Kyrie Irving & the Continued Expendable Exploitation of Our People....

Good Afternoon from Upper Darby!

Get comfortable please, because this is gonna take a moment and I wanna type this out and really just delve into this without too much fanfare and extracurricular crap, so? This post is gonna take a few moments of your time as a reader, but? By the time it is done you'll get a complete picture and really have something to look at, reflect on, and hopefully you will take this and use it as a tool to pull aside your younger family members and really just get them to understand what is REALLY GOING ON around them. And get them to understand that they are worth MORE than a sport. And more than a life of exploitation and constant stereotyping for entertainment purposes only. With that said? Lemme get into this post.

You know...? I was talking with one of my sworn-brothers during the final quarter of Game-1 of the NBA Finals. I'd watched Lebron James attempt to be Allen Iverson.

Allen Iverson? There is ONLY-1, Allen Iverson, and there will NEVER BE another one. I can proudly type on here that I am a Philadelphia 76ers fan, regardless of how shitty Our Team has become. I became a 76ers fan NOT BECAUSE OF A PLAYER. But because of John Lucas. I became a fan because of A COACH.

I wanted John Lucas to SUCCEED as the Coach of the Sixers so fuckin badly, because this is a brother who has REALLY HELPED COUNTLESS BLACKMEN WITH SUBSTANCE ABUSE & DRUG PROBLEMS and I admired HIM as a Blackman who realized HIS MISTAKES. Accepted His Own Faults. Got control over them. Then put his life back together. Then made a life for himself while helping out Our People and others who had fallen victim to drugs and alcohol. For all the negative press we get as a People and as Blackmen, remember this if you don't know, and look to this if you are frustrated as a Black Person with all the negative press we get.

John Lucas turned his entire life around and then helped saved countless others, yet? Where are the Conservative Coons to keep a spotlight on Him? Where are the Phony-ass Whites who say we need to "pull ourselves up by the bootstraps", to say "Let's get John Lucas up in here and donate to one of his centers." or "You Blacks need to turn to people like John Lucas and see what ideas he has or how he made it back from the brink and pass that paperwork around." the reason why Whites and Nigger-Traitors don't talk about the John Lucas's of Our People is because they honestly don't want us to move from right where we are. They don't go in search of the John Lucas's of Our Communities because they don't want any spotlight of hope on them, at least!? Not using THEIR MEDIA-MEDIUMS or disrupting Their LUCRATIVE business of dog-piling on top of us at every chance they can get. This is not by accident. It isn't because "they've forgotten about" John Lucas, no. It is because it is intentional for Whites, White-Jews, and the Nigger-Traitors, to AVOID talking about Black People like John Lucas. Because he proves that no matter how bad things get? It's only over, when you give up hope, and say it's over. It's only over when you quit. So spotlighting John Lucas and the countless Blacks like him runs the risk of reigniting Our Peoples strength of Enduring Spirit, so keeping away from living, breathing, successful Blacks who have GIVEN BACK TO US, is an absolute no-no.

And?

John Lucas was a pretty good coach too. He was often called in to fix up teams with talent, but were psychologically weak or limited, like when he coached the Spurs. Or when a franchise is rock-bottom, like when he got the Head Coaching and General Manager position for My Philadelphia 76ers. Have you noticed the pattern already. A pattern that STILL PERSISTS TODAY, unless you're lucky. Things are down and destitute, okay, now we can hire a Black Person. Now we can hire this Black Guy, shit what could it hurt. Again? This is OUR FAULT. Not White People, because they are simply doing WHAT THEY HAVE ALWAYS DONE. We on the other hand now have enough capital and talent and resources where we DON'T HAVE TO KEEP BEING THE BASEMENT BOYS AND GIRLS of Whites or anyone else. But we continue to accept no-win situations from Whites where we can simply get with one another and build our own whatever we want. One reason why this happens is because we've also lost faith in each other and our overall morale is low. This is correctable and we are seeing signs of movement again on Our Part as a People, and that's a good thing. And please note, DO NOT, I repeat. DO NOT. Expect Whites and White-Jews or anyone else TO HIGHLIGHT THAT.

