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Richard Sherman is winning... everything

By now, everyone on the planet with a TV, radio, laptop or media device has heard the infamous post-game rant of Seattle defensive back Richard Sherman. No doubt as I type, someone has found a way to turn it into an Antoine-Dobson-esque Autotuned track with bass and syncopation not to mention animation perfect for YouTube.

Be that as it may, whether you liked the delivery, timing, brashness or not – you cannot doubt for a minute that the ultimate winner in this entire debate is none other than Richard Sherman.

He used both brains and brawn to get on a path to success – he maintained Honors-level grades at Stanford, arguably the most respected university west of New England. He is a Pro-Bowl level player on his way to the Superbowl. He had Dr. Dre on the sideline with him since he just launched a Beats by Dre headphone publicity run. He has his own line of “Shutdown” accessories for sale. He’s in a Nike commercial with Kobe Bryant where he kinda looks like the better athlete.

AND he has every media outlet in the nation hanging on his every word, tweet and Instagram post
I have to admit, I didn’t 100% love the rant. If you’re the greatest, let others recognize you for that. You don’t have to tell us. You most especially don’t have to shout it at us. But I never dismissed him as being a round-the-way thug who let his mouth run away with him. (NTTAWWT – Not That There’s Anything Wrong With That)

I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. And I hate the quick-trigger reaction of “some people” who simply cannot abide seeing a person of color succeed and then talk about their success. President Obama strolling to the podium at the White House Correspondent’s Dinner with “All I Do Is Win” playing on the speaker – EPIC. Beyoncé singing about being a Grown Woman with the awesome line “Bitches, I run this” in the chorus – here for it. Kanye… no, he needs help. Bless his heart. Let’s move on.

For those who say that race has nothing to do with the reactions we’ve seen to Sherman’s uber-enthusiastic self-aggrandizement, I invite you to scroll though the comments sections of any other of the gajillion articles currently floating around. Wince-worthy. As we say in the community – “MLK ain’t go to the mountaintop for this.” The dream is yet unrealized, good people. But I digress, back to @RSherman_25.

Richard Sherman won. He won the game, he won the internet, he won the endorsements, he's winning his life. What next I wonder? What happens next? Now that the eyes of the world are on you and you have one the largest platforms at your disposal – what do you do with it? Do you use the microphone for good or for gain? One thing I do know, we’ll all be watching.

What did you think of Sherman’s speech? Do share…

The Kobe reset

Vanessa is leaving Kobe. One might ask - what took her so long? To all the gents lamenting Kobe's pocketbook, fear not. He'll live to ball hog another day. He'll be groping new asses any second now. I, for one, was never a Kobe fan. Let me reset my post on why (from June 2010):

In honor of the NBA Finals, here's my obligatory basketball post. I'm a football girl and the best thing about these Finals is that we're that much closer to NFL season. That being said, let me get to the point: I don't care for Kobe, not one bit.

I had the temerity to express my dislike of Kobe "Black Mamba Thinks the Sun Rises and Sets on My Hindparts" Bryant on Twitter and was lambasted and called a hater. Pardon me… it's not hate if you have LEGIT reasons for your dislike. Well now you have done it. Forced me to dig back into my bag of "High-Rollin' BougieTales". Back in my "high-rollin' days", I jetsetted about with a variety of entertaining sports and celeb type folks. Mostly good times but a few… not so much.

First let me say that yes, he is a supremely talented basketball player. One you have to consider in the pantheon of "GOAT" (Greatest Of All Time) nominees. On that we can agree. But guess what? Being a talented (even brilliant) athlete does not equate to being a pleasingly pleasant person. I'm sure there are people who have met Kobe and enjoyed the experience. I'm not in that number. Allow me to present my evidence (sort of, some things I have promised to take to the grave):

The Case of the Mother's Day Mishap: At the time, I lived in Marina del Rey and BougieMom came out to visit. I had planned a wonderful Mother's Day Weekend for her including Sunday dinner at a chi-chi frou-frou restaurant in Santa Monica. Fifteen minutes prior to our reserved dining time we showed up, valet parked, and greeted the hostess. The place was packed. She double-checked our reservation, told us they were prepping our table and asked us to step to the side for five minutes. So far, so good. Very shortly thereafter, a flurry of activity broke off near the entrance. Enter Sir Kobe with entourage of at least ten peeps. Master Bryant wanted a table immediately. Flustered hostess naïvely asked if he perchance had a reservation. Silence.

