

    I knew a flake once who did everything her girlfriend told her...the same girl who had lied to at least three different dudes about being the father of her child, and at least two guys wondering where they got the yearning burning from in their crotches. So after dudes rail against her for her slutty transgressions, she's quick to try and make the entire gender pay for HER mistakes. Nothing worse than a woman who's anti-male after she's slutted, lied to, cheated on, and suckered in a bunch of men.

    So as the female friends go, so goes the flake. If they're happy with their current dealings with men, they'll tell the flake how to play it straight. Yet, if all men are dogs (not surprisingly, there have been no DNA tests to prove that we are indeed canines), you can expect the flake to be at her peak form. Which is very very substandard.

    So there you have it. Flaky Females are indeed a problem in this country, how they can be handled is beyond me, but now you know what to do if a girl has more random emergencies than R. Kelly has sex tapes. Just brush the flakes off and you too can keep a clean shirt...and criminal record and/or bill of health as well.

    *The term "Dizzy Bitch" has been in my family at least since the '64 Phils folded like a cheap tent...I am not condoning labeling females "bitches" or any other slanderous word.