Black Mustard: A Commentary On Why Some Black Athletes Celebrate

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…

your race.

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.

36 Responses to “Black Mustard: A Commentary On Why Some Black Athletes Celebrate”

  1. Temple3 says:

    Wow. That’s really real.

    Two things. I love the Black Mustard concept. I have to say, though, that Black folks have more than one ethos when it comes to competition. As much as the Mustard vibe is prevalent today, it competes for space with the Cool ethos that we’ve had since jump street.

    You were right to discuss Barry Sanders and Emmitt Smith. You could add Marcus Allen and Jim Brown and Marvin Harrison and many others. The fact of the matter is that Cool has always been a part of who we are. You can see it Dikembe’s wagging of his finger. It’s a very simple, understated movement – minimal energy, maximum impact. That’s Cool. Both of these expressions are fundamental to the Black experience.

    You can see this complementary approach to expression in Public Enemy. In terms of their public face, contrast Flavor Flav with Professor Griff. One was Mustard…the other was Cool.

    The greatest part of who were are is not in merely representing one pidgeon-holed aspect of humanity. This is all the more true when our essence is refracted through the fogged up glasses of “white” folks who understand precious little about culture. After all, if this biological paradigm is actually true, does this mean that Southern Europeans (you know, the ones with dark hair, dark (relatively) skin, full lips and such) are actually merely a version of the Africoid element? Are passionate Greeks, Italians, Romanians, Spaniards and other really simply watered-down Black folk?

    Whatever your take on that, it’s worth noting that the European-American sports ethos does not value Black Mustard or Black Cool. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Americans value athletes who, for all the world, look like they are really, really really, really trying so very, very hard. Once the event is complete, they are expressionless. That’s not the African version. The African version requires that the performer be as cool during the act as when it is over. There is a tremendous difference between the two.

    What bridges Black Mustard and Black Cool is that the essence of the performer is the same before, during and after the event. If I talk shit during the game, I’m talking shit before and after the game…and I’m not showing you up — I’m calling you to a higher level of performance. If you can match it, fine – I’m still talking shit. That’s cool, too – but at a higher temperature.

    One luv, bruh. Keep workin’ it.

  2. Temple3 says:

    Does Black Mustard prohibit writers here at TSF, Dwil and others from securing jobs writing about a sport where it’s players look just like us?

    You have no rights to labor in the private enterprises of “others.” When the owners look just like you, instead of or in addition to the players, you can have all the Mustard you want. You can eat, drink it, bathe in it — whatever you like, as long as you ask tough questions and meet your deadlines.

  3. thebrotherreport says:

    Man there ain’t a hot dog big enough for Black Mustard!

  4. Great job on this story. That very interesting and extremely sad about what was written after Jack Johnson’s victory. I could hardly believe what I was reading, so I read it a second time. There is a time and place for everything, and in sports self expression is a part of the game.

  5. thebrotherreport says:

    Read Unforgivable Blackness if you haven’t already or check out the documentary. Jack Johnson was the premiere showman of his day.

  6. Allen says:

    I wrote about this as well a while back on my blog. I pointed out that they have no problem watching us suffer when we fail in sports, but when we succeed and celebrate it becomes a problem. Both emotions come from the same place. the realization that you as a person have accomplished a goal that has taken untold sacrifice. That would make anybody celebrate or cry.

  7. Big Man says:

    Yep

  8. Big Man says:

    That quote from the LA Times is so off the chain.

  9. awb says:

    Jack Johnson was one of the ballsiest motherf*ckers to walk the planet in my opinion. Flossin’ and runnin’ white girls like he was back then? A friend of mine saw “Unforgivable Blackness” and he couldn’t believe that white folks heads didn’t spontaneously explode at the things he said and did. Thats why the didn’t allow another black champ until Joe Louis who was coached to follow the script.

  10. Temple3 says:

    Are Blacks still niggers no matter what they do athletically (because athletics is the context here or is it)?

    Yes. Of course. The appellation will stick until we restore ourselves culturally, militarily, and economically. That’s as it should be. There was a time when the Romans thought the wisest people on planet earth were Africans who lived near the Equator and believed the “English” (such as they were at the time) were actually too stupid to be good slaves.

    With the help of a good solid ass-kicking by the Norman French in 1066, and the introduction of Old School science, the British got lucky and carved out a new path for themselves. Now, even though they put out stupid shit like Benny Hill and have millions of people who speak with unintelligible cockney accents, AND have libraries and museums stuffed with stolen goods from Africa and Asia, no one thinks they’re too stupid to make good slaves.