The look on his face said it all. He was Kobe Bryant. This was Los Angeles… did he really need a reservation? The restaurant manager (maybe the owner) appeared and dove into the fray. So pleased to have you, Mr. Bryant. It's a crazy busy day, Mr. Bryant. Would you mind waiting for five minutes, Mr. Bryant. The hostess pointed to me and said, "Your table is ready, ma'am." As BougieMom and I stepped forward, Le Kobe said, "What's up with their table? Can't they wait?" Yeah he did. He said it. To a seventy-something year old woman and her daughter on Mother's Day. Just as I opened my mouth to break him off a bougie piece of my mind, one of his crew stepped forward. "Sorry ma'm, ya'll go on ahead." Um-hmm. I gave him the side-eye and he was looking sulky. Me no like.

The Case of the Charity Curmudgeon: I do so wish I could name names in this story but I promised years ago never to reveal all. I will say this… At a charity event, you are supposed to act charitable. i.e. Not complain about the room you were given (for free) or the food served to you (for free) or wonder whether other sports figures were treated better than thou. At no point should you speculate if someone was considered "a bigger name" and therefore given more shine and star treatment. It's also not classy to decide that not enough bowing, scraping and ass-kissing was happening and not show up to the event. No bueno.

The Case of the All-Star Shiggity: I will truly get my ass kicked if I tell this story. Ya'll don't even know. How can I tell it without telling it? Let me see… Oh here we go – Not every woman attending an All-Star weekend is a groupie. Not everybody wants some of you. And nasty, freaky, and rude does not look good on anybody. Puts me in the mind of that movie Kingdom Come where Whoopi wrote down two words to describe her deceased husband: Mean and surly.

Granted, others have said that Mamba-dude is nice as can be and devoted to his charity works, family, city, yada-blah. I'm just saying I haven't seen it. So when I say I don't like Kobe… I mean what I know of him, I personally do not care for. No worries, it's not keeping him or me up at night.

My point is (Rabid Laker Nation) that my dislike has nothing to do with his Lakerdom or celeb status. So quit tellin' me I'm hatin'. True, I've never really been a Lakers fan but I'm more of a girl who cheers for a player rather than a team in basketball anyway. For instance, I'm really not a Celtics fan but I love Kevin Garnett. Met him once. And yes, he was nice (and really, really fine). So guess who I'm cheering for in this series?

Stay tuned, one day I'll tell the stories of why I don't like Brett Favre or Warren Moon either.
Thoughts on Vanessa and Kobe? Give less than a damn? That's okay too. The floor is yours…


Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Texas is a red state (even though Dallas County is now officially 53% blue), our governor is an idiot. We have tornadoes and you hate the Cowboys. Dirk is white and Jason Kidd should be in jail. I know. Shake it off for a second.

The Mavericks are NBA champions. It was a team effort. These guys showed a lot of heart. They kept finding ways to win when no one (least of all the sportscasters) gave them a chance. Congrats, Mavs.

P.S. I'm out getting a little celebration on. But I'm on deadline editing Book 3 this week so I'll post as I'm able. But don't hold your breath. In the meantime, have you caught up on my Tumblr? Take a peek and see you soon.

Five things I learned from Randy Moss this week

For those not in the know, Randy Moss is a wide receiver in the National Football League. He entered the league nicknamed "The Freak" for his awesome leaping ability and fantastic speed. He started his career in 1998 in Minnesota with a chip on his shoulder because he fell so far in the draft due to "ethics issues" (read "perceived thug tendencies"). Most notable, he was irritated that the Dallas Cowboys passed on him (even though after all their late-90s scandals, they could ill afford another). 

Monsieur Moss had a love/hate relationship in Minnesota. He was rookie of the year and a perennial Pro Bowl candidate but he had a penchant for stirring up shiggity. He would say things like "sometimes I don't run full out", he would walk off the field before the game was over, he would sulk and pout. He was dealt to the Raiders (considered football Purgatory) prior to being revived by the Patriots. He played well and then... the wheels came off. His playing time was limited and he and Golden Boy Brady may or may not have gotten into beef about hair. Moss was sent back to the Vikings. The locker room loved him (for the most part). He was motivating the youngsters, pulling coverage off Harvin and Peterson so their numbers were up and making Favre look less grandfatherly on the field. And then came the grudge match against the Patriots.

Sunday night, the Vikings lost. Moss was unhappy. He held a press conference with himself. He may or may not have told the Vikings what to expect against the Pats and they didn't listen. He may or may not have told the team owner that the Vikes coach (Childress known as Chilly) sucked and needed firing. He may or may not have indicated that he missed the professionalism of the Patriots. He was fired Tuesday... the NFL calls it waivers. By Friday, he was snatched up by the Titans and headed for Nashville. 

