Super Bowl 48 . . . Yesteryear's White Quarterback versus Tomorrow's Black Quarterback
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Well, well, well, this upcoming Super Bowl will match “Black” against “White,” good against evil . . . a well-educated, well-spoken hard-working gangster and street-thug villain Russell Wilson - against “our hero” Captain America, Peyton Manning.
Straight-outta Compton . . . and Stanford, with a Masters Degree Richard Sherman, along with his cocky Black Seahawk gangsters against the Great White Hopes riding in on giant White stallions - Elway, Manning, Welker, Decker ….. and their well-trained, kept on a short-chain Black teammates - good negroes who are trained to only speak when spoken-to, only growl, bark n’ bite when instructed-to. Don’t get it twisted nor misconstrued any other way amigos but that way . . .
Nevertheless, this Super Bowl will be all about the two quarterbacks.
Now granted the sports-press will paint this contest as one between a traditional, old school cerebral gridiron surgeon - pitted against a dual-threat, mobile, athletic “New Age Quarterback.” We all know it’s much, much more complicated that that - it’s Black against White. And in America it don’t get much more complex n’ combustible than that.
“New Age Quarterbacks . . . .” That tag-line makes me both chuckle and grimmince when I hear it employed by sportswriters and fans . . . honestly I laugh my ass off and vomit, because it’s such a misleading, water-down, white-washed interpretation of the transformation we’re in the midst of witnessing at the professional Quarterback position . . . . Keyword here - “White-Washed” and all that term implies in these so-called United States of America.
New age . . . It’s casual however deliberate usage is like someone urinating down your back, but insisting it’s raining . . . .
“Athletic” and “mobile” - of course those adjectives begin to describe Colin Kaepernick, Russell Wilson, Cam Newton, RGIII, EJ Manuel and the rest of the Moon’s 11, those Afro-American Quarterbacks who follow in the footsteps of Cantonized Warren Moon - the colonel who advises these Ebony airmen who dare to man the most prestigious position in US Culture.
But what most defines these Black Field Generals - skin color.
Here, let’s stroll down Straight, No Chaser Blvd. . . , Black men were denied, refused and excluded from playing Quarterback in the NFL. And let’s all agree upon this; the almost century old embargo and blockade was not orchestrated by “aliens.” No, it was, and remains still today White men who strive-to keep the Black man in his assigned inferior place. And being a NFL QB, head coach or team owner is not a place where most White folks believe a Black man belongs in.
Ask former NFL country Club aristocrat and current Tex-ass jackass Red McCombs about a Black man’s place. The good ole multi-gazillionaire believes the University Of Texas, by hiring Charles Strong as their Head Coach, hired a “boy” who’s only capable of being a position coach . . . .C’mon man, that insult, along with Houston's plantation owner Bob McNair who wants to draft the “athletic” Jadeveon Clowney and tether him to JJ Watts - the smart, hard working White man. . .it’s this good ole cave man mentality which remains pervasive and entrenched within the NFL. and America.
We all now know “Red” is short for Redneck.
Oh my God, good lord Jesus “flippin”Christ! Mary sweet-mother of baby Jesus . . . how can the sportsworld paint anything but a jett-Black and snow-White picture of race relations within the game of football over the last century?
Look, it’s no secret a Black man was deemed incapable of being an NFL Quarterback by most White folks . . . why do we have to lie about that? My question is “ when did they change their collective minds . . . 1977? 1989? 1999? 2007? Maybe last week, yesterday?”
Sidebar; check out ESPN’s documentary on Paul Bear Bryant’s Crimson Tide racial awakening, the recounting of Ol Dixie’s slap in the face/kick in the britches at the hands of John McKay’s “integrated” Trojans of USC. Talk about “straight out of South Central . . . . Alabama, the entire state understood they couldn’t compete against them Black boys with nothing but White boys.
The same damn lesson is about to be given to those NFL owners who’ll have to have their knuckle-draggin’ behinds dragged, kick’in, screamin n’ crying tears into Braxton Miller’s 21st century.
You won’t be able to place an anchored to the turf stature of a man - on a field dominated and predominated with “athletes.” Today’s average, everyday White guy Quarterback is becoming, out of fashion overnight - obsolete, outdated and useless. Only true athletes cut in the mold of Roger Staubach, Fran Tarkenton and Steve Young will be able to strap on a helmet.
The Great White Pigskin Hunter, that entire legacy and claim-to sports immortality will forever be painted n’ tainted. The defenders and promoters of the White Quarterback cheated because they shaped, molded and crafted the pro QB position to be one a Black man wasn’t qualified nor equipped to play. They promoted propaganda which said the Black man lacked brains, heart and guts to be professional quarterbacks - and their lies were detrimental to the societal progress of Blacks. Not very different than not allowing Black policemen, soldiers, doctors, boxers and Presidents. Forbidding the creation of role models and heroes for Black people.
The keepers of this fake fireplace fire can’t deny the best athletes were prohibited from playing Quarterback by White men who knew and feared the skills and tools of a Black Field General.
Despite living in the Mile Hi City, and being a Peyton Manning fan . . . as a Black man in a nation which has the history we have, and the NFL having its own convoluted story, as well as the “anti Black” feel and flavor towards Black Americans, the hate for Obama, the support of George Zimmerman . . . I’ll be rooting for Russell Wilson . . . just like Black folks cheered for Jack Johnson, Joe Louis, Sugar n’ Ali when they fought a White man . . . because its obvious America, White America hasn’t changed too much, and the progress I hale . . . was achieved with most White folks kickin’, screamin, having to be dragged out of 1947 and pushed into 2014.
Desi Cortez, was hatched in the heart of Dixie, circa 1961, at the dawning of the age of Aquarius, the by-product of four dynamic individuals, Raised in South-Central LA, the 213, at age 14 transplanted to the base of the Rockies, Denver. Still a Mile-Hi. Sat at the feet of scholars for many, many moons, emerging with a desire and direction… if not a sheep-skin. Meandered thru life; gone a-lot places, done a-lot of things, raised a man-cub into a good, strong man, produced a beautiful baby-girl with my lover/woman/soul-mate… aired my mind on the airwaves and wrote some stuff along the way. Desi can be reached via firstname.lastname@example.org