    Not even the Italians…and they should know better. Get some love of self, an advanced engineering degree, some financial discipline, a bunch of ruthlessness and call me in the morning. If you don’t wanna be a ‘nigga,’ don’t be a nigga, but the world doesn’t care about what we want. The world cares about what we can show and prove, about what we can claim and keep…nothing more, nothing less.

  11. Mizzo says:

    I guess by now you know I wrote this with you in mind brothaman.

    This isn’t just about sports, but as you know I’ve been following the DNC extensively for historical reasons and I just wanted to post something sports related.

    The cool ethos you allude to was most definitely implied but in a sense muted because Black Mustard catches all the wreck.

    People gotta hold their skin with both hands and shit before it crawls away because Black Mustard puts it down every day all day.

    Thanks for the comments.

  12. Temple3 says:

    Thanks, bruh. This is worthy of bright lights in the archive. It’s all love. The Kemp link and interview on SLAM is priceless. He’s the man. The Barkley link (10 minutes, damn!) was also really real. Lots to love here.

  13. Gyangstah says:

    Mizzo, you’ve outdone yourself once again. This article is spot on.

    I was teary-eyed, just watching the links.

  14. Mizzo says:

    Big words. Thanks for them. We have to document our history from our perspective or become graveyard dust…

  15. Arlene Forbes says:

    Black Mustard!! I love it! Thanks for the piece. Barkley rocks my hotdog bun!!!!! Just wanted to comment on Usain “Lightening” Bolt’s victory dances after his world record shattering wins in the 100 and 200 meter sprints. Stupendous!!!and IOC president Jacques Rogge ‘s comment: That’s not the way we perceive being a champion.” can kiss my black mustard ass! If you can’t take the Black Mustard, stay out of the condiment aisles!

    BLACK MUSTARD, POUR IT ON!!

    ARLENE (AWARE) FORBES

  16. thebrotherreport says:

    LOL!!!

  17. Mizzo says:

    Wow! Damn Arlene. Barkley rocks your hot dog bun? LMAO

    That cracked me up. You fit in nice on TSF. Welcome.

    Your are also welcome for the piece. Just thought it should be documented for time as others have.

  18. Arlene Forbes says:

    Thanks Mizzo. I appreciate this venue for expressing our views. My man and I are keeping an eye on the DNC happenings too. These cable news stations are totally f…cked up! Just an FYI C-Span carried the event without all those talking heads spouting off what they think stupid americans want to hear.

    So here goes the favorite flavor of the day since Big O stepped into the race, literally, race, right up to last night from the talking head trippers— ” working class americans just don’t know him that well yet.” Translation: When you turn white, drive a pick up and bring me a six pack, I’ll know you, and then I’ll vote for ya. I lived in Toronto, Ontario Canada for 4 years. That’s when I got a true sense of how fu–ked up american media is. Down right shameful. I probably wouldn’t have gotten that perspective, had I not been out of the culture for the time period that I did.

    Big O finally securing that nomination yesterday opened a huge door for the good ole usa to take a leap up in Spiritual consciousness. That’s what I loved about this “Black Mustard” piece because no matter how you slice the meat, it just isn’t as good unless you can “spice it up.”

    Keep on Scribing Brothers and Sisters!!
    Arlene (Aware) Forbes

  19. Mizzo says:

    Oh we will Arlene, we definitely will!

  20. Kwaku says:

    Hint: there is a concept called “sportsmanship” that a great number of people value. Sportsmanship is not the equivalent of emotionless existentialism. Nobody likes fingers of celebration that aren’t their own wagging in their faces, including the jive turkeys who celebrate excessively with no sense of honor or self control.

  21. Mizzo says:

    Where’s your honor? Show it to me…

  22. Maxwell says:

    I haven’t read TSF regularly, but after this post (which I found on fanhouse) I have bookmarked TSF and intend to visit regularly. Wonderful article.

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  24. Zeke says:

    Dumbest, most ignorant argument ever.

  25. Boney says:

    Perhaps you misunderstood what your reader was saying.

    Perhaps they do actually enjoy the NBA, just not the fact that the Olympics are, or have been about, the amateurs in years past.

    There is no “rage” when it comes to “jumping over” (jumping over does not mean jumping and spreading your legs to avoid the man by the way), it’s a showboating style of play. It comes into play also as Larry Johnson talks trash to clearly overmatched benchwarmers from other countries, it comes into play when Shawn Kemp grabs his dick on a dunk and then immediately begs for forgiveness in an SI column afterwards.

    See, when you intentionally misquote a “reader”, it’s disrespect. It’s what fires up the already angry mob that attends this very site. It’s that same disrespect, that allows Vince Carter to drag his dick across Fred Weis’ head or that causes Kemp to grab his sack.