So here are the life lessons I gleaned from Randy's entertaining week:

1) You can go home again... but it's never the same. Going back from whence he came (Minnesota) was supposed to be a rebirth of sorts for Moss. Instead it was more drama, more scrutiny and a one-way ticket out of town. This tells me that sometimes it best to leave the past a memory. When you've given all you can to one situation and left it behind, might just be better to let sleeping dogs lie.

2) No matter who you are... it's never good to tick off the powers that be. Moss is a potential hall-of-famer with a multi-million dollar paycheck and a contract but they sent that man packing as if it was layoff day at the neighborhood Wal-Mart and he was the last stockboy hired. I guess what Moss did is the equivalent of sending an email saying "This place sucks, don't come work here" and accidentally cc'ing the entire company. Whoops!

3) Standards are applied unevenly. So Randy was a distraction in the lockerroom? Interesting, not one Vikings player has corroborated that. You're saying that in the few weeks Randy was there, he was more of a distraction than say... a quarterback who couldn't decide if he was going ot play or not? A quarterback accused of "inappropriate behavior"? A quarterback who determines whether he'll play or practice regardless of coach input? I'm not taking it racial. I'm just saying you have two players list in the NFL's Top 100 Players' list. One gets run outta town, the other gets a Wrangler commercial. Okay, I see you.

4) Talent outweighs trouble. Think the Titans care that Randy might be a distraction? Heckie Naw. They care that he's a 6 foot 4 target that can take some of the coverage off of superstar running back Chris Johnson so he can get loose. Or so that Vince can get loose, or the tight end. This tells me that if you are considered a commodity in your field, you can burn a bridge or two and still be alright. (But we knew this, think T.O.)

5) Sometimes you have to be true to yourself. I'm sure at some point Randy thought - is it really a good idea to tell my head coach he's a wuss and the owner that he needs to fire said wuss? Then again, knowing Randy he gave a damn. You know what he thought? He thought I have at least three more good years and what's the worst they can do, I'm about to speak my piece. This tells me that sometimes (though not often) a "damn the consequences" attitude pays off.

By no means am I making Moss out to be sort of here but you have to admit he plays by his own rules and it's working for him thus far. Right about now, Childress looks to have backed the wrong horse and Randy is laughing all the way to the Nashville bank. Oh, and the Vikings owner actually considered giving Chilly the pink slip and keeping Moss. In the end, who really won?

All of this being said, BougieLand - I wouldn't try this at home. We regular folks will be sitting up in the unemployment office wondering where it all went wrong. 

Thoughts, comments, insights? The floor is yours...

The party is over... for the Cowboys at least

Well, we wrung all the party we could out of the four-day celebration of Bougie Older Bro's birthday. The Jerry-Dome is gorgeous, our seats were amazing but the Cowboys quite honestly suck. Even before they carted Romo off the field and threw poor old ass Kitna in front of the bus, the season was tanking majorly. Maybe by the time I wake up in the morning Wade Phillips will have been run outta town. I mean 1 - 5, seriously? I'm planning on getting a bunch of these printed up:
Yes, I know our real problem is our Owner and GM. As soon as I win two bijillion in the lottery, I'm going to buy the team from him and make it right. In the meantime, go Rangers?! New post up at 7:00am. 

Raise your frosty imported beer mug up: NFL is back!

For those not in the know, OneChele loves the NFL. Love, love, loves it! I watch religiously. I plan my church attendance around the pre-game shows and my Sunday evenings around the post-game wrap-ups. I have NFL Sunday Ticket and SuperFan on DirecTV. I play in a fantasy football league (reigning champ three years in a row). During football season, I am a cheap date – call me up and invite me over to watch the game, throw in chicken wings and iced tea and I'm happy.

As a Dallas Cowboys fan it has not always been easy (and is in fact often painful) to watch yet every week, I sit (usually with grilled food items nearby) and ready myself for the battles of the day. Win or lose, there are generally great feats of athleticism to appreciate. For the ladies who are not fans of the game, here are five things you need to know about the game:

  1. Really fine men in really tight uniforms – I think that statement speaks for itself
  2. It's quite entertaining – if you are not a pure fan of the sport, you can still tune in just to enjoy an amazing catch, tackle or throw
  3. It's not just a game – Yes it is grown men playing a boy's game but people take it very seriously
  4. Most men dig chicks who can speak sports – At the very least, know your man's favorite team and when they play. "How'd the Bears play today?" can net you "cool chick" points.
  5. Don't call diehard football fans mid-game – If you have friends who are rabid fans, don't call them on game day unless someone is bleeding and requiring emergency care

The season kicks off with much fanfare and hoopla tonight with the Tennessee Titans and the Pittsburgh Steelers. Time to suit up… enjoy!

