night of the living baseheads...

Ladies, if you see this guy in a bar/club/dark alley, do yourself a favor and walk the other way...

This is the culture we have wrought. Jocks with wallets full of excuses and entourages full of yes men. Gun-toting, making-it-rain attitudes all the way to their vehicular manslaughters. Let's stop acting like its ok that people like this exist. Moreover, let's stop acting like its ok that people raised people like this. Yeah, Mr. and Mrs. Roethlisberger, you are responsible. Mr. and Mrs. Vick, Woods, et al. All the coaches boosters, drunk vagrants who used to be someone, back when. Every AAU coach with a shoe deal in his or her back pocket. Every Uncle who ever told you where the money was, when he was taking it behind your back. Every teacher, guidance counselor and other school administrator who turned a blind eye for the sake of the golden child. You are all to blame...

the team owner who has taken every step to ensure the TV slot, fannies in the seat, a beer and hot dog for each hand. Laughing all the way to their luxury box...

all of us who turn on the TV, buy the ticket, or the jersey. All of us who let this culture run out of control, whether under the Friday Night Lights, Sneaker Camps or Sunday morning gag-a-thons. Its our fault as well...

its getting harder and harder to enjoy the games i love. But when i look beyond them i see the same patterns in everyday life. The double standards, the sweeping under the rug and the looking the other way—the getting away with murder. This is the culture we wrought for ourselves in this land of the free and home of the brave. It seems you don't have to smoke crack to be a basehead...

how low can you go?...