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What a Difference a Play Makes


Wow. The world is inside out. Who’da thunk it? Here we are with a black Presidential nominee, me (the perpetual uncle), married with two kids, and I’m pulling for the Celtics, and against the Lakers!!!

“Daddy, who you want to win?” I asked, at ten years old.

“The Steelers,” he answered, eyes never turning from the screen.

“Highcome?”

“Cause they tough! They’ll knock yo’ (bleep) outdowes! Plus, they got a black quarterback!” Daddy loves toughness. So do I. Leopards and rhinos are my favorite animals for that reason.

The Steelers became my favorite team.

“Daddy, who you want to win?”

“The Yankees.”

“Highcome?”

“Reggie Jackson. He can knock a aspirin to the moon, and he got a rifle for an arm (most people forget that). Plus, the Dodgers ain’t got no Brothers on the team.” I hated the LA Dodgers, then.

“Daddy, who you want to win?”

“Ali!!”

For all those obvious reasons. Plus, he was cocky! Not Arrogant! He said what he was gonna do, and he did it! Flat out. He never made one feel as though he were innately inferior as a human being. He was as fun to listen to as to watch. My folks loved Ali, Mom too. So, I hated Frazier, Liston, Foreman — the first one, Norton, and Quarry.

Daddy loved Jim Brown. So much so that he wore the number 44 because that was Brown’s number at Syracuse. (And that was my number when I played basketball in the military) If I had a doggone scanner(!) I could show you how much like Brown he looked.

My parents grew up in Jim Crow Arkansas and Florida. If your team had a black player on it, they liked you. If you didn’t, they rooted against you. It seemed, I guess, that if you had black players on your team, it was proof that you were not a racist. It was one of the signs we had in the new free America where it was all of a sudden not vogue to utter overt racist statements.

So they — and by extension, I — loved USC and hated Notre Dame and Alabama and Ole’ Miss. I Loved UCLA and Georgetown basketball, and hated Indiana and Kentucky. And I hated the Cowboys. And the Utah Jazz. (Utah=Jazz?!? That’s like saying that John Philip Sousa played bebop!) If you didn’t like me, I didn’t like you.

So (Post Bill Russell) my daddy hated the Boston Celtics. And so did I. My whole life. Till now…

Daddy went to coach and teach at an all white school which had always been easy win, and by a string of track and basketball victories,  proceeded to inculcate a thirty year culture of winning that exists to this day. He had those white kids running and shooting to the point that they were whipping black schools all over the county! The track team won so much that the other schools protested (Germantown had their own track on campus) and in a knee-jerk move the school board cut their track program.

As a kid, I never saw so many white folks love a black dude as much as those rich white folks loved my daddy! And not as a servant. He taught their children, made men and women of them. At Christmas time, it was a ritual for my sisters and me to see how many presents he got from the kids and their parents. They loved him and he loved them. He was fine with white folks as long as they were fine with him. Daddy was hard.

So, it is under that cloud that I find myself where I am today. Living in a paradox.

note: I use the word “hate” here in the competitve sense only

All through my childhood, I hated the Celtics. Havlicek, Cowens, Hot Rod Hunley. Even Jojo White and Tiny Archibald. “How they gone sell us out like that? Playin’ for them white Boston folks who hate black folks!” I was just a kid, y’all…

And in ’79 when Larry Bird went to– where else– the Celtics, I hated him, too. Although I had started to hate him the year before when Indiana State dared to try to beat Michigan State for the NCAA Championship. I couldn’t stand him or Danny Ainge or McHale or that bandwagon jumper, Bill Walton, when he played for them. And I hated those “Oreos”* Cornbread Maxwell, M.L. Carr, Robert Parrish, and Dennis Johnson (whom I loved when he played for Seattle and beat those Washington Bullets whom I hated ’cause I couldn’t stand that fat butt Wes Unseld! I was only a kid, y’all)

I had always said that I wouldn’t pull for them blankin’ Celtics if my own MAMA played on the team!