I blog. You blog. We blog. This is how a grassroots of potential media-mediums is created. All that matters is that we keep going and SOME OF US WILL GET THROUGH. And that is all that matters. If that means that I have to hold the doors open while you all run through, THEN SO BE IT. Because THAT, is how it is done. Rest assured, I will do my part to make sure NO PURSUERS GET THROUGH, however? That means that that door, will be closed for good. Now? If you don't understand what I mean, briefly? Look at the post I made yesterday regarding how the LGBT Community uses Us to Fight Their Battles. If Our Black Leaders would have made sure to have a BLACK CIVIL RIGHTS ACT passed? And SPECIFICALLY MADE IT CLEAR THAT THIS ACT ONLY APPLIES TO US? Then? How can anyone else pass through Our Black Civil Rights Act and claim they are entitled to the benefits entitled therein?

They can't.
That is what I mean by closing the door behind me and closing the door behind US. This is how you ARE SUPPOSED TO DO THINGS. You DO NOT ALLOW your hard work, pain and suffering, to be exploited for NEGATIVE-GAIN. And when I say negative-gain I mean that on the short-term and on the surface something APPEARS TO BE A POSITIVE GAIN, however? In the long-term and IN REALITY it is actually a NEGATIVE. So that is why I came up with the term negative-gain. The Native American Indians were exterminated through a series of NEGATIVE-GAIN TACTICS AND PLOYS by Whites, TOWARDS THEM. And at no point did they ever come together and work together, so let this also be a lesson to YOU Black Person and REMEMBER IT. Do not be so quick to claim we AREN'T UNIFIED. Look at the American Indian and you see DISUNITY. Which is why they are now LESS THAN 1% of the Population, when THEY USED TO BE THE MAJORITY HERE. But they never once put aside their differences, AS A WHOLE, to stop the Whites from annihilating them.

So don't fall for the "Black People aren't Unified! Black People aren't Unified!" ohhhhhhhhhhh, noh, what we are is DISORGANIZED. What we are is constantly under socioeconomic-milpol assault! Attempts are CONSTANTLY BEING MADE to UNDERMINE US AND TURN US AGAINST ONE ANOTHER AND WHY? Because Whites and everyone else knows that whenever we are givin a moments worth of rest, whether you realize it or not. When thing slow down enough? How many of you out there pick up the phone...? Call that family member that you're always beefing with. Call that old friend where shit went wrong and years have passed, but now? Enough time is passed and shit isn't all stressful for you... Yeah. Guess I'll call their dumb-ass and see if I can patch this shit up....

Little Black-Girl "Fuck you want NOW, White Person?"
Emperor Bush Jr. the War Criminal "Jess wanna make sure u-all aren't gettin along, das all? Is that soh wrong?"

It is HARD TO BE HUMAN when you are always under inhuman amounts of psychological and physical duress. And it is hard to forgive and reconcile when you're constantly in a perpetual state of Fight or Flight, something the human body was never meant to be in 24/7, or endure....

   I wasn't actually a fan of any American basketball team growing up. I liked the Showtime Lakers because of Kareem Abdul-Jabber and that was who I patterned my game after. Now? At only 6'3" I wasn't even IN THE REALM of being a Center or a Power Forward, but!? I was treated as one because of my wingspan and during high school that was the position I played, regardless of who I was up against or where they came from. So I didn't have an ACTUAL TEAM even though I was born and raised here in Philadelphia. I liked PLAYERS, more than any ONE TEAM. I still remember Sydney Moncrief and HIS Milwaukee Bucks teams of the 80's, alongside Bob Lanier and Brian Winters, this was EARLY-80's!

Sydney Moncrief was a phenom! But he played during the 80's when the NBA was REALLY the NBA! And basketball hadn't become a massive means by Our People to solve Our Economic-&-Social issues. So you had more well-rounded, competent Black basketball players where rest-assured the Doctor J documentary highlights that Julius Erving DEFINITELY got paid by the ABA, but!? In it he talks about how His Mom needed him to understand that taking all of that money meant he HAD A RESPONSIBILITY TO BE WORTH ALL THAT MONEY. Not because of whatever was going on WITH THEIR FAMILY, but because HIS NAME AND REPUTATION WOULD BE RIDING ON GETTING PAID THAT KIND OF MONEY.

