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Random Happenings With Me and Your Mama

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To say that the last seven or so months of my life have been somewhat interesting would be an understatement. Within that time I’ve lost both parents, gotten engaged, and toppled two third world governments. Yeah, I’ve been a little occupied with things and my thoughts are as random as ever. Continue reading

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Daddy Issues and the Hour-Long Drama

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Thursday night when it became apparent that my NCAA brackets were going to end up looking like Mitch “Blood” Green’s face after his infamous street fight with Mike Tyson, I whipped out my Kindle and watched this week’s episode of TNT’s Southland. [i] After I finished watching I was reminded of an article the Kareem Abdul-Jabbar (Yes, that Kareem Abdul-Jabbar) wrote for the most recent issue of Esquire entitled “What Primetime TV Tells Us About Being a Man” which deals with the rights and wrongs of how men are depicted on television.

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America’s False Sports Narratives

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For the first time years I actively paid attention to the NBA’s playoffs. (Even if they took what seems like three months to end.) To me the NBA has been serving the public the same ham and cheese sandwich with a cup of grape drink for years and we’ve been devouring it with a smile. This year’s playoffs were just compelling to me so I kept track of what was what and who was who.

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Sh*t Talkers — What Kind Are You?

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The other day on Twitter I had a conversation with Dr. Gemmie PhD about talking sh*t to folks about sports from a fan’s perspective. We tweeted about her premise, which was based on speaking feces because not only your squad totally destroyed theirs but because you dislike the utter essence of their team in every way possible. I’m not much of a verbal sh*t talker but I agreed with her about banging on teams that I flat-out just dislike and never pull for. (EVER!)

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The Talk I Hope That I Never Want To Have

As a black man that one day wishes to have a son to carry on the surname Young, there is a talk that I must have with my son(s) that the mere thought of I dread.[i] The awkward conversation that I speak of is not the one about sex. It is not the one about why you shouldn’t listen to Drake. It is the conversation about how to deal with law enforcement that fills me with unreasonable amounts of dread. The dread stems from the fact that unlike the talks about sex and the evils of listening to Aubrey the law enforcement talks shouldn’t be necessary.[ii] Continue reading

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My Hopes and Concerns About The Film Red Tails

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There are more than a few badly kept secrets about me. The first is that I’m awfully fond of pork-skins and Anheuser Busch products. (In tandem or separate.) Another is couple of secrets is that I like watching explosions and fighting hobos on Wednesday nights. (Never in tandem.) Finally, one of the biggest, badly kept secrets about me is that I’m a massive history/WWII nerd. Continue reading

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The Things I Want

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I took a trip to Lowes on Christmas Eve to look for a battery to my dad’s drill (Which the Capitalist bastards didn’t have.) and a sharpening stone for my brother (Which the capitalist bastards did have.). My jaunt to the ye old fashioned big-box do it yourself, spend your entire roll or scrilla, store actually got me thinking about my future and the things I want. Not just in the sense of tools, well partially, but more so in the sense of having actual things that are mine (or ours) and work hard for just like responsible adults. Continue reading

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