Do you know what he was thinking? Naaah
Black Mustard: the celebration after a play in your face…after the trash you talked…after the media support you hawked, for it made the swagger we walk.
Spread Black Mustard if you must, but you better back it up.
I received an email from a reader last week. The email stated the reader couldn’t cheer for the NBA because of how its players “show up the competition” by actions after noted plays where athleticism is at its very best. He also stated that he couldn’t cheer for USA Basketball strictly because of plays like the following:
I guess Vince was supposed to just run up the court like nothing happened–his face and body a smooth yet volatile mixture of African rage and so called African American athletic existentialism.
That dunk was straight African…
for it was possibly the best athletic play of all time. He just missed punching Black Pharaoh out of Earth, but KG, in avoiding Vince’s fist pump, knew what it was and was just as excited as any real fan should be.
The reader said he would rather cheer for the underdog because therein lies where the true stories are told.
Huh? What? You would rather cheer for Belarus instead of the home team during the Olympics?
I guess this is the reason why the stories about USA Basketball winning the gold were minimal, but if they’d lost? You would still hear it and more negativity would ensue all the way up to 2012 London.
Why is that? Why do some segments of society build up winners then tear them down?
Regarding Vince’s dunk, did the actual play or the celebration scare you? Was it something you can never envision yourself doing so your mind nullifies its actual existence?
What is it? Why was it so bad? Why can’t you accept such an amazing play for what it was? How was it showing up the competition?
These questions need to be answered before the hate oozes slow but succinct with the clarity and physical characteristics of molasses stuck in a Minnesota Nice winter.
Why does the NBA get so much flack even though it’s the most fluid and Hip Hop jazzy sport available?
He also took issue with Shawn Kemp because he grabbed his nuts after a dunk.
Kemp arguably was one of the best athletes of all time. Why can’t he get some after you jumped illogical?
What about Kobe Bryant who was the victim of a reverse peeknuckle grab…
Could this dunk be the result of a two time NBA MVP robbery?
This is just not a basketball thing.
How about this cat?
Reggie stirred the drink and people couldn’t handle that a Black man scatter zoomed himself into the pantheon of Bronx lore. Lore that up to that time was reserved for Gehrig, Mantle, DiMaggio and Ruth.
Reggie did it different. He was Black Mustard at its finest. He would tell the media to kiss his ass whenever he got the chance. He fought teammates and coaches…but won titles with his bat. Pitchers were scared of Reggie because he did it in the clutch. He put up or shut up and was disparate of ARod. When the lights were the hottest, that’s when Reggie’s bat would gold sparkle and his strikeouts were even legendary.
It’s no coincidence he and Barry are related.
I remember as a kid watching him face the Mad Hungarian, Al Hrabosky with the game on the line–two consecutive days–with two outs in the ALCS. One night he hit a homer to win it, the next night he struck out and both plate appearances were just as dramatic. I loved Reggie’s flair and he most likely saved the Yankees as a franchise. Would that have been the case if his personality were not as such?
His bat flip was Black Mustard personified. Dig when he went roof colossal in Tiger Stadium during the 1972 All Star Game. After the smash, he flipped the bat as if it was New York trash before he admired his peace.
It wasn’t a normal home run, so why should he act like it? That adds to the game, it doesn’t take from it. The entire moment generated images we still reference today.
Now on to Muhammad Ali…
He fired himself and a whole nation up and was hated until his career was winding down. He was slammed in the media with no grease. My Pop used to wake me up after his fights and it had a lot to do with how he was revered in the Black community but hated at large. What a pity. It’s akin to the emptiness echoed after a Mike Breen call.
His brashness and bravado spawned many a public speaker, athlete and real rap rapper.
He was the same man in the ring during his struggle with duality.
He is Black Mustard in its truest form.
He would embarrass you in the ring if you spoke to him sideways or forgot his name. That was his game and his light is an eternal meteoric flame. When you have a Me Against the Wold mentality, Black Mustard is a must for it can be respiration.
I will always be indebted to my Pop for those Muhammad Ali moments. We would watch his fights on Wide World of Sports no matter what was going on and that early connection to sports made playing sports fun. Ali is the reason why I freaked when I first heard My Uzi Weighs a Ton…
for musically, the Black mustard of Hip Hop was Public Enemy.
They threw America’s real fake facts in their face and stomped on them.
There would be no TSF without the raced based commitment of Public Enemy . Public Enemy created a new generation of revolutionaries who are just coming into their own today. As a writer, I hope to do the same for those who follow and this is why TSF will not apologize for any statement we make…because if you order a hot dog, ya better get ready to spread it with Black Mustard.
Thanks Chuck for all you’ve done for me personally and professionally. I’m sure I speak for a lot more folk than you would think bruh.
Why do some have it and some don’t you may ask?
