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Tiger Woods…a time of derision

alg_vanity-fair_tiger-woods.jpgDemoted to looking like a prison inmate at  Riker’s Island or  Sing-Sing…out in the yard lifting weights…in the nude.   Tiger is finding out first hand  just  how much everybody in the media world…and maybe in the world of  golf  really loves him.   Like the old saying goes-

You really  never find out who your friends are  until when you are down.

I had thought to finally say something on Tiger Woods today…but this photo really motivated me to certainly do so.    I am really feeling bad for him.  For 1 thing …because his number 1 support and person that he turned to…his father passed and left him a few years ago now.  So, who does he have that he can turn to…to talk to?

I don’t know?

But clearly he needs a voice with wisdom who can speak to him as a friend and confidant.  Because when it has all been said and done…Tiger is still pretty much just a kid.   And you can clearly tell that by some of the decisions that he has made lately.

Who in world told him to take a shot like the one which is currently parading around on the front cover of  Vanity Fair?

And what a bad time for such  a  stupid magazine cover and photos  of  him to pop up.   Clearly that  photographer  was no friend of  his.  But it just goes to show you that when you are down the vultures  will start circling you like half dead road kill…closing in the finish off  the  job.

The truth be told…none of  them ever  really like seeing a black man with a white woman.   Particularly…a black man with lots and lots…and lots of money…more money than them.  And he didn’t get it pimping or selling drugs…or being a rapper?

Though  Tiger does  not  consider  himself  black…or  African American…but a mixture of  several other things…he may well yet get to know that his real problem is much like that of   what Ojay’s  was…as in Simpson. 

I am sure that you still remember him.    How  could you forget  Ojay?

I spent many hours…days and nights…months…a couple of  years maybe…watching television staying  up  biting my nails with each of  the episodes  and turns  of  his story…and as they unfolded.  When I hit LA…was I not treated to a visit  of  that  infamous house and street where everything happened?  

He was well loved too…and though I never thought of  it before …he had plenty of  endorsements too.   But of course…Tiger endorsements far exceed anything that  poor ol’  Ojay could have ever hoped for.  But they also have one other thing in  common…and that is… being black men who love white women.  And perferably…blonde.

In  Ojay’s case  it  ended up  in  murder.   And in  Tiger’s…a few busted car windows…well, all of  them… by an enraged wife swinging a golf  club. 

When I first heard about Tiger extra-martial affairs…and caught a glimpse of some of the women…all I could wonder was-

“When did all of  this start?”

I wondered if  it  came about as some backlash or need out of  lost  following the pasting of  his father.  Which I know  it  had to  have  been a pretty big blow…devastating blow  and  lost  to Tiger.  Being that they were so close.

Though I offer no excuses for Tiger or his lack of  discretions  or  wise thinking concerning his involvement with several women outside of  his marriage.  No, I  would never do that…as I do feel that marriage is something sacred.  And should be treated as such.

For the life of me…I never got over  ‘the Donald’  leaving Ivana for Paula.  And  I  was not alone in my thinking.

But men do some dumb things.

I couldn’t understand Michael  Jordan cheating on his wife…or the problems in  Shaq’s  marriage. 

If  you have a good woman…what in the street is going to make you ruin your good thing?  

And not that I know that was the problem between Shaq and his wife…but it was for ‘the Donald’ and for Michael.

How do you mess up your family life like that?

How can your mind be thinking so uncorrectly?

Evidently, Tiger never read anything about what had happened to actor Morgan Freeman once he had his accident,  and information was disclosed to his wife about him riding around in their car with some girlfriend…who was injured  in that  accident  too.  No, Tiger could not have read that story.   Because if  he had…I am so sure that  Tiger  might not have found himself  in this position which he currently is in.

Morgan Freeman’s wife didn’t even wait  24 hours before she hit him with the divorce papers…bright and early…before day break  the following morning after  Morgan’s  crashing  his car…and  having to be pulled  out of  it via  the aid  of  the  ‘Jaws of  Life’...with his girlfriend seated right beside him.  

Morgan’s wife’s lawyers  went into his  hospital room while one of  his legs was suspended up the air…with  the cast wrapping it still damp.  But that  small little  thing did  not stop them…or  any  consideration to the amount of  pain he may have been…while they served him with her divorce papers.   Which based upon the reports has cost him far more pain  than those  few scratches from the actual impact of  that accident.

But  Tiger’s situation is a little bit  different.   They  have small children.  Being that  Tiger chose to marry her…I am sure that he must have found some likeable  or   even highly  redeeming  qualities in his wife at  the time he proposed then later married her.  And as I have never seen much  of  her being  out  in public view…with all the cameras flashing about her…clearly she is not one of  those people out to make a name or  gain some  type of  fame for herself.