    Call it whatever you want to call it, but let me tell you this. When it’s “white mustard” it’s disrespectful borderline racist but when it’s “black mustard” it’s pure african.

    There’s not a single african out there on the Olympic basketball court in any of those highlights.

    So, continue to intentionally misremember the quote about not liking the NBA or Team USA… Perhaps that emailer knew that this type of response would come, only continuing to prove that you are in fact a bottom dwelling, opportunistic scum.

    You had my respect… when all you really are worth is my sack on your tonsils, bitch.

  26. Mizzo says:

    Just don’t let my girl read this because she full well knows I don’t get down like that.

    Funny stuff Boney but I won’t stoop…

    not this time anyway especially when I know the streets are watching.

    The angry mob you speak of is no where to be found.

    You are not a Black man in America so you just can’t relate can you?

    Tell me where did I misquote you? I actually agree with some of what you say here but it is what it is.

    I’ll print some of what you wrote so there won’t be any confusion:

    My other problem with the “Dream Team” is also that while we all paint a rosey picture of how our world class basketball players play without selfishness when that is far from the truth. It’s not a mirage the images of Shawn Kemp grabbing his balls on a dunk, it’s not a mirage to watch Vince Carter “jump over” Frederic Weis and then taunt him after he dunks the ball. It’s not a figment of my imagination or anyone else’s. The “Dream Team” is a microcosm of this country and what it’s turned into. We think we’re automatically better than everyone and we rub it in their faces and look what that gets us, negative press that we deserve. Does Larry Johnson really need to taunt foreign players to make himself feel good? I saw these things with my own eyes, and I formed my own opinion. Before I read any news clippings I watched those “Dream Team” games and called bullshit on the taunting and the finger pointing the showboating of the players on the teams.I cheer for the underdog, in all sports. Again, it’s not because of the player’s skin color, it’s because it’s special to see the underdog win. History is made when the underdog wins. The “favorites” do things like taunt his opponent on a breakaway dunk or a punt return for a TD while the underdog has to put in the extra work to overcome the physical or mental differences between themselves and the favorite. It’s not un-american to not “cheer” for the US Men’s National team, and it also does not make me (and I’ll go out on a limb here) or the majority of those who don’t cheer for them bigots.

    If the players don’t want to be looked at like they’re making an And-1 mixtape on the court, then dunk the ball without all the theatrics. If the commenters who “call me out” want to tell me I called someone a monkey (which I didn’t) for hanging on the rim and grabbing his balls, then maybe Shawn Kemp shouldn’t set such a poor precedent. Image is everything, and that image is burned into the minds of those that dislike USA basketball. It’s disrespectful to show up your opponent, and that’s what the individual players (not whole teams) have done over the years. Which is why, I feel, the people that don’t like USA Basketball don’t like them.

    So if I’m a bigot because I’m not interested in watching an alleyoopfest during the Olympics, then I guess I’m a bigot. If I’m a bigot because I referenced hanging on the rim and grabbing your balls to disrespect your opponent, then I guess I’m a bigot. One thing though, I don’t enjoy the team because of the arrogant image they project, not the color of their skin. Which, the last time I checked, doesn’t make me a bigot or racist. So, “call me out” or “put me on blast” if everyone wants to but there’s honestly not a hateful bone in my body. I find fratboy blog humor somewhat amusing, so I guess that’s what is held against me. That’s fine with me, think what you want. Put me on blast, call me out, bring out all the venom… I’m no better than anyone else, and I feel I don’t act like I am.

    Couldn’t Vince Carter have been really excited that he jumped over a 7 foot tall man?

    Where was the taunt?

    You bring up a few instances and judge the entire sport based on insecurity.

    Did you root against Argentina when they were on top of the world?

    Did you root against Usain Bolt in the 200 after he one the 100?

    Did you root against Michael Phelps after he won his first gold?

    Do you feel Cullen Jones deserved to compete in the final?

    Did you root against the American women gymnastics team?

    Track and field competitors haven’t been classified as amateur since they were in college and some even before.

    Your history of professionalism in comparison to amateurism in Olympic basketball play is way off base dude. The world has been sending pros to the Olympics for years. When the world “caught” up to us, what were we supposed to do keep getting our asses kicked by men who have been playing together for years? This team played ball, won the gold and left. It was the world who punched and kicked and whined when they just couldn’t crack their psyche.

    To characterize the NBA as a showboating league is laughable. Yes there are instances of players going overboard but they should not and will not overshadow the most fluid game in sports.

    In a nutshell, Black athletes get painted with the same brush and when cats like you spout nonsensical and mad generalizing words that just echo “White Salad Dressing”, then I have to call you out.