In my opinion it’s cultural. Like it or not, Blacks en masse haven’t had the financial opportunities of Whites. Call certain athletes spoiled millionaires if you will, but what about the difficult road that got them there? Sports wasn’t a hobby or something Blacks did for recreation, it was a way out of the hood. What about their competitors and administrators who talk trash to them? What about the media backlash that crushes the legacies of these talents that garter snakes throughout their careers and becomes an anaconda when they are up for Hall of Fame election?
What about an undeniable passion and love for the games they play?
Seriously, you would rather Terrell Owens, Randy Moss or Chad Johnson simply hand the ball to the ref after a score?
Have you played sports competitively where drama is attached and the outcome means something?
It’s not just a game with all the money involved. “Act like you’ve been there before” is overused and out of context.
You want to talk Barry Sanders or Emmit Smith…
yes these legendary football icons scored and gave the ball to the ref, but guess who is their evolution?
Yes, LT’s finger roll is a celebration. He racks up touchdowns (129) and barring injury could threaten the all time record.
Could his celebration be his motivation?
Why do sports leagues cut down on celebrations? Who is really offended? Celebrations advance the game because they make everyone step up so they don’t have to see it again. They create the big hits we all love to see.
What is the difference between Michael Phelps celebrating and Usain Bolt doing the same? Why did Bolt catch it? His competitors weren’t offended and have stated such. Bolt shocked the scene and we haven’t seen nothing yet.
Black Mustard is not for everyone because you better walk the walk or they will damn sure talk the negative talk.
Yo, still in all we livin, justdream about the get back. Just like Hov spit, when you get ran over, get up, dust yourself off and get it back.
Is this about not being capable of athletic retribution?
Why can’t it just be labeled swagger…
this team changed the way we view basketball. Would we if not for Black Mustard?
There are a lot of questions above. I want to engage you the reader in a discussion about why Black Mustard is such a problem, for I think it speeds up time.
Where does the origin of so called overboard athletic celebration exist? Was it timelessly identifiable with the primitive, yet cautiously soul futuristic exploits of Ali or Jack Johnson? I’d say it definitely was a decided combination of both because of what they did and where we stand now. The “Unforgivable Blackness” (Dubois) both exuded from the womb, gave a Nation of Millions–who were held Black–the courage to speak at two different intervals of time during what should have been muted Black cultural existence. When Johnson blasted on the scene here’s what they thought about him:
“A word to the Black man: do not point your nose too high, do not swell your chest too much, do not boast too loudly; do not be puffed up. Let not your ambition be inordinate or take a wrong direction. Remember, you have done nothing at all; you are just the same member of society you were last week. You are on no higher a plane, deserve no new consideration and will get none. No man will think a bit higher of you because your complexion is the same as that of the victor at Reno.”
(Los Angeles Times editorial a day after Johnson’s win against James Jeffries in Nevada.)
In other words, no matter what you accomplish, you are still a nigger…
But if you be nice while smiling with greasy fried chicken lips and let our children laugh and smack at you then you will at least be tolerated–if but for a moment until you do something that brings us back to what made us hate you in the first place…
Are Blacks still niggers no matter what they do athletically (because athletics is the context here or is it)?
Does Black Mustard prohibit writers here at TSF, Dwil and others from securing jobs writing about a sport where most of its players look just like us but an overwhelming majority of the basketball media does not?
When you think about it, that’s the craziest huh?
Are there crazy amounts of Black writers reporting on Golf or Tennis or the NHL?
Man hell no!
Are you afraid that if Black scribes were able to write with comfort we would help advance the sport even more because (for the most part but there are many many exceptions) athletes wouldn’t have to deal with the primitive meandering non-juxtapositions of a bs indignant and so way off base media?
Think about that one real hard and your thoughts will evolve…please don’t get Elmer Fudd I wanna Easter Egg mad.
Black Mustard is in us. Some don’t show it but let a cup fly out of the stands and you damn well are gonna know it.
It’s like hot sauce on fried fish, off glass with a kiss…don’t jump and miss because you will get dissed (not safe for work language so turn the sound down).
Black Mustard transcends sports. It speaks of the come up, the get back and societal hidden mass death that was Black.
During the early times here, we had no outlet.
Blacks had to fight just to get a modicum of respect. Sports rightfully, or not so rightfully so became that outlet from the rigors of life.
But we still didn’t get any respect.
Ask yourself this question: If it weren’t for the unapologetic smack you in the face exploits of Johnson, would sports have progressed?
No. He advanced Fear of a Black Planet. He advanced how Blacks are viewed in society. He made people rush to thoughts they weren’t comfortable with–Whites and Blacks alike. He advanced the switch that has always been prominent since the slave trade…it was the switch that hate made.
It’s so what bossy, athletic sense flossy for all to see and its unapologetic soul is what created Larry Bird and yes, Diana Taurasi.