The Post Game Show

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Everyday the Sun doesn't shine, sometimes it has to rain...

The subject of this entry comes from the O'Jays' 1978 classic "Cry Together", and it's been really an appropriate statement considering my college situation just got even more dire Friday. Apparently instead of missing only the one class in my major (which I start finishing next week), I'm missing two classes in my minor and they won't be available until Spring 2008. Fab. U. Lous. Apparently a lack of a curriculum sheet and taking two courses that I didn't need are the genesis of this problem, and not only does is threaten to delay the start of my career even more, but it means I will eventually have to come back to this school that I absolutely hate, and spend extended time back home in Wilmington, which is something I simply DO NOT want to do. So I'm in the process of looking into Independent Study or *gasp* finding other schools to take these two classes at sooner.

At first I was really going through a moment, I actually drowned my sorrows in food this past weekend for the first time in maybe three years, but as the sun continued to rise, water was still wet, shit still stunk and R. Kelly was a still a perv, I realized that it wasn't the end of the world. Pretty heady stuff for an emotional and neurotic misanthrope I'll admit, but it's true. None of us really knows when our time is going to come but the Higher Power. Not Bush, not anybody he's beefing with, not any of these wackjobs claiming to be Jesus that seem to come out of the woodwork every 15 years, nobody. Until your number's called, it's up to you to make the most out of your life, and I'm certainly going to do my best to make the most of what I have and go after what I can have.

I've noticed that most of the people in my life (family, friends, professional acquaintances, etc.) are dealing with their own problems right now, and it creeps me out that we ALL are struggling in some form or another these days. It's like bad luck is on a 30 or 35-game hitting streak, and every pitch we throw at it is getting hammered. Sooner or later, somebody's gonna wing a 12-to-6 curveball at bad luck, and it'll be over. Sorry for the sports-related analogy, but it's in my blood, I honestly can't help it.

So I say all of that to make this point; we're not alone. As long as we have eachother and these wonderful means and forums to express our emotions, fears, worries, concerns, etc., the rain will eventually clear up and the sun will shine on us all again. Until then, let's get under this um-buh-rella (ella, ella...ey...ey!...sorry Jameil, couldn't resist.)

Sunday, May 06, 2007


Well, it took two full years, but finally here we are. This is post number 100, and since I don't have any special format, I think I'm just going to open up and talk about whatever comes to mind.

First thing I'm thinking about is my future. As those who read may or may not know, I won't be marching in two weeks due to me bombing a class, so I'll have to make that up in Summer Session I. And truth be told? I'm alright with that. Although in a previous entry, I hyped it up as my first graduation ceremony in 20 years going back to Kindergarten, I really didn't give a damn about the ceremony too much. It's just been important for me to finish, get the degree and get a job in my beloved field. Editors and recruiters aren't gonna give a damn to the point they want to see Zapruder film of you walking across the stage, experience speaks for itself in this business, the degree just gets their attention a bit faster. So once I finish this class in June, I'll be worried about the rest of my life. It's almost like God has given me a reprieve, an extra six weeks to get things together so I will be ready for the Real World and all it entails. So I'm not really looking at it as a setback, just a break. A much-needed break.

My college experience has been less than exciting and memorable, and while I do wonder what could have been if I tried to get along and make friends here, I'm not going to regret anything once I leave DSU. I'll have what I was ultimately here for; a meaningful degree and some experience in my industry, and I got that and then some. I will say I've met a handful of people who have proven themselves to be better people than I give the student body credit for being, and I'm glad to know them. Everybody else is just a face in the crowd for homecomings to come.

R. Kelly's estranged wife Andrea gave Essence Magazine an interview recently, and I've come to one conclusion; that broad is nutty. Out of her mind, you hear me?! First of all, she showed how easily The World's Greatest (Child Molester) swayed her when they met by talking about how he won her over with "Yo mama" jokes. Jonin'? Really? Methinks if this assclown had burped the intro to the Gettysburg Address, she would've given up the drawers.

And near the end she acts as if she had been shot when Natalie Moore asked her had she seen the tape, telling people to check their morals. Ma'am, you're married to a man that not only cheated on you for the world to see, but with A FREAKIN' TEENAGER! Where's your head at?! As anyone who knows me knows, I love to make fun of R. Kelly at all times, vowing to do so until he's in jail. Yet, if this woman, like many others in society, continue to cover up for him, looks like I'll be cracking jokes on him for a long time.

Ne-Yo's not playing fair. He's just not. Ever since I found out he wrote "Unfaithful" for Rihanna and "Irreplaceable" for Beyonce, I've waged a one-man strike against anything Ne-Yo-related. He's making it hard to hate on him with the song "Because of you." This cut harkens back to the days of 1980s R&B that not only had some meaning but some serious grooves as well. I might have to put my hands over my ears and say "I'm not listening" the next time I hear it. Well, that's not going to work seeing as I'm listening to it as I write this entry.

My real favorite song these days is "Anonymous" by Bobby Valentino. Timabaland strikes again. Last summer, it was Promiscuous non-stop for me. Now I'm asking my female friends "why you gotta be anonymous?!" Timbo, you a wild boy. Keep it up though.

I lost one pound last month, increasing the weight loss total to 41, but this summer will really be a test of how strong I am. No real classes, no scheduled trips to the weight room or the Memorial Hall gym (my freshman hoop partners are obviously gone next week), and no meal card. I'm going to have to will myself to stay away from the fried foods and keep chowing down on apples and oranges. Strangely, I never have a jonesing for sodas anymore. I've been drinking water non-stop for two years now, and that's really helped with the process, even improving my skin to near flawless status. It really does work y'all, you should try it. I'll just have to get strong because last summer showed that if I had any focus, I would have lost 65-70 pounds by now. However, this descent into the Real World should limit time to eat. At least I'm hoping it will.

Finally, a thought about the blog itself. When I started The Post Game Show in January of '05, I never would've imagined that it would become a networking tool which has helped me meet some new friends and different faces in the media world. So I want to thank you guys for reading, comment, taking me to task, laughing, and more importantly allowing me into your lives via the blogs. Hopefully the next 100 will be just as fun as the first 100 was.