Leap day!

So, we meet again. I have a couple things on my mind. More than a couple. My mind is running and I can’t keep up. Ok, it’s not that serious. But, I do have some things to talk about. Let’s just get the ball rolling.

Daytona 500 – What a fucking disaster. I’m not gonna rant too much about the Great American Race, but that race should’ve never happened. I know they want to make their money, but it had doom written all over it. Under the lights? Let’s not market it as some prime time night race. It was under the lights because rather than worry about safety, they were worried about money. Then you have idiots like Elliot Sadler who decides to try and race like a mad man one lap in and take out a few cars. Then you have the novelty act in Danica Patrick. Then the explosion. Really? So, I’m no fucking genius, but if they jet dryers (the JET as in JET FUEL and DRYERS as in DRYING the WET track) are out on the track, why are they racing? Obviously, it was because they wanted to hurry up and finish so they can land somewhere between saving face and making money. I mean, what if that explosion was in front of the stands? Someone could have died. I mean at the bare minimum, fans would’ve rushed out of the stands and people would’ve been hurt by the stampede. Bad move NASCAR, bad move…

Clipper Darrell. What is there to say about this guy? For a long time, he was the delusional, crazy and over the top loud super fan in the half blue, half red suit. If you’ve ever been to a Clipper game, then you know who he is. Everyone always wondered about his fanship. Why the Clippers? Truth is every team has one. And the Clippers, well, they had him. That was until a day ago. Clipper Darrell posted on his page that the team asked him not to be Clipper Darrell anymore. They actually said that he was not a fan of the Clippers, but a fan of making money off of the Clippers. I’ve been a Clipper fan for a long time. Let me tell you, it was tough. I grew up a Laker fan but as soon as a certain family member became part of the organization, I was in. I sat through 30% filled arenas just to watch them win 20 games. I’ve sat through them have players tell them they would not play if the Clippers drafted them, and you know what? I couldn’t argue with them for that. The games were hard to watch, and very few did. But Clipper Darrell was there. ALWAYS! He seemed loud, but that was because the Staples Center was so empty, you could hear a woman fart. Now things are on the rise. Clippers are winning. Seats are full and tickets are scarce. I get that the Clippers do not want him profiting off of their name. I get it. They don’t want him making appearances on behalf of the team without the consent of the team. Is it that they care that much or is it that they don’t like not getting a cut of it? Let’s look at this for what it really is. He was there when hardly anybody was. Now, you don’t need him. You don’t need him to be the face of the Clippers when, let’s face it, he was the face of the team for a long time. I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit. But, business is business. I’m just a fan on the wrong end of the argument. Clipper Darrell, you will always be the number one Clipper fan to me. We have met many times, and every time we did, you left me wondering if there could be a bigger fan. The answer to that was simple. There could not! You will be known as Clipper Darrell FOREVER!

On a more refreshing topic, I will be in the ATL this weekend. I will be there to support a local 7-on-7 team that I help out with. The team’s comprised of some of the best kids in Jacksonville, FL. These kids are good. Most of all, these kids are hungry. Most of them want it. I wish all of them wanted as bad as some of the others, but as a group, they are hungry. They have a steep road in front of them. There will be 30, if not more, of some of the best teams in the region. South Florida has about a billion teams, and they all have some talent. Serious talent. The kind that you will see play on Saturdays and some even on Sundays. I have devoted some time to these kids and I am starting to grow attached to the team. The coaches are football geniuses. I hope to make a difference in one of these kids’ life. It’s my first tournament with the team and I am stoked. I might be more hyped than some of the kids. There is one certain kid that I have grown to almost love like my own. In fact, I do. He has made his mark in my life and I hope I am doing the same for him. I basically made him tryout and over the weeks he has proved himself to be quite the talent. He isn’t playing this weekend due to injury, but he knows who he is. And if he is reading this, I hope he knows how much he means to me and my family. We’re all in with you son.

Anyhow, I hope that all one of my followers are reading this. If not, then so be it. I mentioned this song earlier in a conversation an so I will leave you with it. Feelin' old school...