So many talented Blackmen have come and gone playing the professional sport of American Basketball and many are overlooked when players of today are talked about where Sydney Moncrief is one of them. If he played today he'd be on the same page as the Steph Curry's, Lebrons, etc. Which brings me all the way back to how many Blackmen have risked their life AFTER sports, where they have permanent injuries. Cannot get up and down steps without help. Fingers are bent in multiple directions like Lionel Hollins;

 All from playing a sport, where Whites try to claim it is "a privilege" to play it. It is a PRIVILEGE, for Your Hands and Fingers to look like that? Really? It is a PRIVILEGE to have to have started PRACTICING FOR THIS PRIVILEGE at 10? 11? Or is that too late? A privilege, to run all those wind sprints. To train? To be PAID WHAT YOU ARE WORTH? Where the Whites make 60-to-100x's that in a wide-array of revenue generating means. It's a privilege to go through college where you cannot earn a living off of YOURSELF, but the White Colleges can rape you and Your Likeness till you are dead and gone and beyond. Where YOU MAKE MONEY FOR THEM... FOREVER.

Now? Let me bring this post around the home stretch and show you why I have said what I have said and why this has to do with Kyrie Irving and the Entirety of Our People. When I was talking to My Sworn-brother and he finally turned the game on, like I said? I got an even DEEPER APPRECIATION for Allen Iverson. Because I could VISIBLY SEE that by the end of the 3rd Quarter? Lebron? Was flat out GASSED!

He was no longer posting up and was fading away and turning the ball over, he was VISIBLY EXHAUSTED. This got even worse in the 4th-quarter, meanwhile? Throughout HIS ENTIRE CAREER, Allen Iverson played AT LEAST 40-minutes a night! Was thrown to the ground REPEATEDLY! Always got back up. Always kept coming at YOU and kept on running hard and playing hard, you could NEVER ease off. Because YOU KNEW... This brother is NOT GONNA GET TIRED. And if you ease off and FALL ASLEEP FOR A SECOND!? He will light you up. And you will lose. Simply because he is in BETTER CONDITIONING, than you. Or your team. All throughout the night as the CAVS and Golden State played, I kept saying to myself "You can't let Kyrie keep running around out there like this. The man is playing on BORROWED TIME." yet? They did.

And he kept on keeping on. He'd already been diagnosed with tendinitis in his left knee. I have arthritis in BOTH KNEES. And BOTH SHOULDERS. Not fun. And because of that I was extremely agitated by the fact that Whites and Nigger-Traitors were saying "Oh he can't make that any worse! HE'LL BE ALL RIGHT! KEEP PLAYING! HE SHOULDA PLAYED SOONER! BLAH-BLAH-BLAH, GINGER! BLAH-BLAH-BLAH-BLAH-BLAH, GINGER!" and I was like, well at least everyone is being consistent. Oh the life of the Superhuman Blackman. Said no Blackman ever. Because if we were SUPERHUMAN, then I know that White Supremacy and White Power WOULD BE OVER. Right now. No, RIGHT NOW.

So my sworn-brother and I are talking and we both pay attention to the fact that Lebron, desperately needs to stop frontin and just give the ball to Kyrie and let him finish it up or he needs to stop dominating the ball and turning it over or building homes brick by brick in the Bay Area because His Ass is EXHAUSTED. Of course, he continues with what's not working and now the Flaw in his team shows. Nobody is willing to do what GOOD FOLLOWERS DO FOR A LEADER. They tell them the Truth "Man look!? You're gassed, you gotta come up off that ball man! You're making mistakes simply because you're tired!" Jimmy Johnson gave a great speech on what happens when you are tired and here's the thing the same thing, THE SAME THING APPLIES, when you are PSYCHOLOGICALLY FATIGUED TO. Take a look, because it is something that I understood growing up and I pushed Myself and My Black Peers because it is true in BOTH the Physical-sense. And the Psychological-sense;

It was obvious that Lebron was exhausted. And the lack of an ALPHA-FOLLOWER, and yes you read that right, ALPHA. FOLLOWER. These types are usually the Right-hand Person of an Alpha. Of course the necessity of an Alpha-Follower is never highlighted, but it is necessary because they are USUALLY, 2nd-in-command. I don't even think the word or the TERM, exist. But I've always used this term and always understood it for what it is TRULY WORTH. And in Game-1 WE ALL SAW, in a sporting event, THE FACT THAT everyone was now just deferring-deferring-deferring to Lebron James, now? Somebody needed to step up and tell him "Give the ball to Kyrie for the last shot and let's win this thing and get off this court."

