Monday, May 28, 2012

The Book of Sacrifice (Chapter 14)

Hello America,

I am off today. I am going to let this sit until tomorrow.

A couple of stories, a couple of bars, then I'm done... gotta pack, gotta get ready....

I didn't make it to my little high school reunion, I worked 13 hours that day, finished my paper on which I got a perfect grade, I might add...

stopped at local Chili's because my nerves was rattled, me and Dallas have an uneasy peace.  As much as it benefits me to leave, it is just as equally for others to see me stay.  I figured a couple of drinks would let me relax and head back out.  I figured what the hell, so I had platinum presidente Margritas...

I didn't feel like going to downtown and maybe passing a checkpoint.  Aint really in the mood to go to jail these days.....  So I went home and sat outside,

and Me and God just sat and listened to the truths of nature........ and we talked, I'm not even paying attention to my phone, too drunk to find my keys to even get in the house, (they were in my purse)...

And I realized that as Sade reminded that it is Never as Good as the First Time, it is Never as Sweet as the Last time........

So I sat outside and enjoyed the last time, I would take a drink in Dallas, the last time for awhile, I would smell my father's car and remember the days he would drive us under the Cadiz Bridge and blow the horn thrilling me and my sister....... the day he realized that it didn't fascinate us no more....

I sat outside and enjoyed my childhood, my classmates I wasn't meant to see, the memories good and bad that made me in part, what I am......

After awhile, God said Tiffani,  you can't sit out here no more.  You really drunk, obviously altered in addition.....  After this weekend, time to get on the ball, time get ready to go because either way you play it, this is the end......as you know it.  

Ain't no way around it........  Time to get gritty.......  Time for the next phase of your life, cry your last tears..... and that's it, no more.

I asked God to let me hear Honey by Erykah Badu, don't like all her music, but that song right there.......that's Dallas music, reminds me of Good Luck on Pennsylvania, Sprague Stadium,  Dallas in the 70s...

He does........ one time ;)

And after he does, he tells me that the Pastor and Sgt. Quintana will write the theme, but a Coach will set a pace, a coach will dictate your flow..... Be prepared, he says.  He helps through some phone calls I had to return, tucks my drunken self in bed...... and even ensured I took my vitamins so my hang over wouldn't be so bad.

So yesterday as I did work, I went to the same bar, had the same drink plus a couple of more... And I watch the second half of the game.  When I walked in and saw the Thunder was in the lead I wasn't surprised, they may be young but they got heart.

I didn't see what God what wanted me to do... Didn't hear nothing from either coach, that motivated me........ Couldn't figure out what God what God was talking... I was a little tipsy last night, but I was paying attention.  The weed in my yard was sobriety ;)  I knew I was supposed to see something...

So let's go over the entire weekend.

After the Celtics game,  I watched the announcers.... and Magic had a tad bit of hate in his heart......  He's supposed to, He's a Laker, the last thing after seeing Kobe on the bench with him, is the Celtics of all teams going to the conference finals.  The other analyst, the little dude with the beard and the red hair, counters Magic's assertion that everything has to be perfect, that the Celtics can't handle adversity by noticing a nuance of the Celtics, they prefer the hard way.   I guess they used to it.

So the first game ball, goes to....

Someone, they call the Truth, and its not because of his stats, remember the stats ain't telling the story this year......

Paul Anthony Pierce, has been one of my favorite players of all time since Kansas, but why he earned a game ball has nothing to do with his play.  After the game instead of celebrating the obvious wanted rematch against the heat, he went directly to the young leader of the Philly's, the new A.I :), if you will, and implored, better told him, don't you hold your got **** head for ****. 

Now that's truth, in words and in statement.  You have to bear with me, I'm emotional today.  I love it when men act like the men, this nation needs them to be.

And because Mr. Pierce is the soul of that team, every last player of the Celtics, even the Coach before they even celebrating one ounce, went and talked to a sixer, none of them celebrating until the locker room.........

Respectful Man, Honest Man........ Strong Man!

