Richard Sherman’s NFC Championship game saving play and immediate reaction during his post game interview has spurned a lot of discussion. The reaction, mostly negative seem to come from two separate parties: One that is shocked that the gladiator leaving the field of gridiron battle was not calm and composed immediately after making the play of his life. The second was a selective set of white folks viewing him as a black out of control mandingo ready to devour every white woman in the Emerald City.
I thought the interview with Erin Andrews was awesome! His raw and unapologetic rant, the result of the competing for the ultimate prize in his sport against a heated rival made me feel as if I was on the field. While others found it difficult to understand, I resonated being totally invested in stiff competition with personal feelings at stake. I thought of my own Richard Sherman moments.
One that I will never forget happened years ago playing basketball with some brothers from a church I attended. We met every Saturday afternoon at a local community center. The competition was pretty good and the name of the game was to win and stay on the court. These games often were personal to me because we had rivalries among the brethren. That was the way I felt anyway…
A LITTLE BACKGROUND
Growing up I wasn’t a basketball player. Baseball was my sport. I taught myself how to play through battling against some of the toughest players the area. I thrived on effort and intuition. I did whatever it took to win and it didn’t matter if I felt I had to score all of the points or none. All I cared about was winning or competing at my highest level with no regrets. I wasn’t that guy who tried to “Be Like Mike.” For me it was about not cheating myself from within. Basketball was just a game, but competing in the right way meant that anything less than an all out effort was selling myself short. If I didn’t stand up for myself I believed I would be punking out. In those years I was still learning how to be a man. Part of my personal rights of passage was to match myself up against other men in competition. Simply put, I believed that if I can play this game and beat guys who were often times better than me skill wise or more athletically inclined, that meant I could compete in life in the career market and otherwise. It was a self test of survival.
I wasn’t a great player but I could hold my own and I often did. I gained a lot of respect among my peers. For some reason, not with some of these guys I played with from church. I would often get picked last below players whom I knew I was better than. Sometimes I wouldn’t get picked at all. That would burn me up. Once captains were chosen, I would throw my finger up asking one of the guys to pick me up. Sometimes no one did. I would have to wait and get ‘next.’ That would burn me up even more!
This one particular day I was one of the last picked up. One of the players on the other team was one of the better players. He had never picked me on his side. So once again, I created a
chip boulder on my shoulder that said, “You are going to regret that you didn’t pick me…. ALL FREAKING DAY LONG.”
As custom, we gathered to pray first and play began. As the games went on my team collected a few wins. We took on all challengers and different team combinations from game to game. There was trash talking, and more than a few arguments. Towards the end of the evening, after winning 6 straight games I was ready to shut it down. For years I had struggled with a sharp shooting pain down my right leg, which I found out later was sciatic nerve pain from a herniated disk in my back. At this point I had a hard time walking. One of the players on the other team wanted one more rematch. Marjobo and I went to school together so we went way back. He had been talking trash to me all day long though I was sticking it in his ass. He was especially irritating and was relentlessly non stop with his rants and name calling.
I have never been the trash talker many guys are. I always believed the biggest competition was with myself. I’ve gotten my ass handed to me by some great players. And I’ve done my share of winning. But I had no sorrows if I knew I gave it my all against them. My never quit no excuses attitude is how I got my respect. On the flip side, guys who talked trash to me often took me to a deeper level of intensity. My friend Richard Dix knows this all too well. We played one on one often. On most occasions the results went about 50-50. Richard was long, athletic and could jump. But, Richard’s downfall was his pride. If he were winning, he had to let me know about it. He would talk, laugh and say stupid things. From then on I would start into another gear. As I would pile on the points he would say something like, “Oh boy, I see you done got quiet. Here we go!” I would be in an assassin’s mentality. Richard called it my, “You ain’t my friend no more mode.” Either way, I don’t think he ever beat me when I was in that state of mind.
I told Marjobo my leg was bothering me. I needed to sit it out. He egged me on saying I was a scared punk who didn’t want him to beat me. After a few minutes I said to myself, “F’it… let’s go!”
The two teams went at if for about 20-25 minutes. Back and forth the score went. Game was to 12 but it was win by 2. Richard was there but he was watching. Basketball never meant that much to him. After a couple games, he was just hanging with the brothers. He was entertained by the drama. Marjobo was talking and talking. I never said a word. Dragging my leg around I did everything I could to rebound and play defense. Finally we went up 16-15 with one basket to go for game time. I received a pass on a cut to the paint, went up for the shot and as the ball went through the basket, my inner Richard Sherman came through in front of all these dudes I went to church and worshipped with every Sunday as I screamed at the top of my lungs:
GET YO MOTHERFU#@$! ASSES OFF MY GOTDAMN COURT! THIS IS MY MOTHERFU#@$! HOUSE! BUSTA ASS NI@@AS CAN’T F#@! WITH ME!!!!!!!! NOW DON’T SAY SH#! ELSE!!!! ALL YA’LL DISMISSED!!!
