i woke up this morning to many texts and phone calls from the family in Memphis confirming that my estranged husband Allen Ezail Iverson had officially signed with the Memphis (lamer than life) Grizzlies. I was kind of relieved, yet heart broken. Relieved because I now know his whereabouts lmao, but heartbroken to see such an outstanding person/player sink so low and become so desperate. When a potential hall of famer willingly decides to sign a deal with the Memphis Grizzlies, they have without a doubt "fell completely off".we have a little history, let me take you back.
when i was in the 2nd grade my mom worked with AI's aunt in Newport News, Virginia. i first heard of him in the check-out line at the local Wal-Mart (he was playing for Georgetown at the time). After we moved back to Memphis, i didn't hear of him again until i was in the sixth grade. The 76ers and the Lakers went to the finals that year, & i immediately became obsessed with him -- his skills, his whole demeanor, and his bad boy swag who simply hated to "practice". I even coined the term "iversonswife" for myself. i had posters all around my room, i had shirts made. yes people, it was THAT bad! over the many years, even with his team hopping i have always been a fan of A.I. Unfortunately, his brief encounter with the Nuggets didn't last. Coming off the bench in Detroit surely wasn't the answer (no pun intended) and now, Memphis is looking rather bleak. Sighhhhhh! Can my favorite NBA player of all time simply find a team where he can thrive, and maybe.. just maybe win the championship ring he is so desperately feigning for? Let's be honest. He is getting older and he's running out of time ):
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Hey, I feel like I can finally have a real conversation again, & not talk in CODE. LOL.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, you make me angry because you ask me "why" a lot, & then I realized you're sort of like my psychologist, keeping me on my toes. I feel like I've known you my whole life, Emma. I had a lot of "epiphanies" this senior year. I finally remembered that my great grandma is full blood cherokee indian. When I moved to Fay town, my skin went pale, my hair turned black, with a little help from hair dye, & the fire in my eyes went out. The only way I could find that fire was hooking up with the sexy black dudes around. I could identify with them, unfortunately...in a bad kind of way.
So, I feel like we have some baggage, girl. Me & you, we're mixed. We're of mixed blood & we carry all of our histories stereotypes & try to figure out which ones apply to us. Well, we're lucky! They ALL apply to us. We got the street swag, & the business swag & we can make that shit work.
White people can't do that. White people have NO BAGGAGE AT ALL.
I want baggage, Hahahah. I know why I have baggage.
(Poor AI) He probably feels like a sell out, when in reality the boy should be Kobe. & go out there & make history. But of course, we all have baggage.
I pray AI see's the light.
But anyway, I want a pet rat because we stereotype rats. The rats are from the plague. They lived off the plague. Well, blacks lived off slavery, indians lived off the land, etc.
We're all connected, although I feel no connection with rich ass white people.
I know who I am now, with a little help from my friends, & its weird hahahah.
girl i agree! but i guess he gotta play for someone right? haha
ReplyDeleteEmma Emma Emma... Imma keep it real as usual...lol. It's over for A.I. cause he can't really fit wit any team because of his style, he hogs the ball most of the time. If he was a regular like Chris Paul he would win a championship because CP makes his team better by passing the ball. @ least A.I. has more heart than the worst team in the league...
ReplyDeleteDo I sense a divorce from The Answer...hmmm??