The Elusive Bull

Caged Lions Among Sheep


Smart is out of control! Sherman is a thug! Bieber should be deported! Manziel is a hard partier! Lebron is a bitch! Since the social media boom, times have not been kind to my beloved sports and entertainment, “I swear sports and music are so synonymous,” but I’ll address that in another post. By now you’ve probably heard about Oklahoma State’s Marcus Smart shoving a fan after a verbal exchange following a very intense moment of a highly competitive game. Without all the details, why is our society so comfortable in instantly judging another human being? I’m ushering in a new attitude on life, “be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle.” I wouldn’t want someone to judge me off of a single action or comment, so why should I do it to them. Being a fan doesn’t just give me free reign.  

They take the greats from the past and compare us, I wonder if they’d ever survive in this era, In a time where it’s recreation, To pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations.” Drake makes an excellent point, I know I was guilty of this and when I look back at Michael Jordan’s reputation, there’s a lot I learned AFTER he left the game (for good) and it really put it in perspective for me. If Jordan spazzed out on twitter or his off-court infractions went viral on TMZ, would he still be our basketball savior?

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Jay-Z @ Barclays Center, It’s Just Different

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"Nothing feels the way tonight feels." Jay was right, tonight, I got an opportunity to experience a once in a lifetime event. I was blessed enough to watch my favorite musician and a truly inspirational human being on the grandest of stages in front of his home crowd. Now, I’m not talking about Madison Square Garden, no offense, but rather the brand new Barclays Center in Jay’s hometown of Brooklyn, NY. BTW, the Barclays Center is amazing right down to every detail from the outside, two giant loops wrapped in black snake skin perfectly placed on top of each other resembling a spaceship, to the inside, beautiful hues of blues, blacks, and greys.

As Jay tells it, raised in a single parent household, in low income housing, and now a minority owner of the Brooklyn Nets. Take a moment to let that sink in. Words can’t describe this feeling, but that feeling was on display all night long. 

I’ve been to a dozen of his shows, but this was just, different. Jay was more comfortable on stage than ever before, smiling from ear to ear, even dancing, all without a care in the world. It wasn’t even just Jay, all the Barclays Center employees were smiling and greeting each guest with such joy, it was infectious. You could feel the difference in the crowd as well, as each borough tried to out hype the other as DJ ProStyles spun one New York track after another. It felt like we were all one big family for a night, hopefully for even longer, we could use more of that in this world. 

Jay went through his massive catalog of hits from “Reasonable Doubt”, “The Blueprint”, “The Black Album”, “The Blueprint 3” and on and on. My friends even turned to me at one point and said they forgot how many songs he had. Yup, Jay’s got hits for days! By the end of the show, Jay visibly fatigued from doing 7 shows in a row, was humbled, he thanked the crowd over and over again, he had conversations with his new family, he even signed a jersey, and he left us all with this message, “Be great Brooklyn, be great everyone.” From Marcy to around the world a dozen times over, he’s finally home.

Photograph: Kevin Mazur/WireImage