Amen!

On today of all days, we honoring our soldiers, those here and gone.  And before we leave the battlefield, we show respect and we show honor for those who had the courage to stand opposing us on the battlefield.......victory can always be celebrated later, for it is the fight, we discover the truths about ourselves..... 

Thank you for that truth Mr. Pierce.

Second Game ball to someone who has personal ties to this series.  I didn't know that Derek Fisher was from OKC until a college classmate, local news reporter for that area, Carla Wad, posted a pic of she and him and said that they were classmates.  Kind of makes why Derek wanted OKC for more than basketball reasons........

However, there is someone else, that is close to home, and whose truth centered around the coach's theme we are going to get to showed last night.

Stephen Jesse Jackson, gets on my last nerve.......  Why?  Because he is such an emotional player and he never is on my team ;)  During the game last night, from the quarters I saw, the thunder were running all over the place and the spurs, both teams were short on a lot of shots, but the thunder have athleticism and youth, and you could feel the spirit in the Alamodome, from assurance, to worry, to respect, that the Thunder are not the Clippers or the Jazz.

There was a stretch where the Spurs came back to life, and at the end of the play, Mr. Jackson, because he got a little nasty, pounded on his chest and showed emotion, that got the team, that got that stadium up in energy.

It's not that he was the only emotional player, but Mr. Jackson, had some tragedy in his life, and its made him protective by nature.  His display let the world including the Thunder know, these are my brothers and you'll have to go through hell to take a win away from my family, in my house.

For that truth, Mr. Jackson, I say thank you.  For every moment of your career, you have played with a spirit, that says where there is faith, there can be no fear, not a got damn drop.

Protective Man, Emotional Man, Strong Man!

Amen!

Sgt. Quintana's truth when going through his battles to earn that purple heart on the field was that he found solace in knowing he wasn't alone.  Mr. Jackson reminded his team, they were not either.

He was there.

The last game ball goes to a man who has nothing to do with basketball or Hockey. 

His television show was the only show I ever called in on, and was on the air actually.

Mr. Tavis Smiley.

Not because of his critique of Obama, but because of consistently sticking to his truth and regardless of consequence.  Mr. Smiley does not change his game for anybody.  If it gets him kicked out of the black folk political circuit, he does not alter he does not change.  He realizes because of his own situation, that life is gritty, that hope, change, 200 points of lights, none of that put foods in anyone's belly.  And for that his mission in his own way, to ensure the same thing I want and others, that these babies, that our older citizens going to eat......  has cost him a lot.

One endorsement from him, he could be on NBC, etc..........

But day in, and day out, he tells it like it is.

Mitt Romney, you got time, OFF CAMERA, but take some pics, you want so raw honest truth......

This man here....... is Activa..... daily.

Honest Man, Uncompromising Man, Amen!

The truth of these three men, respect, protectiveness, and candor is why I love men.  Despite whatever I do personally, I am not ready for husband #2, ready for boyfriend #1, 2 and 3 just playing...

But the truth of these men are why we need to love on our soldiers today, of both genders.  These are the qualities of our military that makes us #1 in the world.  I will go to war with the United States Military against anyone, damn the weaponry, because of the soldiers.

I looked at what Coach God was talking about and I thought about three men...........

Ron Washington, who had a hot hitter in Mitch Moreland, but told him to sit.  And as the press asked Mr. Moreland how do you feel, his basic summation was like it don't matter because when Wash say no, that's just what it is.

For man who doesn't have LaRussa's education, or a ring like some of the other managers......Why is this dancing man, this man who splits verbs like Yu splits fastballs ;)  got to where even when he sits the hottest hitter in the league Josh Hamilton, or tell Cliff Lee or Derek Holland, damn all that, can you get his ass out?  There is no Wade/ Spolestra episode..........

Doc Rivers, told people before the reason that all his team needed was a chance........and apparently, he believed it because when asked if he was ready for Miami, he replied, he already packed.  What makes a man think with injured and older stars, a team barely over .500 think from the start of the season with all of the supermixes of free agents, with the Clippers, the Knicks, the Heat that he was going to be in the Playoffs much less this far.  What makes men like Pierce and Rondo listen to him?