Bear in mind the whole time I am still thinking about the fact that Kyrie has played a MASSIVE AMOUNT OF MINUTES. And everyone WHO DOESN'T COUNT, has DISMISSED THE DANGERS OF HIS ALREADY KNOWN AILMENT WITH "Don't worry, he can't make it worse!"
-_-
Really now?
Think about that for a second. Who in their right-mind says "Oh? You're hurt, well!? KEEP GOING! YOU CAN'T MAKE IT ANY WORSE THAN IT IS!" who says that TO ANOTHER HUMAN BEING WITH A CLEAR CONSCIOUS CHOICE AND CLEAR CONSCIENCE? Think about when would anyone say such a thing to another person and you're now seeing what this post is all about. The only time you dismiss the pain of another human being is because you've lost all respect for the fact that they are a human being. The only exception to that rule is when you have no choice in the matter and it is life or death. Roman Gladiators? They had no rights, thus? They had no humanity. Fight or Die, simple as that. On the battlefields of any war, same applies and even then a medic will be summoned and an assessment made where you will be carted off pending on how severe your injury is, but?

American?
Basketball?
-_-
Uhhhhhm, what war is being fought there except for the Ratings War.
What life are you going to lose, except for probably keeping a LOT of money in your pocket.
Instead of spending it on a sporting event.
^_^
Now do you see what I am getting at? And where I have gone. Kyrie's physical well-being became a moot point. He was constantly assured that "DON'T BE A BITCH, BITCH! YOU CAN'T MAKE IT ANY WORSE THAN WHAT IT----OH MY GOD!? KYRIE'S DOWN!?'
-_-
Can't make it worse, huh?
Only when you honestly don't give a fuck about the well being of the person you are talking to.
How many of us as Black People and Blackmen in particular, voluntarily buy into OUR OWN EXPLOITATION. Then have to live with a life-time of PERMANENT DISABILITIES, and for what? From Charles Haley, who cannot bend all the way down to pick up grandkids. To Ray MacDonald who may already be suffering from CTE, a lethal brain trauma that causes everything from VIOLENT BEHAVIOR TOWARDS YOURSELF, TO VIOLENT BEHAVIOR TOWARDS OTHERS, while the condition itself DESTROYS YOUR SELF-CONTROL. And for who? For what?

Ricky Watters lives with aftereffects of punishing football career

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This news story was published on October 13, 2012.

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By Marcus Hayes, Philadelphia Daily News –

For who? For what?

Forever.

Forever, Ricky Watters will live with his infamous dismissal, his implication that his health was more important than winning a football game. It is what many fans will remember, with disgust, on Sunday when he addresses them as an honorary captain before the Eagles play the Lions.

It is ugly irony, then, that, forever, Watters will live with pain he suffers from carrying and catching footballs at Veterans Stadium, among other places; pain, from head to toe.

“I got it all,” he said.

His knees ache, of course. He tore his right medial collateral ligament and his left posterior cruciate ligament.

He has five pins in his right ankle. A metal plate envelops his right femur. He carries a pin in his right foot.

A shattered right index finger never properly healed; it has robbed him of his ability to draw and paint, which he loves.

Periodically, his neck and shoulders freeze up so badly, his cheeks hurt. An undiagnosed crack in his sternum healed improperly and he thought he was having a heart attack. When back issues snuck up on him a few years ago, Watters thought his kidneys were failing.

Only 43, Watters has arthritis in his hips, his right hand, his right wrist, his shoulders and his ankles; and, yes, even in his toes.

And that’s the good news.

Ricky Watters’ mind is broken, too.

Watters is among the legion of players involved in concussion litigation against the NFL.

He said he had dozens of concussions, from the time he starred at Bishop McDevitt in Harrisburg, then at Notre Dame, then in San Francisco, Philadelphia and, finally, Seattle, his last stop in a 10-year NFL career.

“Not that I knew what a concussion was then,” Watters said.

How many times did he play without his full mental faculties?

“Hundreds of times.”

Watters ignored the signs: headaches, fatigue, forgetfulness. His wife of 13 years, Catherina, was his fianceé when he was in Philadelphia. The Ricky she knew was disappearing: the Ricky with a photographic memory; the tireless Ricky who always followed through. She begged him to file for disability.

“How I’m going to file for disability, when I’m Superman?” Watters asked.

This is how.

Watters and his wife were bickering one day in 2004 about something she claimed to have told him. Again.

Ricky Jr. spoke up:

“Dad. She did tell you that.”

Watters filed for his disability.

Certainly, he earned it.

Watters was a retooling jewel in 1995, a restricted free agent stolen from the 49ers after three seasons to be the premier player on a rebuilt team. He knows, however, that he might best be remembered for uttering four unforgivable words after his first game in Philadelphia. He short-armed a pass in the left flat, and, when asked about it later, spat out, “For who? For what?”