Seeing how much he obviously loves his children…I would suggest that  Tiger get  down on his knees if  he  has to.   But do it…or whatever it may take to save his marriage and win his wife back.

Of  course she is angry.   But  what  self-respecting  woman wouldn’t be? 

But beyond all that anger…most women start to think about their family and what is best for their children. 

I  have  never  been married but  I do realize that if a relationship is worth keeping…and things can be worked out…or salvaged… then that is what should happen.  Many times we have to put away our  pride and hurt…and look at the bigger picture.  And that is… (1) do I love this person… (2) can we make this work… (3) and be happy and a family in it?

And oh, yes…probably the biggest question of  them all…(4) can I get over it…and allow us to move on in this marriage without it  forever plaguing me?

I’m hoping that  Tiger decides that his family is worth more to him than all the accolades …and money that he has won.  And…yes, even more than he loves golf. 

And I am also hoping that this very public stumble…and that is what it is…not a fall but a stumble…will prove to be  a valued lesson to Tiger in this his time of  derision.  And that he will go on to  aid him  in becoming the best father to his children…and husband to his wife…whom  I really do hope that  he loves since she is the mother of  his children.

In my life  I have had to learn so many lessons.  Most of  them were not easy to take…some embarrassing…some down right stupid… and some even shameful to me.  But in the end they were lessons that I needed to learn.   And I am now glad I had them…but at the time they hurt and were hard for me to take. 

Now, if   Tiger goes on to play some of  best golf   of   his life…watch how quickly the tide will  turn around.   And that is  just what  Tiger is going  to  have  to do…from this point on.

If   he  thought he liked pressure before…it’s pressure that he is truly  going to get now.   Because he will have to out perform  and prove  himself  now in ways  he never had to before.

At the end of  the day…will he be able to do it?

That is the question.

Well…he’s Tiger Woods isn’t he…still?

Though it  is  interesting  just  how quietly the whole episode of  Charlie  Sheen and his  threatening his wife with a knife  so quickly and quietly faded off the radar screen.  Along with his other run in with  the law…for driving under the influence  (DUI).  And nobody pulled  any endorsements  from up under  him…or thought about cancelling his show.

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UPDATE: Thursday, February 19, 2010

Why is everybody bothering  poor Tiger Woods.  He does not owe any of us an apology.  The matter is really between him and his wife. 

How many men have been caught in the same trap?

John Edwards, numerous other politicans…such as the governor of  New Jersey…now an ex-governor…Giuliani…aand others on Capital Hill…such as Bill Clinton…as well as numerous actors…such as Mel Gibson…and that list just goes on and on…not to mention other male athletes. 

For some reason seem…not all…but many…just seem to have a problem keeping their pants up.  And some of  them…like it both ways…but yet poor Tiger is being dragged through the mud like this is some type of  new phenomenon…like this never happened before.  Oh, please…it happens so often who can keep count.  And then when these guys are caught with anything other than a woman…then maybe they too are dragged through the mud and through the streets.

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And it is not that I am excusing Tiger.  No, not at all.  But to me…he is just a kid who recently lost his hero…I would assume that this is  when all of  this started happening.  So, I feel for him…and you should too.  And we all should hope that this situation will bring something positive and a new direction to his life.  Something that he may have lost  focus of  in the passing of  his father.  It does happen.

So, no…Tiger Woods owes none of  us nothing.  All of  his apologies should be Tiger Woods hugs his mother, Kultida Woods, after making a statement on the sex scandal that has interrupted his golf career. directed to his wife…and his children.   And possibly to his mother…who I am sure may also be very hurt by his behavior…and recent poor choices.

None of  us can say that we have never made any mistakes…or so poor choices at some time in our life.

Why isn’t anybody calling for Charlie Sheen when he pull a knife out on his wife…or for his latest family blunder?  Which seem to be an on-going thing with poor ol’ Charlie.

Just let  Tiger alone.  Clearly the thing is tearing him up.  He looks so old.  He definitely is in great need of  someone positive to step into his life to aid him…and to  give him some sure and positive advice concerning this matter…and who can aid him in being strong through it.  He needs a strong  male figure…some with business smarts and plenty of  wisdom  to replace that person who he once had.  He need someone like the one he lost when his father died.

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It is my hope, however, that Tiger gets a grip upon his life…and not become too reliant upon pyscho-therapy…or Buddha…or Budhism…but  upon God.

It has been exceedingly cold here.  But then…it’s winter and it is suppose to be cold.  And it is suppose to get colder. 

View Bernadine Smith's profile on FiledByI knew all along that we were in for a real winter this year.  And we are getting it…and I guess everybody is.

Had to shovel a couple more times.  But it was fun.  And remarkably the house really isn’t all that cold…considering that furance is blown.  

