Cleveland's Super-MAN

I was Born and Raised in the City dubbed 'C-Town', I affectionately call it 'C-Land' but that's just me, I'm different...okaaaaaay...What geographical U.S. location am I referring to? Cleveland *motherfreakin* Ohio!

I love my town despite its many detractors and I wouldn't change my area upbringing for any town in North-South or Central America....You got it? Good!

Cleveland has numerous positive and ground-breaking moments throughout its long history...i.e.: the 19th Century (John D. Rockefeller founded Standard Oil in C-Town), 20th century (the creators of the comic book hero Superman were born in C-Land) and into this Millennium (the Cleveland Orchestra is widely regarded as one of the best in the World). But my beloved city is best known for a lot of negative occurrences, these not so positive moments are littered all over Cleveland's resume and whenever my city comes up in water-cooler conversations, these are a few low-lights that might be overheard: [in the 1970s the Cleveland River caught on fire-stemming from mass pollution; in the 80s Cleveland public officials decided to give the city a nickname 'The BIG PLUM' a slight take from New York's 'Big Apple'--needless to say that campaign spoiled after 9 months-no one likes or eats Plums so why would you nickname a city after it; in the 90s the official Rock n Roll Museum opened but if you asked a number of random people across this nation where the museum is located the last city they mention would be Cleveland); in the 2000s Lebron James went on National TV to announce he was leaving the team and city that raised and drafted him to go down to Miami and showcase his professional basketball talents on South Beach]

But just when I thought Cleveland was no longer a 'Kcool' blue collar town a Black man with a menacing hair-do, bad posture and breath, and teeth that hasn't seen a dentist's chair in 2 decades--comes along and rescues 3 girls from the basement of a house owned by a lunatic man who had these women kidnapped and trapped for over a decade. Thank You CHARLES RAMSEY, your courage is admirable and your personality has gone Viral, literally!

The Charles Ramsey Song

the New Team in 2013

2013 is off to a Flying start, or shall i say Hurting start.... We're only a week or so into the new year and there's already Krazy Shiznit happening. A woman in Southern California got so fed up with her cheating husband that she drugged him (via his spaghetti and meatballs dinner) and when he passed out comfortably in the master bedroom, the wife preceded to cut off his Penis, completely, making his wake-up alarm very uncomfortable!!!

Just a warning to all the women that may be reading this, if you cut off my Johnson ,there will be retaliation. I will cut off your Breast...both Breasts! While your at work, on your lunch break-standing in line at Starbucks. You won't see it coming, I'll sneak up from behind as you're ordering that Vanilla Spice Latte; pull up your shirt--pull down your bra--BRIEFLY CARESS/SUCK BOTH NIPPLES--and then *Snip Snip*...it's an Eye for an Eye ladies, or shall I say, Tit for a Tat....

....Happy New Year

N.F.L....National Flag Football Loser

I was recently invited to participate in a 'pick up' flag football and I immediately refused but after some careful but poignant prodding by my homies, I was persuaded to join a early Saturday morning game at the local park

Playing both defensive back and wide receiver through out the entire 2 hour game was rough, considering I hadn't played any sort of football related game in 10 or more years, but after starting off slow, physically, i rounded into shape at the 34 minute mark and preceded to lead my team to a narrow hard fought victory

I left the field thinking, " i can do this every wknd...I forgot how much fun flag football can be, its challenging but not to hard on the body cause you're not really tackling any body", the homies and i went to the local bar across the street and had a few adult beverages and bragged about how good of a team we could be if we played every week and at the end of the night we made a vow that we would join an organized flag football league come Fall season and really show the world how good we were. The rest of the night and even in my dreams I couldn't help but think how much of a grand time I was going to have with my new found hobby

The next morning I woke up ready to prepare oneself for work but something happen, my brain awoke on time but when it gave the rise and shine signal to my bodily limbs nothing happen. Well I won't say nothing happen cause that would mean I was paralyzed, I did move my limbs but it was at such a slow pace that a turtle could of out ran me. The previous days flag football game took a toll on me hardcore, those 2 precious hours of running up and down that park field made such an impression on my body that it took me 30 minutes to get out of the bed. It took another 30 minutes to get to the bathroom, 5 minutes to align myself in front of the toilet and 1 shameful-embarassing-gut wrenching request of my roommate; he had to help pull my shorts down to my ankles (i felt like a 1st grader) so i could relinquish that urgent-sometime annoying AM urination

It took me a grand total of 5 days to fully recover from that harmless game of flag football and judging from the non-phone calls i didn't receive from my homies, its safe to say they were going thru the same thing. The discussions and plans to re-invent ourselves into amateur flag football players came to a screeching halt. I'm sure the flag leagues don't tolerate crying from their players and believe me that's all i did the first 3 days I was recovering...yeah its time for me to switch to a sporting hobby that's more subtle and humble, like Pool-Chess-Badminton or maybe Bingo, I'm sure if I get good enuff at the bingo genre i can then take out an unsuspecting senior citizen. Hold up, let me think about that before I totally commit, some of these elderly folk have been known to a knock a mother@*#ker out over a B-2 or 0-68....