WALK THIS WAY

I am not sure how many people reading this are true sports fans, so I took it upon myself to offer this First Take.  It's important to note that when the basketball mecca of the world has a hoop's team that flows deep into the post season, New York City will feel like riding down the Broadway's bonanza of boutiques , catching all the green lights, in a yellow cab, holding a black American Express, weaving your brown hands through two weaves on each side of you, while both beauties believe that you are "other" Ray Lewis. 

As for the game itself, the New York Knicks blew a 4th quarter lead to the mostly light-skinned Indiana Pacers that was wider than a Kardashian gap during an HBCU homecoming.  You may be asking who the f@$ cares..., which is a fair question. Butt, then you also have to ask yourself, have seen Khole lately?  She is more open than a 2am HOV lane in Elmhurst.   

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I believe that one day a Kardashian is going to whip my ass, which would be a 180 for them. 

Let's be clear, sports are no different than religion. It means everything to their supporters & nothing at all to their detractors.  In fact, the only people that profit from either are the puppeteers dangling the invisible strings.  Dr. Jah King (who clearly didn't have many fans in Memphis) once said "The most divided time in AmeriKKKa is during the hour of worship".   I really miss him.  At any giving time, the people in the front row at the Garden of Eve own a net worth that is more than the combined wealth of 99% of the rest of the country.  Ready for more sad irony, having the Knicks in the NBA playoffs actually benefits the US economy.  Forget the fact that you have 19,500 -- MSG's seating capacity -- screaming lunatics hoping the mostly black teams continue to tap dance in front of a mostly white audience. 

The truth of the alternative is..., if those Kiggerbockers stop fetching they may start to think.... "Hey since we are the only reason this arena is full of stars and this system is so profitable, we should all come together and buy a team in the league we pretty much built.  What if they start to think our families don't benefit from the sweat pouring out our veins on these floors. Instead, our families are more likely to land a job cleaning them.  Perhaps one of those Kardashian balla's wives can use their legs to kick THAT door open. Perhaps.    

Now we know none of the white owners want black people to start thinking... that black people can be on Wall Street despite the fact that black people built their own Wall Street and the replica is less than 6 miles from where the caged birds are currently singing (and dancing).  

Money, It Must Be the Shoes...

Honestly fam, I grew up in the Bronx rooting for the Knicks and my favorite player was Bernard King who as like Chuck D and Neno Brown to me.  Bernard's lightening quick jumper used to have opponents shook like a Saint Bernard in an elevator of people holding White Castle Bags.  However, when the game ended, King rolled through the city like a Rakim single parted the streets.   King wore number #30, so when I started to play ball, I wore the number 15 because I wanted to be half the player he was.  And you thought my wit started when I measured Barack's ears?

When I look back, I often think about what if I would have stopped trying to be Bernard King and focused on who was paying him?  Perhaps my Visa card wouldn't say Knicker Please when I swiped it. 

Epilogue

The moral of the story isn't all that tricky.  As long as all we keep doing is singing and dancing, the person holding the leash will keep feeding the starving, hunger, insatiable desires from the frenzy of fans. Then, in the morning when all 99% of those fans (that have no real tangible or vested interest) are back at work, crying about the game's outcome, the oligarch owners (win, lose or draw) will wake up the same morning, but they will go for a 6-mile walk and not just to buy a longer leash. 

1 love, 

Ray Lewis