Or maybe…it is just that I am getting use to it.   I  don’t know which…but I  thank God for 2ab-the-bishop-wifecoverit.    

So, needless to say…I have been sleeping late and spending as much time as I can up under the blankets.   And  it  is working…it is aiding me in staying warm.  I am even writing this up under the blankets…but  I am beginning to look  forward to Spring already.


Well, God bless

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Add a comment January 7, 2010

Michael Jordan’s acceptance speech… Tyra Banks getting real…

Former NBA player Michael Jordan thanks his supporters during his acceptance speech during his induction to the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame Class of 2009 Enshrinement ceremony at the Symphony Hall in Springfield, Massachusetts, USA, 11 September 2009.  EPA/CJ GUNTHERWhen I read the article on Michael Jordan regarding his acceptance speech… during his induction into the Basketball of  Hall of  Fame… I thought based upon the slant given the article that-

“Okay, maybe he had too much to drink.”

You know…celebrating.  It is after all a great honor. 

But when I woke up this morning it dawned on me…about all those years how  Michael  had probably sat around and listened to  a  bunch of  people taking credit for his success.  People who stood up at podiums with their chest stuck out like his coach at the Univeristy of  North Carolina…and all the others who Michael slapped in the face…and shook them up a bit  while delivering that speech Friday night.   And I thought about all the people who we  encounter  in lives who tell us we will never make it…and how we need to consider doing something else…or going to another school…move some place else…or not go on to college…etc…etc…

And then years later you emerge as the greatest basketball player of all times…after time after time…you were told that you didn’t have what it took … or would never make it into the pro’s…or that your were too dark…hair to nappy…that you are not smart enough…can’t talk right…etc…etc…

And so what do you do when all this is coming at you?

Well, if you’re like a Michael Jordan and half of the other black folk in this country…you pushed harder…worked harder…always striving to perfect that which they told you…you could never do…and were not good at.

It is true.  Behind closed doors white counselors, educators…school officials…coaches…tried to sway us not to go on to college…not to pursue our dreams…not to climb any mountains…or swim any seas.   Working tirelessly to deffer ever dream that could be deffered…that is what they did.    But you looked towards the stars any how…pushed against the grain…filtered through the forces…and worked harder to make it happen.  And one day it did.

Then along came those who had tried to quash your dreams…take away your aspirations…steal your hopes…ripe out your future…to feed you where they wanted to keep you…and all black folk.  And here they came as the rings started mounting up…championship after championship…contract after contract…deal after deal…and everybody now singing your glory.  All of them… all accrediting your fame to what they did for you.

So, yeah…I can understand Michael  Jordan when he stood up at the reception for his induction into the Basketball Hall of  Fame…finally deciding to clear the air…wanting to set the record straight.   Setting the record straight…that it wasn’t them…but him.  Telling every wrong thing that they had ever done to him.  It all had made him work all the more harder to get to where  he has…the greatest of all times…the one that all the young ball players coming up behind him are compared to…if  they show just the slightest bit of  promise.   He became the marker…the standard gage for talent…that they measure the young boys by today.

But like Muhamumed Ali… there will only be one Michael Jordan.  And on his night…he can say whatever  he wants to…and if truth hurts then let it…as well it should.

After years of  holding it in Michael deserved a chance to let it go.  And boy…did he.

I know so well what it is like to have people try to re-direct you  from your  path  and tell you-

“You can’t make it.” 

When I was in high school  I began sending out applications for college.  This following my high school counselor telling that I was not college material…and should consider going to business school instead so I could learn a trade. 

Needless to say…I didn’t listen to him.  I pushed harder…sending out all BLD058945[1]my own applications and doing all my own research about colleges and what they had to offer.  And this way before there was anything that even  remotely looked like a computer…and before such materials became so widely available in libraries or any other place outside of  a  school counselor’s office.

Following my graduation from high school I was off to college.  I had to figure out  all that financial aid stuff on my own…but I did it.  My first year into  college…I started getting offers to do radio.   Though our college did not offer any courses in communication…we did have a radio station.   And I almost lived in that place.

kt_060611_331[1]Though I had gone to school to become a lawyer…I recognized some  faults that I had.  For one,  I hated to talk in front of  people…or read anything out loud.  I also possessed a speech impediment.  And this is why I decided to go up to campus radio station to see about getting on air…I thought that it could help me.

I never thought that I  would  develop a whole other persona.   I just thought that  if  I could play music and talk every now and then…that it would help me to become less introverted…and  that I  would develop more confidence when talking with and before others.  Attributes which I definitely felt would be key for me to have…in order to be able the best  lawyer I could be…and an effective one for my clients.  So, I almost lived in that radio station…covering almost every shift…and job available to me  in our  little station.

