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Yeah...I was with Steve Smith back in 2005. He may not remember it but I do.


Two drinks in Jalen not only would "dip them french fries" but would turn into...

 

I was nearly disinvited from a friend's Jay Z Beyoncé: On The Run watch party because of my habit of referring to her as Bouncy... I had to promise to be on my best behavior so that the super fans and I didn't come to blows over the course of the evening.

 

This looks like one of those pictures someone posts on ig or fb when they want everyone to show off their week-old relationship.
"Bae is so silly,but I love him"

 

when i tell you, i HATE the steelers, whew i really do. but antonio is cute. and ain't no way i'd pass on the chance to eat that round muffin lol #hetwerks

 

Dude sounds like one of those tops on tumblr and myvidster talknbout boy pussy.

 

Idk who was luckier, Yusaf not getting sued for the lil $300 he makes per scene, or the barber for not catching the full set of hands from a professional boxer.

 

That status won't last for long. I'm sure the Media outlets and Blog sites and news reporters will harp on this man's singleness in comparison to his looks relentlessly and plant 'gay" rumors until he finally breaks down and gets hitched with someone, plants some seeds, and f#$ks up his career. smh. It'd be nice if he'd stick to his guns, but the Media is a bitch.

 

In light of everyone's adoration of her,I have decided to start referring to her as The Beyonce.

 

I swear I thought they had Darius Leonard (#53) hugging DeForest Buckner (#99) from behind

 

Cleveland Browns wide receiver Odell Beckham Jr. says he was not offended by people speculating that he is gay, a rumor that got turbocharged in 2015 when various Carolina Panthersused gay slurs against him in a game when he was with the New York Giants.

In a wide-ranging interview with GQ, writer Mark Anthony Green asked Beckham about the speculation about his sexuality.

GQ: There was a period of time when a lot of gossip sites — specifically black gossip sites — would constantly say that you were closeted. They’d call you “excited” in a hot-tub photo with your teammates or simply just say you’re gay. How’d that make you feel?

Beckham: I’ve never had an opportunity to talk about this. Honestly wasn’t offended. I’ve never once had no problem with anybody who has their own personal life that they live. I have friends who are gay. It was almost more funny to me. I almost messed with them even more. It’s like when someone gives me an ultimatum, I’m usually always going to go to the opposite way of what you want me to go. So when they would say that, I would almost mess with them even more. I have no problem with anyone’s sexual orientation.

GQ: I feel like posts like that only contribute to homophobia in the black community. The idea that someone must be gay — or that being gay is in any way shameful — because they’re dancing or have blond hair seems so small-minded.

Beckham: Or because they’re “close with other men.” Even like little videos where they see me leaned back or something, they’ll say that I’m looking at a guy’s ass. And I’m like, “Bro! You don’t even know where my mind is at.” It was just a lose-lose. They’d see me with a white woman and be like, “Why don’t you be with any sisters?” I have no problem with any race. Love is love. If you’re attracted to somebody, you’re attracted to somebody. There was such a stigma built up, [as though] I don’t like my own women. It’s like, no, I don’t like anybody who annoys me. [laughs]

GQ: You’ve talked a lot about media being unfair. Does it hurt worse when black media sites are unfairly critical of you?

Beckham: Yes, it makes it worse when it comes from the black community. I feel like everything is a double standard. You want us to support the black community, and then you go out and bash black people for being happy. So someone can’t be happy, someone can’t be dancing. “Oh, he’s always around guys, he’s never around girls.” I just don’t want you to see what woman I’m with, and I don’t want you in my personal life. I always try to keep my personal life my personal life. I feel like I don’t owe that to anybody.​

Beckham never defines what his sexual orientation is, though I assume he is saying he is not gay, especially since he says earlier in the interview: “You never hear about the woman I’m dating or anything like that. And you won’t. I don’t need to give you that.”