Tuesday Reality Check – Favre won’t go quietly into that good night

Just when you thought it was safe… (sigh) Favre JUST cannot stay retired. Or get retired or really retire… you know what I mean. Back in my high-rolling days, I met Mr. Favre. I am not a fan. At any rate, I think at some point you should hang up the cleats. In my humble opinion, for Favre - that was four years ago. Yet here he is again, suiting up for yet another run. From ESPN:

A source close to Brett Favre said the quarterback, pending a physical, will sign a contract with the Minnesota Vikings for between $10 million to $12 million, according to ESPN senior NFL analyst Chris Mortensen.

Favre, 39, arrived in Minnesota on Tuesday to meet with the Vikings, getting off a team plane at a small St. Paul airport and getting into an SUV after shaking hands with the ground crew.

Coach Brad Childress confirmed the planned meeting in an e-mail to The Associated Press. Asked if the plan was to sign Favre, Childress replied: "In a perfect world."

Favre is expected to take a physical later Tuesday.

Favre's mother, Bonita, told the Biloxi Sun Herald that her son would be working out with the Vikings on Wednesday. ESPN analyst Chris Carter reported Tuesday that Childress already has told the Vikings that Favre will be starting in Friday night's preseason game against the Kansas City Chiefs.

"I have mixed emotions, but I have always loved to watch him play," she told the Sun Herald. "This time, however, I thought he would stay retired and stay home. I guess he could not do it.

"They [Minnesota] seem to have a good team in place, and he liked that. I guess I need to get a Vikings jersey now."

Note to Favre: Your own mama is shaking her head.

The happiest person in the league about Brett returning? Mike Vick. Spotlight on someone else for at least a day or two. Second happiest, Bernard Berrain (Minnesota's WR), he's staring at a Pro Bowl year if Favre can stay on target and not gift the other teams' secondary. Next happiest is the NFL. Like him or not, he's ratings gold. I picture Goddell cabbage-patching down the hall as I type.

The buzz in Twitterville prompted me to say that after the apocalypse only three things will be left standing: Cockroaches, Cher and Brett Favre. I would say welcome back, but I don't mean it…

Any thoughts about the re-re-re-resurrection of Favre or do you simply not care anymore?

Bougie Sports Review - Wherefore art thou, Romo?

OneChele is a sports fan, ya'll. Most rabidly, an NFL fan. And most loyally, a Cowboys fan. Some of my earliest memories involve sitting on my Dad's lap screaming at Too Tall, "Get the quarterback!"

Cowboy fandom is not for the weak of heart or fickle of spirit. You have to be ever true to the Silver and Blue, through thick and thin and T.O. too. I have persevered through a 1-15 season and rejoiced at the 13-3/12-4 seasons. From Dandy Don to Danny White to Deion to DeMarcus, I'm all about those Boyz. (okay, not that old, but I know my Cowboys History). I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area and pulled into VIP parking at Candlestick with a Cowboys sticker on my car. I rolled up into Jack Kent Cooke Stadium with a Cowboys sweatshirt on and lived to tell the tale. If I had a dime for the number of times I have had to defend Tex Schramm, Tom Landry, Jerry Jones, Jimmy Johnson, Barry Switzer (for goodness sake!), et al even when I didn't 100% agree with them… I would be an exceptionally wealthy person right now. I have had relationships and friendships placed in jeopardy over my unwavering love for the Dallas Cowboys.

All of that being said, my love is not blind. Nor deaf, nor dumb. I've seen enough to know when something is not right in the state of Denmark (more Shakespeare)… okay, Dallas. For the past three years, the Dallas Cowboys have been unarguably one of the most talented teams, position by position, in the league. Most notably, last year the Cowboys were locked and loaded, ready to run roughshod over the Beasts of the NFC East and re-claim their rightful dominance in the NFL. Can you say Lombardi trophy? From Hard Knocks to Inside the NFL, most of the pundits had Dallas anointed and crowned before the season started. However…

I did not believe the hype. I was in Seattle at the end of the 2006 season for the whiff heard round the world. I was literally physical ill as I watched the entire season go up in flames. I watched the December Disintegration of 2007. So by the start of last year, I was not a believer. I didn't care who said what or what we started out looking like. I wanted to see what the Cowboys had in the tank come that cold, cruel stretch of December.