I taped every program…and still do…listening over and over again for everything I did or said…what  I liked or  didn’t like.  I never realized that this was creating a radio personality…or anything close to it…not to mention that  I had never considered ever working in radio.  But the offers started coming in…followed my tons of  fan mail.  Who would have ever have thought such a thing would  or  could have happened  to me?  

And finally,  I decided to take one of those offers to do radio professionally and the rest is history.

But it never would have happened had I listened to my high school counselor.   When I walk into oour  teacher’s credit union…I see his face smiling down from upon the wall…as they have a very large painting of  him hanging on their wall.  And I sometimes wonder-

“How many black students had he told not to go to college?”

And if  he were alive today…and read about me…I have no doubt that he too like Michael’s past coaches…from his high school and/or colleges years…and anybody else who ever tried to discourage him…would poke out  his  chest and try to take a piece of the credit.  When  he  did nothing at all to aid  me…but everything he could to deffer me.

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I have to admit that I have vast respect for Tyra Banks and the job that she is doing…knowing good and well that many teens look up to her as both their she-ro…and model for whom they would like to embulate.

The topics she covers on her show are provocative, intelligent, moving…and touch upon many topics that no one else has dared to examine in quite the same way that  Tyra  has.  Topics such as black women bleaching their skin…teen pregnancy…teen prostitution…racism…gay for pay…and shows about loving and respecting youself…all of which our teens are in dire need of seeing and hearing.   And for some reason Tyra does it so well…that they enjoy watching her.   And I guess it all comes down to them knowing and feeling that Tyra is real…and dealing from her heart.|hp-laptop|dl7|link3|

And she talks about fashion…and realizes how important it is to them…our teens.

Recently while sitting out on my parent’s front porch, I have noticed this young…   Well, I thought she was a young woman…but since school has started back…I now realize that she may well be a teen.  But she is so thin…super thin.  She looks like 2 sticks walking.  Though she appears healthy…nobody without any degree of   body fat can possibly be healthy.

Whenever I see her, I find myself staring at her because I have never seen anybody as thin as she is.  And I can tell by her dress…that she feels she looks good…maybe even sexy.

But to me…she looks anything but sexy.   Because I know she definitely is a product of an eating disorder.   The product of  disillusion…who bought into that ‘thin is in’…and beautiful.  If she could see herself as  I do…she would know that  is a lie…an absolute lie.  Because anyone the size of  this girl could never be beautiful…because she looks sick. 

And this is why a Tyra Banks is so important…because she works hard as dis-spelling the myths.

Well, I finally did in the glasses totally and completely.  Now, they 2ab-the-bishop-wifecoverare so broken that I can hardly use them.  So, you can imagine how hard it  was  for me to just trying to get through this blog…trying to see through a pair of  glass which I have to tuck tightly down on nose in order to see as best I  can through them.    View Bernadine Smith's profile on FiledByBut I made it through…and now I can go to sleep. 

Enjoy your Sunday…how you get out to church.  
It was dark all day today…then finally rained just a little…but remained4_printer_Promo_Cars_b_smith2 to be dark.  We are well on our way to an early winter…and I hope you are gearing up for it.

Hope you have a beautiful day tomorrow.    

Well, God bless

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Add a comment September 13, 2009

The attitude of champions…

I feel for you, Serena.

Because when you loose…you hate yourself.  Because you know down deep…your fullest capabilities to win.   It is the mark of a winner…and time after time they push to continue to reach that mark.

Capabilities are good.  Many people have them…and never end up living up to them…their fullest capabilities.   Because it takes work…hard work…and plenty of dedication.   And many of us are just not willing to make the sacrifice…or sacrifices required to make it happen.

Just imagine how many of us have the capabilities to become champions.  But just lack the attitude of  champions…not to mention that burning desire to make it happen…which of course also encompasses…dedication and a displine to develop the craft to its highest level. 

But Michael had it…and probably still processes it as a businessman.  Tiger has it…Densel has it…Muhammad Ali…many have it.   They can iBut it takes that something more…that many of  us are just not willing to do…or add into our being.  But imagine the possibilities if we did.

Certainly, losses are to be expected…it goes with the territory.  You will some…and loose some…Tiger, Michael and Muhammad have all experienced it.   Even Denzel has experience a flop in the theaters…when a movie did not met its expectation in box office sales.  It is life.  But it makes winners work all the harder for the next time.

I am twiddling my tumbs waiting on the publishers to finish.  I am counting down 2ab-the-bishop-wifecoverthe time when my book will soon be made available for sale.  God is good…I am so happy to finally  have gotten it done and out…and into the final stage of the process…besides getting out to aid in selling it.

 Well, enjoy the rest of your day and evening. 

God bless…

Thank you for reading this blog…and  my others.  Please be sure to continue to share this blog site with your family, co-workers and all your friends“pass it on…” ©2009

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