I think the truth that God wanted me to hear was after the Game.  Now I usually can read lips, but I was drunk, not going to lie.....  And I saw this coach say something yesterday and I knew it was something deep because the next thing I know.  Four Spurs on the ground with a thunder player for a ball like Ray Lewis, Scruggs, Reed, and Flacco just for the hell of it, dead on mendallhall for a play.

Let me repeat, we not talking about players who have something to prove, I am talking about Parker and Duncan, fighting and scrambling on the court .......... Tim's a big boy, Parker he's scrappy, but Duncan is down there like dammit, I need this.


And I wondered where that intensity came from.........


The Coach,


who told his team, 


simply time to get nasty,


time to drive it in, shoot it in, whatever you got to do.


And When a team can respond to a coach like that to listen to orders they don't wanna hear, they need to hear......


it's because the weed of trust is not in their yard.


Tonight, The Devils, The Kings, The Heat and The Celtics will find out tonight, what trust they have in their coaches..........


Because last night,  and no disrespect to Scott Brooks, HE IS A GOOD STRONG YOUNG COACH.......


Last night, the world saw what happens when the OG makes the call to put in work......


So since the OG made the call that God said he would, he sets the tone......  I am going to get back to Gym Class but today........


Coach say its time to get nasty........


so Coach P went into the huddle and really told the Spurs....


"A Milli"


OG P, you feel me
Ya Dig

Spurs, I got all grey hair, I don't give a damn or a care
I ain't got time to yell in herre
I suggest you grab this game like refugees grab CARE
I'm kind of jonesing because for rings I got a need
I dont want no pill for coach of the year bullsh*t
  Hell I'm old, we dont have time, to play from behind.
Coach Brooks told his team............
'Each minute that you'll bring you make these Spurs joints holla
Make they asses run these iso's like We Jamaican Shottas
This ain't the UN, hell now right now they ain't our brothas
We thunder, we make noise whenever we decide to drop in...'
So I said I told God........I'm staying sober for the rest of the series
Man, Bars I drop 'em, because all these dudes trying fit in
They sticks in this mix , but hell I need a 69 th wind
I gotta watch it,  start to the end
  the truth from these men,
  make me wanna no  Hands like Wocka Flocka!!
This ain't no time to chill!
 
A Milli (No time Remix) written by Tiffani E. Mims, Pending ASCAP approval

Paul say respect your foes, Stephan say protect your brothers, Tavis say do it your way, all day.
 
Sgt. Quintana say you not alone, and God says be mindful of the weeds in your yard.
 
Encourage your brothers tonight, all teams, ain't no one, two, three or four punch, gonna win s*** for nobody, this ain't boxing or tennis.  this playoff basketball and hockey, anyone rocking a jersey tonight, need to have they clips loaded and be ready for the truths that Coach Brooks said last night...........
 
we not backing down..........
 
And What Coach P said.......
 
time to get nasty.
 
The team that trusts his coach to see the bigga picture, is that the team that will emerge with a winning figga........
 
Was that nasty enough Coach P?
 
The four coaches who work tonight, will write the rest of the lyrics.........
 
This is the book of sacrifice........
 
These men write the stories, I simply type the notes........
 
Throwing up the game ball and putting down the game puck, letting the officials help me off the rink and court.......  Because I can't move that fast!

Have a great game and Mr. Russell Westbrooke, I hope and pray that you are okay, we need you on the court, but we need your more as a man and a citizen, be careful love, okay?

So our soldiers by our play tonight, My brothers in Jersey, show our soldiers here and gone, that your play understands that Freedom Ain't Free, Liberty ain't Cheap and Democracy requires a different type of Down Payment.

I love each and every one of you all, and I am so very proud of you all for making it this far.  

Thank you, Coaches for showing all of us the bigga picture, We need you, We love you as well.
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