A Jester in His Own Court

Last night was supposed to be Lebron James' defining moment. The moment that solidified his place among the game's elite. Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Semifinals would help keep the Kobe vs. Lebron debate up for another summer.

That answer is a definite no brainer now.

More importantly though is the legacy Bron will leave in Cleveland (if he leaves). From now until he wins a ring, Lebron will be remembered as the guy who dances, salutes to the crowd and comes up with funny pregame routines when he's winning

His naysayers will remember him as the guy who faded away when the city needed him most. 

Lebron shouldn't take all the heat for losing that game but he will. He Did have a triple double but also logged nine turnovers (one shy of an idiot's quadruple double). While Antawn Jamison shot 2-8 and Delonte West had one of the worst performances by a role player in the history of the NBA.

But this is about the "King." In a game where Mo Williams kept the Cavs competitive in the first half with 20 points, Lebron should've been able to carry the Cav's the rest of the way. At least to a gmae 7. 

As good as Rondo and the Celtics are playing, they deserved to win the series.  But for Lebron to get sent fishing without a fight, makes him a jester in his own court.

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The Long Shot Final

The NFL draft has come and gone and Scott Long wraps up his draft diary with this final entry.  Long went home to North Carolina to watch the draft with his friends and family and also feast on some good ol Carolina barbecue. 

There were 255 players selected over the course of seven rounds and three days.  That's 255 life-long dreams accomplished and televised in a span of 72 hours and Scott expected to be one of them.  But when draft coverage ended on day three, his name had gone uncalled.
But anyone who has met Scott knows his priorities are Faith, Family and it just doesn't really matter much after that.  Mainly because he literally had only minutes to think about it. Almost immediately after the draft the Carolina kid had signed a deal with San Francisco 49er's.
He'll be sleeping just fine.

The Draft
By Scott Long as told to Travis Williams

The draft was kind of a surreal experience.  It was nerve-racking but at the same time it was a great experience.  Just anticipating your name being called, even though mine wasn't, just to be in the situation to expect it was a blessing.
My phone started ringing around the sixth round.  Teams were calling and saying, "We didn't expect you to be here this late. We'll see what happens."

Funny story, one team called me in the sixth round that my agent had told me to keep circled. He said they really liked me and we're thinking about picking me in the sixth round. This team is on the clock and my phone rings, I'm thinking, "This is it!'   I answered and the guy on the other end said in an excited voice, "Hey Eric!"
I say, "No this is Scott Long."
I'm thinking that maybe he just has the wrong name, but he asks me to confirm my phone number and I told him it was the wrong number.  He's like, "Oh I apologize, sorry about that."
Then I see the picture come across the screen and it's a guy named Eric, and his last name was similar to mine. 

Post Draft
Immediately after the draft, there were a bunch of teams that called my phone.  I eventually had to forward all my calls to my agent.  The offers I seriously considered came down to the Denver Broncos, New York Jets, New Orleans Saints and of course the San Francisco 49er's. I went with my gut feeling and chose San Francisco because they were the first to contact me and contacted me the most often.  They were really upfront and explained why things shook out the way they did as far as why they didn't pull the trigger on me in the draft. They felt like i was a good football player, I could fit in there and their depth chart matched up favorably for me.

I had never been out there (San Francisco), I'm hoping I can adjust well.  I know its alot different than what I'm accustomed to.  We'll just have to see if a little small town boy can make it in the real world.



In Closing

I wanted to use this closing to thank everyone who followed and supported this blog over the past couple of months. A special thanks to Will Thompson and Victor Anderson for helping spread the word. This has been an awesome experience and I'm grateful that Travis approached me about this opportunity. God has been so good to me, by opening a door for me to realize my dream. I encourage all of you to put your trust in him as you look to achieve the things your hearts desire.

Not just because of what you'll gain, but because of the relationship you will build with him. Which will ultimately allow you to gain something that will last forever. Peace and Love have a blessed week.

Yours truly , 84

The Infield

Thanks to some low grade media credentials, I made it to the 136th Kentucky Derby Saturday with my co-worker and socially conscious colleague Rob Bizzy.
It was the first time for us both being at Churchill Downs on Derby Day.

We did what all respectable journalist attending the Derby do. Which is stalk celebrities, get turned down at the entrance to private parties and then walk the infield as we were above it.
But while we were there, my man Bizzy posed an interesting question.

"Why don't more black people attend the Derby?"

I could only answer for myself as to why I had never been (too busy worrying about other parties) until now. I couldn't come up with a clear, meaningful answer. I felt like Sammy Sosa on Capitol Hill.

Let me explain the infield to those who've never been. There's every class of person there, poor, mid class, rich and stinking rich.

There's food, drinks, fights, nudity and stupidity. I saw some woman letting random guys "motorboat" her. There were people running across the tops of port a potties while others slung anything they could find at them.

There's no dress code, you can either be GQ or come in a garbage bag. It doesn't matter.

So maybe you can help Bizzy with his question. Why don't more blacks go to the Derby?