Like many other faithful’s, I am an avid college basketball fan. I love the passion in their play; the hustle, the fight, the disappointments, the joy. Like millions of other fans, I filled out my tournament bracket hoping to show my basketball prowess to the world. Really…I was trying to win that billion dollars that Warren Buffet offered. I failed miserably. I thought I knew more than I did. Obviously not.
After a full day of screaming at the television, hoping some teams lost and others won, I feel drained. I am, however, relieved that the March Madness is over for me. And even though I’ll still be as broke tomorrow as I am today, I can say that my bracket isn’t too bad for having done this for the second time in my life. That’s right, I tried it once many years ago, had the same result, and never tried again. It’s a lot of unneeded pressure on my heart and I know better than to take on too much extra stress. I’ve lost five games and I’m still in the overall winner hunt. But, as before, my heart is heavy. Not because of my excitement for the game and to prove my basketball knowledge, but because I had plans for that billion dollars.
Hmm…let’s see…If I had won that billion dollars and I stuck it in a basic savings account collecting 1% interest I would stand to make an extra 10 million dollars a year if I never touch that billion. And I probably wouldn’t touch it, I wouldn’t need too, I could comfortably live off of 10 million dollars in interest payments every year (after taxes of course).
$10,000,000. Sounds good rolling off your tongue, almost as good as $1,000,000,000. At 10 million dollars a year in interest alone, you would stand to earn a lot of money. That’s over $830,000 a month, $208,300 a week, almost $30,000 a day, and over $3700 hr (for a typical 8 hr work day). Wow.
Imagine what you would do with that much money, (unless you already have it that is).
Well, now that all my excitement is long gone, I’ll watch the rest of the tournament thinking about what could have been and hope that I don’t hear any news about someone else winning my money. Maybe I’ll try again next year, maybe not. It’s been a great ride, but I definitely have the tournament blues.
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What would it take,
For our people to be free?
To have fun – drink coffee,
And watch some TV.
We are often times hated,
And thought to be insane.
I wonder why that is?
Is there someone else to blame?
We are the definition of struggle,
Baring this fate alone,
We are held back sometimes,
Yet we strive to press on.
We have changed with the times,
Sometimes not for the good.
We strive to simplify our complexities,
Yet we are misunderstood.
My people are you able,
To really speak your mind?
Can you see what I see,
Or are you really just that blind?
Is this good or is it bad?
Well, I really don’t know.
But what is extremely apparent,
Is that we will eventually grow.
Grow to be women,
And from Boy’s II Men,
Grow to be billionaires,
And leading the Top Ten.
Grow to dominate,
The things we barely touch,
Grow to be productive,
But some won’t grow that much.
Don’t judge us by a handful,
Or of stories you’ve heard,
Refrain – don’t judge,
That’s simply absurd.
See for your self,
Who we really could be.
Don’t make assumptions.
Get to know me.
Our people are great people,
And history shows that.
All the struggle and strife,
With no looking back.
Given our history,
In which the whole world knows,
We live to be free,
Growing our mind and our souls.
We are what we are.
We are not what we were.
It would be ludicrous to disagree,
And not to simply concur.
We are better with time,
Like a sweet aged wine.
This land is your land,
But is it really mine?
If you embrace the hype,
You will grow no further,
Live by these words,
And “LOVE ONE ANOTHER!”
Our love is the Church
Our love is the Steeple
You and Me make’s Us
And We are my people
When I mention Hermit the Dog, of course I’m talking about me. I’ve been guilty, at times, of being quite a recluse, (and I’m not talking about a bloodsucking spider). Be it as it may, I am quite outgoing when I choose to be. I am what I loathe to reveal to you, as a highly sensitive person. Hit that link to learn more. Anywho…I’m out of the coffin, trying to evade the sun.
Must find shade.
I’m reduced to a hooded version of myself which is ok for the coolness of the day, but not ok for this sun flexing on me like he on steroids. It’s whatever, I look fine for a guy who doesn’t care what people think.
I’m at my sons first track meet and I hate track meets. They rarely stick to schedule – if your fortunate enough to even have a schedule that is. Then I’m waiting around having young pups remind me of how old I am; doing feats that, in my mind, I can do much better. Continuously comparing my glorious youth with that of mere mortals.
On top of all that, they purposely make him run dead last so I have to sit here through the entire torture. Good thing I brought my handy dandy ________ . If you said NOTEBOOK and you were wondering whether you were a yungyin or an ol’ koot. Wonder no more, your a koot.
I was GOING to say iPhone, DUH, hence the post….Lanardo. (You’ll hear me say that word a lot more in the future). Anywho, I’m sitting here about to combust and that’s hard for a black guy considering I’m already singed.
However, I’ll be sniffing around here for while longer. Ears perked for the run inspiring gunshot. Come to think of it, this is the only place where only a few run when shots are fired. Thank goodness. Because it would really get ugly around here if something truly went down. (Which must have happened before I got here, because there IS some ugly around here). Kidding…geez, relax. All of Gods children are beautiful – some just more than others. (Smirking)
It’s about that time. Thank goodness because I’m done. I mean either flip me over or take me out of here. Warning I’m hot. Although you might agree with my superior physical grandeur, that’s not what I mean. I mean that I’m uncomfortably heated. Not mad, but starting to
swear sweat profusely. I severely misjudged the weather and now I must lie in this bed I made. Ugh.
It’s time, I’ll talk to you when I make it back to my cave. Hermit the Dog signing out – sorry about the drool.
Blind to the Fact
By Cinique Scott
Can you see what I see or are you blind to fact?
The fact that we’re at war, we are under attack
Yes we’re under siege, the enemy’s plan well played.
He hopes we’ll be idle, he hopes that you’ll stay.
We’re in a fight for our welfare, a fight for our time;
A fight for our children, and a fight for our mind.
Some of you are overweight, and I know – it’s no fun.
Obesity runs in your family, because your family doesn’t run.
When will you get it, when will you see
At what length do I go to convince you, exactly to what degree?
I haven’t said enough, maybe I’ll say more.
I can’t force you to walk through; I can only show you the door.
Can you see what I see or are you blind to fact?
Is my race an issue, have you not noticed I’m black.
We are all the same, both inside and out -
Experiencing trials and tribulations, all hope – some doubt
I was always taught – it takes a village to raise a child.
But you’re the Chief, so raise em’ right – or yours may walk that green mile.
Since when is it ok to swear, cursing without respect,
That didn’t happen back in my days, at least I don’t recollect.
Walking around with empty pocket’s, pants way off the waist.
Using poor judgment, bad manners, worst taste
What happened to this generation? Well what did you expect?
When the parents are out of control, not caring who they affect
Fighting and lying, never able to agree;
It’s so true about those apples, lying next to that tree.
Can you see what I see or are you blind to the fact?
Are you constantly moving forward or letting friends hold you back?
Have you made a plan, your goals etched in stone?
Are you travelling well or walking alone?
How can I convince you or what can I say?
How can you walk, if not shown the way?
Well I’ll give you a tip and this one’s free,
Practice on loving, because love is the key.
Live life strong and watch how you act,
Life is too short to be blind to the fact.