Archives for category: Moments with The Brat

It’s ‘cause black people LOVE music. Probably as much as we love watermelon.
(well, cept Nesto, hater of watermelon, but eater of pig’s feet.)
*shudders and makes gagging noises*

BUT. In my case BOTH OF THE ABOVE THINGS ARE TRUE.
And I raised my kids to love these things too.
Music and Watermelon, that is. Pig’s feet are gross.
My kids have excellent musical tastes.
I will concede this isn’t JUST me. Nesto loves all the music tings too.

So anyways, when Spanky told me that I should give Chance the Rapper a listen, I did. Because, while we don’t always agree on what’s good and what’s not ( I will never forgive you for Pain and Gain, little girl. EVER), she knows my musical taste well enough to able to provide me with musical suggestions from time to time. And I would like you to know three things:

1. If you haven’t listened to Coloring Book (and you like hip hop), you should.
2. Chance The Rapper made Grammy history by becoming the first artist (black, white, or whatever) to win for a streaming-only album release.
3. Turns out rapping isn’t all Chance does. Looks like praise is what he does too.
a. I promise that’s a different song.
b. WOO. That Tamela Mann. Come through, liturgical latex!!
c. Yes. I already know I’m going to hell.

Happy Monday, guys!

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Pretty good! Or at least she better be.

Because she’s forever at hockey games.

FOREVER.
SO I’M JUST ASSUMING THAT ALL OF HER HOMEWORK IS DONE.

She feels about hockey the way I feel about USC Football.
Yesterday she got home in the middle of the night
‘cause the BU v Harvard game (BEANPOT game) went into double OT.
(BU won 4-3. Go Terriers! Good dogs!)
And of course I get pics.

Spanky

‘Cause that’s my girl. (I’m kiddin’…EVERYONE KNOWS she’s daddy’s girl)

And there’s this one time THIS happened:

family texts
Well would you look at that. A unicorn!

Or actually, yannow. A black bear?
Well. Technically, that there is Malcolm Hayes, of the University of Maine Black Bears.
I’m sure there’s a completely inappropriate joke in there, but I’m just gonna let it be.
This time.

I know. Black people don’t like to be cold. We are a tropical people.
Or at least I am. I start falling apart around 60 degrees.
BUT. Turns out black folks been playin’ hockey as long as hockey has been around.
In Halifax, Nova Scotia, there was a black hockey league. The league, which started as an informal game among African settlers in Nova Scotia, grew into a makeshift colored league.
It wasn’t an officially sanctioned league of any kind but group of devoted black hockey enthusiasts providing entertaining games to around 1,500 mostly white folk.

One of the earliest blacks in the sport of hockey was Hipple “Hippo” Galloway. Better known as a barnstorming baseball player, Galloway was a star player on his hometown on the Central Ontario Hockey Association, as well as the local baseball team.

Galloway left his hometown in 1899 after an American import on the baseball team objected to his inclusion on the team.

In the late 1940’s, the was Herb Carnegie, star of the Quebec Senior Hockey League. Those who saw Carnegie play describe him as one of the fastest and most skilled players ever.
Carnegie should have been the first in the NHL had it not been for the “alleged prejudice” of the day.
Unlike football, baseball or basketball, the NHL never had an official policy banning blacks from playing.
But there were suspicions of an unofficial policy, especially when Toronto Maple Leaf owner Conn Smythe is said to have said, “I’ll give any man $10,000 who can make Herb Carnegie white.”

All of the side eye. ALL OF IT!

TO BE FAIR, I guess, Carnegie would get a shot at the NHL later in his career. The New York Rangers gave him a training camp tryout, and offered him a contract but they wanted him to apprentice a year in the minor leagues. Carnegie said FUUUCKTHAT and returned home to his young family in Quebec where he earned more money than he would have in the NHL. So there.

It was not until January 18, 1958 when Willie O’Ree took to the ice for the Boston Bruins (I just can’t get away from Boston, y’all) in a game against the Montreal Canadians that a black man would debut in the NHL. By doing so O’Ree ensured himself a place in hockey history as the “Jackie Robinson of hockey.” Or maybe “Willie O’Ree, First Black Hockey Player” I dunno.

ANYWAYS. To date there’s been 52 black folks who have played in the NHL.
Including Gerald Coleman- First graduate of NHL’s diversity program.

Look at us, y’all.
We outchea. Freezing our asses off.

The other day I was watching some Korean equivalent of America’s got Talent! Or maybe it was The Voice or…something. I dunno. There was a girl singing and people judging her and it was all in Korean. Except the song the girl sang.
Why am I watching Korean shows, you ask? ‘Cause The Brat is home. And she felt the need to make me watch all the shit I haven’t had to watch since she’s been away at college.

ANYWAYS.
Me: I don’t think she picked a good song. I think I’d like it better if she was singing the original version.
Brat: ….?
Me: The Fugee version is a cover. The original singer of this song is Roberta Flack.
To be fair, there’s not really a reason you should know that. That song is WAAAY before your time. And really, I was barely born when that song came out.

My mom (who’s visiting): That CAN NOT be true. That song isn’t THAT old. (Did she just call me old?)
Me: It was released in 1973. I wasn’t even 1 year old yet. (Thanks, Google!)

My mom: DAMN.

And because I’m a jerk, I felt immeasurably better knowing that even though this entire conversation made me feel old, I managed to make MY mom feel even older.

#jerksforlife