The 2008 season was just embarrassing. Scraping out a win in Buffalo against a team we should have monster stomped. The "please put a bag over my head" final game at Texas Stadium. The complete meltdown, "should have gotten on the bus at half-time" debacle in Philadelphia. There are not enough Rolaids in the world to stomach a season like that. The sniping, the rumor mills, the gut checks that never really checked out, the Pacman, T.O. of it all… Aaaaaaaaaaah!

The problem, I would submit to you today, is Number Nine. Number Nine in your program, Number One in your hearts… Romo. A friend of mine often remarks that some things look like coffee but taste like Sanka. This is the dichotomy of Romo. He has the arm but not always the accuracy, he has the feet but not always the speed, he knows the plays but doesn't always execute like the playbook. He puts up the numbers (great fantasy guy) but has a hard time closing out games. He starts out strong at the beginning of the season and fades towards the end. He has talent around him and keeping him upright, but somehow never quite achieves what's expected. Sanka anyone?

Let's review what other issues might attribute to the Cowboys' inability to close out a season and win a (any) playoff game(s).

  1. Coaching – Garrett might not always have the freshest approach?
  2. Defense – our secondary is flawed and porous at best?
  3. Receivers – T.O. wasn't a pure speed guy, Williams didn't know the system, Miles Austin stays on crutches and Patrick Crayton is truly a #2 guy?
  4. Front office – the General Manager (who happens to be the owner) is not surrounding him with the tools he needs to win?
  5. Intangibles – Locker Room chemistry, off field distractions and the Jessica Simpson Curse?

I don't know and I don't buy any of it. I just don't think Romo is that big game, "put the team on my back and I'll carry it home" guy. He's not a Manning (not Peyton, Eli or Archie) or a Brady. In January I started sending telepathic waves to Jerry, "Matt Cassel, Matt Cassel, Matt Cassel." He didn't get my message. Listen, I like Tony as a person, he seems like the kind of guy you want to go out for fajitas and mojitos with. As a quarterback, I'll admit he's talented but I have to wonder, how many chances do you get to close the deal before we bring in another closer? Working on the mixed-sports metaphor of three strikes and out, in my mind, we've gone past that point. But in true Cowboys fanatic optimism, I surely hope this is the year he proves me wrong.

Next up in Bougie Sports Review, Roy Williams, please do not shame our Alma Mater this year. Longhorn up, dude!

Bougie SportsNation, any thoughts on Romo and the Boyz?

Raise your Appletini up for Steve McNair

Another pause for the cause with the death of former NFL Quarterback, Steve "Air" McNair.

From ESPN...

In the wake of the Tennessee Titans' painful loss to the St. Louis Rams in Super Bowl XXXIV, Steve McNair sat in front of his locker in a quiet room of the Georgia Dome, and he cried.

"So close," McNair said of the championship game's final play, when Titans wide receiver Kevin Dyson was stopped by Rams linebacker Mike Jones 1 yard shy of the end zone and a tying score. "It was so very close."

And what I recall foremost about that game and the minutes immediately after it, more than Dyson's almost-touchdown or the dynamic 73-yard reception by Isaac Bruce for the contest's winning score, is the glint of tears in Steve McNair's eyes that day.

Noted for his toughness and his uncanny ability to play through pain (a trait he credited to his old coach at Mt. Olive High School in Mississippi), it was rare to witness McNair so much as wince during his 13 NFL seasons, let alone weep openly. And that's why those tears -- not the kind that roll down a person's face, but the sort that shone unmistakably in his baleful eyes -- were so stunningly incongruous that they couldn't help but stick with any person witnessing them.

Today, it's the rest of us who are left saddened by the untimely loss of a terrific player and, more than that, a good man. Few NFL players have performed with the kind of innate competitiveness that McNair possessed. Not many men played the game with such passion and determination. And those qualities arguably should be the first things people remember about Steve McNair.

I met Steve back in my high-rolling days. He was in Hawaii for the 2003 Pro Bowl and sat down with me and my XSO (Ex-Significant Other) as we watched a stunning sunset and shared a sip or two. It was one of those cool, comfortable vibes, when you met Steve, you felt like you had known him a long time.

He talked a bit about football and chasing the ring, family and blessings. I remember thinking he was a nice guy who could've dominated the league and collected that ring had he played for a real team at the right time. He was a monster on the field, an Ironman, man among men. Soft-spoken and polite off the field. I saw him once after that and he remembered me and called me by name. I teased him and asked him if he could come play for the Cowboys. He laughed and he talked about some of the charity and foundation work he had going. Sigh... He will be missed.

I'm tired of the sad news and this one stings more than a little bit. I'll raise a glass for Steve this weekend and send up a prayer for his family. Rest in Peace, Steve.

Share your thoughts on this tragedy or memories of great Steve McNair moments.