The Sixers were my team during that time. Along with the Lakers. I rationalized that I would pull for the Lakers unless they were playing Doc and the Sixers. Dr. J. was the coolest display of power on the Earth! Till Jordan came. But Magic Johnson was smoother than Stacy Adams’** on a greasy floor! I loved that dude!

I remember when the Celtics beat the Lakers in the finals in the eighties… I walked outside and felt that the whole doggone summer was ruined. What was the point?

— Enter Kobe Bryant stage left–

 I was still a Laker fan — the Chicago Jordans were my hands down favorite, though– when through a trade, Kobe was made a Laker. I was, however, put off by his high school press conference(!) when, sunglasses on head, he announced his intent to forego college and jump straight to the NBA (cue the screeching teenyboppers…). But I managed to give him a clean slate.

There was a moment, just a fleeting moment, in the finals of the first of their three-peat when I noticed– in a flash — a display of supreme arrogance. I can’t adequately describe it. It was the crossing of that fiber-thin line that separates cockiness, confidence, from arrogance. Arrogance. That flimsy film that delineates pride from excessive pride. I saw it. Maybe he didn’t mean for me to see it, but I did. And I was then and forever through with him and whoever he played for.

As cool as I thought Shaq was, he was on Kobe’s team, so he was the enemy. Sorry, Shaq.

From that point, Kobe proceeded to prove me right. We began to hear rumors about a rift between him and O’neal, the consummate team guy. Kobe went from a guy who shot three or four airballs in a playoff game to the point where he thought he was good enough to not need his big man. He wanted to do it himself. Did Magic run Kareem off?

He has developed a reputation for being phoney. I saw all that.

So, after a lifetime of pulling for the Lakers, I jumped ship.

I will pull for the San Diego Satans before I root for a Kobe Bryant team. I hate arrogance.
I’d root for the Arizona Anti-Christs first.

Sorry, Rick Trotter. I know he is your man, and I know that you will say that (MY man) Jordan was the same way. I disagree. But I can no more explain to you the difference than I can explain the degree to which my right knee hurts more than my left! Besides,he got his whole style, his whole game, from Jordan! He walks like him, uses the exact same gestures, and must have been fed Jordan game tapes intravenously his whole life! Jordan is his DADDY, and you can’t be better than yo’ daddy! (I say this knowing full well that I stole everythang I got from Kirk Whalum! Robbed ‘im blind!)

When Doc Rivers got the Boston job, My pops and I hollered, “NOOO! Don’t do it! Don’t you remember the busing riots of the seventies, and Chuck Stuart who killed his wife and blamed a Brother?!?” When they made the trade this season to acquire Ray Allen, and Kevin Garnett, I was like, “Oh well… Garnett, I dig ya, but I gotta pull against you.”

And I was fully prepared to do so until these stars and planets all lined up to force me to make some hard choices.

And here I am, going against my very DNA and rooting hard for them Celtics, baby!

Some say Kobe has matured. I say it is easy to be mature when your team gets you the players you think you want. It is easy to be mature when everything is going your way. As Aretha says, “You can’t prove that by me!”

 My sister and her husband love him. And so do their sons. Me and Daddy hate him! When they asked me, “Unca Bo, highcome you’on’t like Kobe?”

I answered, “There ought to be a point at which your bad behavior costs you something!”  You don’t get to act a fool and still have ME as your fan! Even if you ARE the best player in the league. Which He is. I hope my nephews learn that lesson soon. 

 

*Black on the outside, white on the INside.