That is the blackest heresy in a blue-collar town, where grown men play tackle football in empty lots.

Watters apologized the next day, then rededicated himself to excellence. He discovered the weight room, the film room, the blocking dummy. He altered his diet and began an intense training regimen.

He went to the Pro Bowl his first two seasons in Philadelphia. He helped the Eagles beat the Lions in the first round of the playoffs and helped them make it back the next season.

Watters won a Super Bowl with San Francisco after the 1994 season, scoring three touchdowns in that game. He has a ring. He gained 14,891 yards from scrimmage. He went to five Pro Bowls in his first five seasons.

All but two of the eligible running backs who rank ahead of Watters in yards from scrimmage are in the Hall of Fame.

One, Tiki Barber, made only three Pro Bowls and never won a Super Bowl.

The other, Jerome Bettis, needed three more seasons than Watters to gain 220 more yards. Bettis went to the Pro Bowl six times, but the sixth was a gift to a faded star. By the time he won a Super Bowl, he was a role player; his ring, a retirement present, since he quit after that 2005 season.

Watters scored 12 TDs in 11 postseason games. He finished with 91 career touchdowns, more than O.J. Simpson and Thurman Thomas.

Does he seek the call of the Hall?

“I think it’s a matter of time,” Watters said. “It would be a great legacy to leave behind.”

Until then, Watters will concentrate on the rest of his legacy.

He and Catherina run the Ricky Watters Family Foundation, which targets underprivileged youths, kids from broken homes, kids from foster homes; Watters himself was adopted. There is a football camp, of course, but one of the more endearing efforts comes at Christmas, when the Watterses invite dozens of kids to their Orlando home for a holiday pool party and festival, complete with face painting.

The charity work, Watters hopes, will impress upon 12-year-old Ricky Jr. and 5-year-old Shane how fortunate they are to have a former athlete as a father and an accomplished lawyer for a mother.

This weekend, Watters hopes, will impress upon his boys how a big mistake can be turned into a loving and respectful relationship.

By the time Watters left Philly for Seattle via free agency after the 1997 season, he had been the No. 1 athlete in town for 3 years. For a kid from Harrisburg, he could ask for little else.

“I enjoyed my time in Philadelphia,” Watters insisted. “I can’t wait to get back and address the fans. I wanted to finish my career in Philadelphia. It’s home to me.”

When he hits town Saturday, he will take his kids to South Street, get a cheesesteak, maybe go to his old hangout, Dave & Buster’s.

He will not sit too long.

He will not stand for too long.

He cannot. His joints won’t let him.

Watters will keep Catherina on his hip, so, when he sees somebody whose name he cannot recall — somebody he might have met an hour before or 17 years before — she can whisper the name in his ear, because he might not remember.

When the Eagles added Watters in 1995, they also signed Kevin Turner to be their fullback.

Turner, who has ALS, is one of the poster children for the concussion issue.

Turner never shied from contact.

Watters did. And, that day, he defended it:

“I’m not going to trip up there and get knocked out. For who? For what? I mean, there’s another day.”

For who.

For what.

Maybe Ricky was on to something.

Kyrie was told that he couldn't injure himself any more than he already was, which is a lie. You can always make a bad injury, worse. The same way you can make a bad situation, worse. Lebron took a horrible fade-away 3-pointer, when he should have drove to the lane and either shot it over Iguodola. Or drove and kicked. But the reality was? They'd played russian roulette with Kyrie Irvings knee and he'd made it nearly 40-minutes or more by that point. They should have given HIM THE BALL, or unfortunately, HE SHOULD HAVE DEMANDED IT BASED OFF OF LEBRON'S OBVIOUS EXHAUSTION. But he didn't. They didn't. And they went into overtime where luck, finally ran out. Do NOT. I repeat. DO NOT. Allow anyone to tell you when you are hurt or injured, you can go through it. It can't get any worse.

I don't care who that person is, but they have unwittingly told you to your face "I don't give a fuck about you or your well-being." ignore this warning, at your peril. And before I go, remember!? Kyrie Irving also had a foot injury PRIOR TO THE KNEE, where his tendinitis was created from him trying to PLAY THROUGH his right-foot injury. So now he messed up his right-foot. Then damaged his left-knee trying to compensate. Then FRACTURED his left-knee after already being injured there and then being told "You can't make it worse." -_- So much for that.

Value Yourselves My People.
Value Yourselves.
And Value Each Other.
No amount of money is worth The Rest of Your Life in perpetual pain and misery....