    Our athletes are a microcosm of America’s culture. There is not a more scrutinized member of any race in sports than the Black man.

    I want some excitement in the game. I love exotic flair. Shawn Kemp did not come through in the clutch ever, but his athleticism was amazing to watch.

    He had his place in the league. He doesn’t represent all the players or even talent I personally love to watch.

    I wrote this piece because in the past you’ve commented with veiled words that should be construed as racist. I’m not the only reader who has said such Boney. You know you can’t come here or SOMM and get away with words you say at a bar, in your car or at your crib.

    That’s the difference between you and I.

    We speak truth here and we call it how we see it. I pull no punches and say the same things here as I would do anywhere.

    I guess you couldn’t handle getting called out indirectly.

    The one thing I will say I will do as a writer is to stop reacting to words which are predictable.

    You find frat boy snark amusing? How is that so when you then in turn hate an athletic reaction?

    I find it repugnant because it honestly adds nothing to sports. What is its origin or its meaning? Is snark the only way you can relate? Who gives fans the right to act like assholes when attending games? Don’t say the dollar because you don’t own an athlete just because you attend a game.

    Why is it all about the athlete in America? What about the fans? What about their (fans) individual lives? Why have fans and yellow bellied media members become the moral and technical compass of American culture when we all know some are far from it?

    So athletes over the years aren’t going to become numb to fans who hate them?

    Are you are one of those cats in the 700th level burpin’ and cussin’ at McNabb one minute and cheering for him the next?

    Look dude, this world is changing. Bitchassness from Black writers assimilating is no longer going to be tolerated and folk like you just have to deal with it.

    In the past I would have cussed you out along the lines of your post, but no longer because really what does it all mean?

    Your respect means nothing for when you come with coded conversation to satisfy your own insecurities you certainly won’t get any from me.

    Now, we can have a conversation all day long but stick to the script. In other words, be honest.

    Allen puts everything in perspective here:

    I wrote about this as well a while back on my blog. I pointed out that they have no problem watching us suffer when we fail in sports, but when we succeed and celebrate it becomes a problem. Both emotions come from the same place. the realization that you as a person have accomplished a goal that has taken untold sacrifice. That would make anybody celebrate or cry.

  27. Arlene Forbes says:

    Good googah moogah Boney! Chill out will ya. If Michael Phelps standing at poolside beating his chest like a freaking gorilla after Lezak’s finish in the 4×4 100m relay wasn’t pouring on the
    MUSTARD!!!!….. And check out Garrett Weber-Gale while you’re at it. Totally incredible to witness! You’d have to be dead not to get a boner watching the footage.

    http://www.nbcolympics.com/swimming/news/newsid=194272.html

    Here’s to BLACK MUSTARD

    Arlene (Aware) Forbes

  28. Kwaku says:

    What many of you completely fail to understand is that one of the components of ‘sportsmanship’ is to refrain from excessive celebration BEFORE the game is over. Most people enjoy the celebration when an athlete or team has already achieved victory. Michael Phelps poured on the mustard after he had already won, much unlike the showboating glory hounds in the NBA who party like it’s 1999 after a breakaway second quarter dunk.

  29. Mizzo says:

    You miss the whole point. This is not about showing someone up. If I saw my kid do that I would be all up in his chest. Who the hell are you to tell a grown man to check his emotions when you have no idea what he went through his entire life to get to that moment of joy?

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  32. Mizzo says:

    Whatever happened to Arlene? She was classic.

  33. Arlene says:

    Hi Mizzo,

    Long time, no hear! I was thinking about the Starting Five last week while I was in D.C. visiting my daughter and her future hubby.

    I took a break, but I’m back. Looks like lots been brewing in SF world. What up with A-Rod, and nem?

    oh,oh, she’s BACK!!!!!!!!!!!

    Looking forward to commenting soon. Peace out.

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  35. Stank-0 says:

    I can agree, to an extent, with Boney. I hate hearing guarantees, but a celebration is generally improvisation. Which I tend to appreciate.

    I guess as a black male, watchin black athletes is no big deal, mostly likely because I can identify with a play. I hear friends say, that was impossible.

    I tend to think, naw that was just concentration because I’ve done something similar. From one handed TD grabs to put back dunks. Chasin a baseball down and makin an over the shoulder grab. Tossin a silly dime on the break, and gettin hype before your man even touches the ball. Screamin after a big play. Tellin the QB to just throw it to me in the huddle. Talkin landfill amounts of trash. I can relate to all of that. Hoppin over someone, I was speechless.

    It’s being able to relate. I can’t watch sports when it looks like the athletes are puttin in work. Sports shouldn’t be that difficult. If it is you need to get your game up.

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