**Shoes often worn by black deacons and dime store pimps

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June 14, 2008 - Posted by | Arrogance, Basketball, Celtics, Humor, Kevin Garnett, Kobe, LA Lakers, Magic Johnson, NBA, Race, Ray Allen, Sports, The Finals

4 Comments »

  1. Great post D! I ain’t mad at you. We’re closer than that. For the record I do not believe Kobe is better than Jordan. Jordan is paramount in my heart and mind but he’s done (I think?). Kobe is now. I don’t believe his behavior and attitude are any different from MJ’s (he’s emulated MJ to the utmost), he just played during an age where nothing is private. Jordan flourished in an era in which the athlete was king. No one wanted to upset or embarrass them and risk being outside of the info circle. Today is quite the contrast. Media is king in sports. ESPN and the like call their own shots whether you’re a legend like Jordan, Babe Ruth, and John Elway or a high-profile modern All-Star like Kobe, A-Rod and Tom Brady. Nothing is secret, “sacred” or handled “in-house” as in the past. This bodes well for the athletes of yesteryear because they could cavort with groupies, exit bars at dawn and father anonymous children without making headlines (Karl Malone, then a college sophomore, had a child with a 13-year-old and it just surfaced this year). Dig into the legends a bit and you’ll discover ego maniacs, adulterous relationships, social & prescription drug users, alcoholics, abandoned children, terrible marriages, addicted gamblers, self-absorbed husbands/fathers, misogynists and worse.
    The problem I have with the Kobe/Jordan comparison is that Kobe is examined on a 70″ 1080p HDTV monitor with TiVo while Jordan is dissected on a 13″ black and white with a wire-hanger-foil-tipped antenna. Most people don’t stop at the on-court abilities, of which Jordan has the definite upper hand thanks to circumstances. They bash Kobe as an immoral malcontent while Jordan (an immoral malcontent) gets lauded without blemish. Jordan is no more and no less arrogant than Kobe. If Kobe mimics Jordan’s every move why would he stop short at attitude?

    Comment by Rick T | June 14, 2008 | Reply

  2. Hey, Rick. If you notice, I didn’t even mention any of the adultery or other stuff. I’m just talking about him as a basketball player and teammate. Man stuff. Like not pointing to Shaq’s business when his own neck is in the noose. I know Jordan is no choirboy!

    I disagree, however, that Kobe is no less arrogant than Jordan. There is an aspect of taking your opponent’s heart and will that I can respect and admire. I don’t mind that in the field of competition.

    But as I said, there is a certain — je ne sais quois — about Kobe… Many others see it too Otherwise he would not be as polarizing as he is. Moreso than was Jordan.

    And Michael Jordan was ubiquitous at a time when there were not as many outlets and sports channels. He was EVERYWHERE! Every spotlight was on him because there was no one else to dilute the attention. And Jordan’s “Year” was not as “Yester” as you imply. He just retired a couple of them ago.

    But I do agree that this is a ifferent time with allthe cellphone cameras and myriad ways of recording people doing stuff. And everybody works for TMZ.
    Kobe is the best player in the game today. But he has strongly negative characteristics that make me not like him.

    Comment by maxdaddy | June 15, 2008 | Reply

  3. Forgive me if I implied that your disdain for him had anything to do with the court drama. I have become quite the willing apologist for one of sports’ finest of this age and I can get carried away. I respect you not liking him. You are totally entitled to embrace that.

    I would love to understand how and where you can draw the line between Kobe’s arrogance and whatever you’d deem more virtuous in Jordan.

    I love MJ as an athlete above any other and I won’t belabor this discussion any further. I will say that Jordan’s second retirement ten years ago definitively marked the end of a golden era of basketball that his reemergence could not trump. Yesteryear.

    PS
    2003 was more than a couple of years. Semantics, sure, but still?

    Comment by Rick T | June 15, 2008 | Reply

  4. That’s cool!

    As I said, it is hard to codify the specifics of my suspicions. It’s like trying to explain being tickled…

    My pops and I were discussing it yesterday, and the best we could come up with was, Michael felt that he was — hands down — a better basketball player than you. Kobe thinks he is intrinsically a better HUMAN BEING than you! Based on what I see in his professional behavior.

    He seems to feel that, “How dare you try to compete with me!!” That’s what I get. Along with all the phoniness.
    Thanks, man.

    Comment by maxdaddy | June 16, 2008 | Reply


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