25 February 2017

Hyphen Nation — Episode #31: Podcasting 101



Just like Reggie Miller admitted he pushed off of Michael Jordan in the 1998 Eastern Conference Finals, THE WORLD’S GREATEST PODCAST is full of uncalled fouls. Not really, but I do spend most of the episode detailing how I got into podcasting and the behind the scenes of the show. Then I talk a little sports before I give a verdict in the MJ v Prince argument. And I explain why this year’s Royal Rumble was better than what most people thought. Outta nowhere like a RKO.

12 February 2017

Hyphen Nation — Episode #30: The Questions

It's all about the game.

Bernard King. Steph Curry. Nolan Ryan when he played for the Angels. Hyphen Nation, THE WORLD’S GREATEST PODCAST, has reached it’s 30th episode. As promised, welcome to the first ever Q&A show, where I answer all the questions. A lot of wrestling questions but still, all the questions. Question MVPs go to Marcus, Errick, and Mike. We’ll do it again real soon, I had a lot of fun with this one.

08 February 2017

Sad Drake



It hasn’t been a month and I’m broken. With all the terrible news that comes out of DC every single day plus the confirmation of DeVos, I’m struggling. I’ve lived with an overwhelming sense of dread since the Inauguration but the past few days have been too much. The tweets, Pence’s deciding vote, Senator Warren being silenced… I just want to disappear into a dark hole for awhile.

It’s also February so I always deal with the threat of seasonal depression. I haven’t had a bad case in several years but I feel like all the warning signs of it coming are here. My mood absolutely stinks and I can’t shake it; even things that normally brighten me up aren’t helping (other than Aaliyah); and my patience is at zero.

I struggle sometimes to understand those who deal with depression daily. If it’s anything like I feel right now, I completely understand why constant depression is so crippling. The second season of You’re The Worst dealt with this, where a depressed Gretchen told her boyfriend Jimmy that she suffered from depression and to try to understand; that she didn’t need fixing. Of course he tried and it further upset her. I feel the exact same way. You can’t fix depression; you can only hope to cope with it.

On top of that, the guy who brought me into my new job just left for a new position in Chicago. I wish him all the best but having someone who has been such an integral part of your work life leave for a state that’s hundreds of miles away is a huge loss. So that adds fuel to my sad fire. I told a friend that I felt like Sad Drake (think Take Care) and even sung a few bars of “Marvin’s Room” at work. I’m definitely not heartbroken… well, scratch that. I am heartbroken at what our world has quickly become since January 20th.

The final cherry: I’ve been more political on Facebook and Twitter, sharing important updates about what’s going on in Washington. I’ve been getting some positive feedback (mostly because both timelines favor Democrats. Thanks extreme vetting!) and I felt like I was serving some sort of role by spreading actual news around instead of my normal content.

I turn on NORE and DJ EFN’s Drink Champs podcast. One of the first things their guest Talib Kweli says is if you’re not actually going out and trying to make a difference, you’re still doing nothing. I’m paraphrasing but the words hit me hard.

I’m not doing anything. The world’s gone crazy, or for lack of a better term, gone to shit. And I can’t really say much more than that.

06 February 2017

Tom Brady Made A Deal With Mephisto



Only two quarterbacks in the National Football League scare me when they’re behind: Ben Roethlisberger and Tom Brady. You can throw Aaron Rodgers in there too but unless he’s playing the Raiders, a Green Bay victory matters little to me. I hate the Patriots and I mega loathe the Steelers.

As time ticked on in the second half of Super Bowl LI, I kept waiting for that moment when the Patriots would start creeping back in it. Another score in the second half might have been enough for the Falcons but it never came. As the points started going up for NE, I felt sick with worry. I made a comment to Anthony, my long suffering Cleveland sports fan friend:
This is as bad as Game 7.
But the Cavs had won Game 7 and it was one of the most important sporting events I’ve ever watched in my lifetime. Now I looked on in horror as everything went right for Brady and the Patriots and the Falcons just continuously shot themselves in the foot.

New England won the coin toss and I knew it was the ballgame. Brady marched his team down the field effortlessly and again, Atlanta did nothing to help themselves. The pass interference call sealed it; what could have been a field goal turned into a James White game winning touchdown. The Patriots were champs again. My rage turned into reluctant admiration in about 15 minutes.

As I wound down my tweeting and came down from the excitement of the game, I realized what this is all about. Brady has won 5 Super Bowls; in my lifetime, the Raiders have won 1. Out of all my sports teams, I want that championship feeling for my NFL team. I remember the Bulls’s six titles and I remember the Red Sox’s three titles (yeah, I make no sense) but I was 1 the day the Raiders beat the Redskins for their third Super Bowl win in 1984.

I just want to feel the same way the Patriots and their fans feel right now.

03 February 2017

I Have To Remember



In these crazy times, it’s not just about everything being a black versus white thing. Most of us are trying to resist in our own way, and even if something is taken from a black person by a white person, it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a bad thing. #Resist