Somthing to Chew On!

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  Earlier this week I posted a question on my facebook page after listening to another golfer mention in jest the term “Fried Chicken” when talking about Tiger Woods.  The question I posed was this why is it  when some golfers want to attack Tiger there is always a reference of Fried Chicken as to offend his African American ancestry when Tiger himself does not claim to be just African American. Why not make stereotypical jokes about his Asian, Native American or Dutch heritage?  A few of the responses were “some choose to hate when they can’t relate” “they can’t beat him on the golf course so they use hurtful words to beat him” and “the world is letting him(Tiger) know who he is even if he doesn’t want to acknowledge and fully embrace his African roots.

I guess what troubles me about this latest incident with Sergio Garcia is that he too is a minority. What does it say about the lack of respect and compassion we are now experiencing when a member of one oppressed group demeans  someone from another with futile stereotypical humor in an arena where both are considered outsiders.   To Tiger’s credit he remained above the pettiness , yet the lasting impact of this exchange which was played up on social and mainstream media still continues.   Of course there are those who back Garcia such as Golfer and Ryder Cup Captain Paul McGinley People make mistakes and say things all the time that they regret and didn’t mean. Sergio was very remorseful about it and we move on”   Move on hmm, its always suggested that African Americans move on after being on the receiving end of either verbal, systematic, or physical abuse my question to those who suggest this course of action,  if we keep moving on then who will be left to deal with the issue?  I wonder if McGinley would be as quick to move on if Garcia told the joke about the red head drunken Irishman,the priest  and …    Myself along with many of you enjoy listening to our favorite comedians spout offensive racist remarks and pay good money to hear their diatribes within that context, however when these type of incidents continue to rear their ugly head is it really as simple as forgive and forget, How can me move on when we keep getting dragged back into the fray?

My hope is that Sergio learned a valuable and humbling lesson of sensitivity from this mishap and is truly remorseful and not apologizing out of fear of losing sponsors (surprisingly there was no real backlash)  and comes to realize that he  is not immune to such hurt just because he can drive a little white ball on a beautiful green golf course into a black hole.  If not I suggest Sergio do a little research of his beloved Spain’s  sordid history with slavery to realize why his joke didn’t leave of us rolling in the aisles.

Black, White & Brown “That’s how it goes down”

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As I casually strolled across the dingy Boston playing field on a brisk Sunday afternoon the winds began to whip through my jacket and the words watch your step scrolled across my mind as I carefully navigated through the debris that is a part of many urban ball fields , broken glass, geese droppings, etc. Wait a minute is that human feces?  I finally made it to the sideline set up my portable sports chair and got ready to watch an M2Sports flag football game between the Giants and the Eagles. The only reason I was at this game was to watch my son Tony aka “Tadow” along with the rest of his Giant teammates “H8me, Sho Nuff, Killa, Toby, Javafi,Jeebies, El Negro, Phil, Cbert and P.T compete.  

Before the game started the first thing I noticed was how diverse the teams were, there were men of all racial, social, religious and economic backgrounds playing side by side or as opposition.  The formation of the league was the brainchild of Mario Lopez a Latino brother who had the vision to create a format where men can be men have fun, stay in shape and release the stress of daily living at least once a week and have the freedom to unleash their alter ego’s with names like K-Dogg, Speedy, Mr. Puerto Rico etc. It was great to see such a diverse collection of men gathered together.

The game finally began and immediately there was a lot of trash talking, this was my first time attending the games, so the language assault I experienced caught me off guard, I was sure someone was going to take the comments out of context and blows would be thrown, this was definitely not a PG-13 event and don’t get it twisted just because it’s a flag football league, this sports is not for little boys, hits on the sideline are legal and people can and do get cracked, much to the delight of the crowd on run backs or blocking at the line.  Both teams spent a fair amount of time and energy trading verbal air assaults from ethnic put downs to the questioning of “Manhood” for everyone to hear and laugh at on the sidelines.  The contest was intense and went back and forth the Giants scored first then the Eagles and this pattern lasted over two hours, until “Tadow” scored the game winning touchdown. What happened at the conclusion of the game is what really impressed me, I just knew that after all the jarring that took place the end of the game would be the opportunity for someone to over react to something that was said and blow it out of proportion, as I watched the teams walk toward each other at midfield,  the teams simply shook hands, embraced, laughed, shared water and a genuine respect for their brothers after all it was just a game they left their differences on the football field.

At that very moment I pondered the following, why can’t these same men who represent something larger than themselves come together for a common cause away from the playing field and take that same passion and energy back to the community to help tear down the walls that separate us and make a difference?  What is it that keeps our neighborhoods segregated once they exit the playing surface? After the games are over, the blacks will go their way and hang out with the blacks, the Latino’s will hang with the Latino’s and so on for the white males. It’s been said that sports serves as a microcosm of the larger society in many ways, but it’s ironic that the same people who can spend hours together as teammates or engaged in healthy competition go their separate ways and live in different worlds once the games end. Imagine how powerful it would be to see these same men standing side by side leading voter registration drives, mentoring programs, policing the block to make the hood safe, visiting classrooms, and juvenile detention centers. They would be excellent role models in demonstrating to our youth that beneath the obvious differences of color and race we can get along. On the playing fields diversity is what helps a team come together, the successful teams adopt the philosophy of inclusion and appreciation of variety and they figure out how to make those differences work together for a common goal, “winning”.  Yet that same approach is rarely seen in other area’s politics, education, religion and employment to name a few.   

Perhaps one day we will find a way to make society a microcosm of sports, rather than the other way around.