Steve Breaston on the lockout

[Jersey Girl]

Not sure if any of you saw this (I got it from facebook), but it's by Steve Breaston about the lockout. When I saw Breaston at the BRR last year, I learned that he likes to write poetry and such. I thought that was cool. Anyway, here it is ...

 

[PortlandCardFan]

Thunder...THUNDER....THUNDERCATS HOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

 

[LoyaltyisaCurse]

Why is he taping himself in a mirror?

 

[Mulli]

 

[Dayman]

I like Steve as a player. However, basing the title of his poem about the lockout on a Langston Hughes poem about racial equality in the 50s is a little questionable.

 

[vinnymac]

Thunder...THUNDER....THUNDERCATS HOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

pulling the 80's out

 

[Dr. Jones]

Ironic I told kids to play 60 and I can't play a minute. lol

 

[CardLogic]

"...with all this money involved who cares about my two cents."

 

[desertdawg]

Daaaang! I just saw him on "First Take" and that poem is really good.

 

[Mulli]

Daaaang! I just saw him on "First Take" and that poem is really good.

 

[desertdawg]

Did my comment really warrant the Lebron Fall icon? (cuz that's what I am calling that now)

 

[john h]

I like Steve as a player. However, basing the title of his poem about the lockout on a Langston Hughes poem about racial equality in the 50s is a little questionable.

I wish we could somehow get by a subject without racism entering into it. I do not see race as an issue anywhere in this lockout/union problems. There was an article in the WSJ yesterday that we are now having blacks suing blacks because one is more light skinned than the other and therefore got a job preference. The article went on to say there will be more and more of this type of lawsuits including players from other ethnicity's. I sometimes just do not get it. I grew up not far from the Cherokee Indian Reservation in Murphy, N.C. in the 30's, 40's, and early 50's the Indians were treated worse than the blacks of those times. They could not legally buy alcohol and mostly stayed around the reservation. Our high school did play the Indians in football games and we usually got our butts kicked. We had one Indian who worked on our white trash farm and lived with us. He used to take me through the mountains in the area and never once did we not return without an arrow head. He was probably in his late 70's at that time and was one I looked up to as he knew the mountains like no other. Many of the things he taught me have served me well even today.