There was total silence in the gym, except for Richard who was on the floor rolling around laughing. He said, “I told ya’ll. Don’t say nothing to that dude. Just play and leave him alone!” I’m sure the other guys were thinking, “I knew he wasn’t saved!”
I can tell you over 10 years later that my response was totally unplanned and 100% organic. It didn’t matter. My mother, my kids, the pastor or anybody could have been there at the time. I was mentally out of my mind with a euphoric satisfaction that was probably something like being high on crack for the first time. My reaction wasn’t who I was on a day to day basis. But it was within me. I was a conquering warrior for that moment. When I went home I could barely move the pain was so horrific. I had an MRI and had the first of two back surgeries less than two weeks later. For all of the days I suffered waiting on the surgery, as I reflected back I said to myself every single time it was all worth it. I was just a guy playing some rec ball. This wasn’t my career or my life’s dream. What do you think it was like for Richard Sherman?
**Marjobo Harrell who was named after Martin Luther King, John Kennedy, and Bobby Kennedy (Mar- Jo- bo) was a St. Louis Firefighter who died tragically in a motor cycle accident. He really was an awesome guy! Much love and rest in peace brother!
From the Good News/Bad News Department
Good News – Eric Holder Jr. will accept the post of Attorney General in the Obama administration. This means we won’t be seeing any more Jena 6 episodes where local prosecutors and judges run wild with making up the law as they go in trying to take the country back to Jim Crow. Holder who has a long history of working in the big time, was appointed to an Associate Judge position by Ronald Reagan and was deputy Attorney General under Clinton. He’s also the son of immigrants from Barbados. I am confident he will bring some justice back to the justice department: where in previous years the Ashcroft and Gonzales terms fired many great lawyers to satisfy Bush’s personal agenda of government by dictatorship.
Bad News – With the approval of Barack Obama the Democratic Caucus allowed Joe Lieberman to retain his post chairing the Senate Homeland Security Committee. I can imagine there are reasons Obama allowed this snake to come back. It could be cause he wants to show the example of new starts and letting bygones be bygones. Certainly he has been the most graceful president elect ever especially with his political rivals. It also may have to do with the fact that Lieberman is Jewish. Regardless there is no way this guy doesn’t flip again at some point. He is a disgrace!
What in the hell is up with these pirates over in Somalia? When did pirating come back in style? I guess it’s not like the peg-legged cats I’m used to seeing on TV back in the day. Nor are they like the Johnny Depp character in the film. These dudes are now taking over oil tankers and shit. WTF? Where is the funding coming from? Is the booty that phat or is this a new game for drug lords? I don’t know, but somebody needs to put a stop to this shit!
Memo to horrible ass parents who are too gutless to take care of their kids – If you can afford to fly or drive your kids across the country to Nebraska to drop them off at a hospital, you can afford to take care of them. I didn’t know this many people were that selfish and stupid as to drop 5 year old kids and teenagers off to get over on a law in Nebraska that was created to give new mothers who are scared of motherhood a safe haven to leave kids without prosecution. In Nebraska’s haste to have a law similar to the rest of the country, the dummy’s forgot to put an age limit on the kids that could be left on hospital doorsteps. So instead of it serving the purpose of it’s intent, which is to basically prevent teen mothers from leaving their newborns in dumpsters, people from around the nation are making a fast trek to the Nebraska border to ditch their “chillin‘. (That’s “children” for those of you who don’t have any of those Southern roots.) Anyway – that’s whack! And ya’ll should be ashamed of yourselves! In the words of Mike Tyson, “You’re scared cowards!”
This week’s hypocrite award goes to our hometown baseball hero, Sir Albert Pujols. You see Albert won Major League Baseball’s MVP award this year. (His second one.) And don’t get me wrong, he is one of the very best baseball has to offer. Dude can flat out play. But in 2006 when Philadelphia Phillie Ryan Howard won the award, because his team didn’t make the playoffs, Albert threw some haterade on Ryan’s party. Said Sir Albert at the time when asked about Ryan winning the award, “I see it this way: Someone who doesn’t take his team to the playoffs doesn’t deserve to win the MVP.” (The Cardinals went to the playoffs and won the World Series that year.)
Well this time Howard’s Phillies finished in first place and won the World Series. Howard also finished second in the MVP voting behind Pujols. The Cardinals did not make the playoffs. It’s the exact same situation in reverse. But somehow Albert feels he deserves to win the award. Although he admits now that Ryan Howard deserved the award in 2006, he doesn’t admit that he was wrong for the statement. It’s almost as if he is saying, “Well since I won it this time it’s all good.” Make up your mind Albert! Is it about the playoffs or “all the numbers” as you say now?