Thursday, June 6, 2013

Time. .... ( Prolouge)

Hello America,

Those who know that this site, know that I write in the format of the bible....

I write in books....

When a new book hits me, sometimes, I know... and I set up for it...

Other times, I don't know and it just hits me...

Today is one of those days..... So a little basketball, politics and hockey is in store

It occurred to me as I wrote for the last of the Miami/Pacers Series as I knew who was going to win before hand....

that the time had come for a closing of a chapter in my life....

So I wrote that morning, and I put in those versus the bible... and I used the rolling stones as motivation because I wanted the Pacers to know that they won more than the Heat did even though they lost on paper......

I wanted the Miami Heat know that time is up...

For the biggest lie in basketball history was revealed I believe Monday night.....

That one man is the greatest player of all time and can will a team to win anything...

Miami never won anything, without Cole and Chalmers and Mike Miller...........

That's just the truth.. and to be honest with you, there is a great win/loss impact when Wade doesn't do well, than Lebron...

So as I tweeted my usual people the links to this post, I also tweeted D'Wayne Wade I was proud of of his leadership because I am...  To watch an organization put you to the wayside, for a player that will never sacrifice his body nor his salary for anyone but himself... and still remain silent and professional........

That comes from a time that Lebron and these younger players simply will never know.  David Stern and the league have robbed them of learning professionalism because corporate profits are addicted to hype through numbers...

I looked at George Hill, finally becoming the point guard we know he can be, finally saw him talking on the floor as they set their defense up, clapping, animated,

I saw Stephenson give George a great pass...

I saw George running to the hole, he has to learn to keep on despite the officials calling charges...  that's just to protect the Heat... ;)

I saw David West will himself and make himself productive even with a 104 degree temp,

I saw Hibbert emerge as the most impactful center in this league....

Those young men won... I saw Frank Vogel understand why I say never not trust your gut......

I saw a team emerge.....

Now, it is time for the Spurs and Heat/ stats vs team, that's what it all boils down to.

Pop is the Billicheck of basketball and Duncan is the Tom Brady...

Championship rings, but because they are honest and don't play the drama, not going to catch them rapping with two chains and the like... they can't even get an endorsement to sell icy hot or tampons.

Pop wears a suit but he definitely cuts off his sweatshirt at the sleeves...  Duncan is not as glamorous, but anyone who has seen Brady pace the sideline knows that Duncan carries that intensity, not in his voice, but in his eyes...........

And here is this "team" that totally rejects the concept of the "Big Three" versus a team that is nothing with that concept.......

Colliding tonight...

In addition to the Chicago Blackhawks who went from expected favorites to game 7, last 1 minute in the 3rd period Round 1 survivors versus the champs. ....

God came and got me and said "We have to talk and someone else needs to be there........"

So he gave me a dress, I've been losing weight so I'm more than ready to put it on, and he is dressed nicely, not too formal, but a dinner jacket, nice clean white shirt...... and we head out...

We get to the restaurant and lo and behold is Lucifer at the table........

So God and Lucifer sit across from me with a chair in between...

They both reply that they have to wait on the mediator......

And he shows up and it's Ted Kennedy, I put my head down and simply ask 

"Why? Either of you all are capable of talking to me without Mr. Kennedy's adept political skills......"

Neither says anything... But the Speaker asks "What are we drinking tonight?"

I looked at these three men, both influential in their own ways.......

and I say "I ain't Irish, but I need a little whiskey today, Let's bring out some Jack, some of that TN...."

God, Lucifer and Ted are surprised..... and pleased....

The Speaker says...."We know that you are hurting, more than you let on, not b/c of who wins a series and who doesn't... but from the focus on the individual, not on the team, for that mantra is killing not only the NBA but it has killed team sports and quite frankly in a lot of ways this country..... And frankly, neither one of us here can afford for you to lose track........."

I don't speak, but I do drink... and I do listen and reflect......

 The Speaker says "You don't have a grey hair on your head, I looked, not a single strand, but your age is catching up with  you and when that happens it makes the ability to know when it's time easy to recognize......... It's time Tiffani, and we all need to know if you are going to be okay with that..........  We all here because in our ways, we need you where you headed, not where you've been... and it's time to walk away... Can you do that?"

 I finish my second drink, can't drink Whiskey by itself yet... still have to have a little tea and lemon juice...

And I simply say...

 (Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)
(Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)
(Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)
(Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)

[Verse 1: Fantasia]
You ain't gotta worry
that I'm going to falter and not be exactly up to par, to par
See my black woman crazy
don't have nothing to with my compliance with my master's call

(Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)
(Ain't no time for boo hoos, time to finish and be through)


[Pre-chorus: Fantasia (Kelly)]
I simply ain't time to cry
To run from my reality
This is my truth
(and by default I'm designed to do what I've got to)

[Chorus]
My teammates don't ask where I would be?
Cuz I know they are the keys to my prosperity
My ego don't cloud up the middle
My self-image ain't that damn brittle
I don't need no stats, no mentions, not a little
Cause when those are me win, I win by default see
Where would you be without me?
That ain't part of my championship dribble
My ego don't cloud up the middle
My self-image ain't that damn brittle
Real champs know it's really just that simple

Oh na na, oh na
Oh na na, oh na
Oh na na, oh na
Oh na na, oh na



Without Me(Fantansia's Joint Redone)
Written by Tiffani E. Mims ASCAP Licensed.

My point is that Beans is at home with his kids... enjoying his family.

My point is that the David West says he is going to stay with the Pacers and work it out fiscally.

My point is that Lebron knows by the lack of celebration on his face that he is starting to learn what I'm trying to get him to understand and it's not about hate, it's about those lessons, he never allowed college and maturity to teach him...

Trophys and hype can't by respect.

My point is that Wade can hold his head up high in the locker room of the house he built.

My point is that Pop and Duncan understand that I need more of what they exemplify because I know time is short before its gone...

My point is that if I can influence players.. and commentators...  as they railed Hibbert but mention nothing of the child molestor called Anderson....

that influencing voters and policies...

starting with making sure it is clear that Ambassador Rice has no support for the right and amensty doesn't go through...........

Frankly, is just the next step.

The teams that win tonight, know me don't come out of their mouths, outside of a regard to a mention of what the team can do with them to win....

And I got up from the table with the devil, God and the Speaker....

and went back to work...

be back tomorrow.





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