Beckham was suspended one game in December 2015 after on-field altercations with then-Panthers cornerback Josh Norman. After the game, members of the Giants organization and the media said Beckham was the target of homophobic slurs on the field before the game. I asked Norman at the 2016 Super Bowl about the incident and he denied using gay slurs against Beckham.

The GQ interview was the first time I have seen Beckham address the rumors about his sexuality. I think it would have been appropriate for Green to ask Beckham to define his sexuality since he was willing to discuss the topic.

Nonetheless, I applaud Beckham’s “I don’t care” response. It is much better than acting as if being gay is something that has to be strenuously denied or referred to as “silly” and “crazy rumors” like another NFL star did. And Beckham’s “love is love” line is pitch-perfect.

Odell Beckham Jr. not bothered by people saying he is gay

 

A long but highly recommended read...




Michael Sam is at the podium. There’s no commissioner’s hand to shake, no NFL team hat to put on. He faces out at a room that’s less than half full.

For the past year, this has been his primary source of income – booking speaking engagements on college campuses. Arizona State University’s Global Sports Institute has invited him to discuss “defining oneself in the 21st century.”

It's Valentine's Day and it's raining in the Phoenix area. Inside Beus Center for Law and Society, Sam looks down at his notes. His arms bulge out of his dress shirt. Besides a handful of grey hairs, he looks like he could still play defensive end.

He starts his speech simply: “I’ve learned a lot about myself.”

It’s a brash understatement. It’s been five years since he publicly came out and then became the first openly gay football player drafted into the NFL. Five years since he burst into prime time with a one-on-one with Oprah, was on the cover of Sports Illustrated, won an Arthur Ashe award for courage at the ESPYs and was one of GQ’s Men of the Year.

In early spring, 2014, he was an icon and all trajectories pointed upward.

But then he never played an official NFL game. Instead, he fizzled out of the public’s consciousness — pulled apart by pressure, bigotry and his own shortcomings. He fell into a cycle of drugs and alcohol until he nearly self-destructed.

So, did he learn a lot about himself? Sure, but it almost killed him.

At the podium, his speech is succinct, focusing on courage in the face of hate. He ends with a quote from Martin Luther King Jr.: “One day we will stand on the mountaintop of history.” Afterward he takes questions from the audience and unleashes his charm. When asked about his appearance on “Dancing with the Stars,” he says, “I think I was probably a stripper in my last lifetime,” to a chorus of laughs.

He’s asked about coming out, then about playing for the Rams. It’s as if the audience wants to reminisce on those few months when the world seemed more hopeful, when Michael Sam nearly changed sports forever. But five years is a long time.

After the talk, he meets me at a bar across the street, inside the Sheraton. He has a relieved smile. He orders a cabernet, and live Jazz standards echo off the wall. The rain has stopped.

“So,” he says, “where should we start?”

*****

Maybe the place to begin this story is at the bottom.

It was August 2016 — it’s hard to say what day exactly, it was mostly a blur then. Sam woke up in his Los Angeles apartment after a particularly long night and looked in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, with large bags under them. He looked unhealthy.

He’d arrived in L.A. a few months earlier with lofty ambitions. His NFL dreams might have been dead but he hoped to reinvent himself as a TV personality.

It started promising; he had interviews with a handful of large media companies. But then the callbacks didn’t come and the rejections piled up. And as they did, Sam dove head-first into L.A.’s seductive nightlife scene.

He drank, did hard drugs — MDMA and cocaine. He had many “associates,” but few friends.

After one night out, he got into a heated argument with a group of men, yelling and cursing — “I will lay your ass on the ground,” he screamed at one man. The scene was recorded and sold to TMZ. His shame mounted.

And so on that August morning, looking in the mirror, he knew he had to leave. He packed up everything, got in his Audi and headed back home to Texas. He wanted to call someone, but who? He rarely spoke to his best friends, the love of his life was moving on, and his family was estranged. To know him was to leave him.

Somewhere between Phoenix and Dallas, he was overcome by his emotions.

*****

Growing up in Hitchcock, Texas, Michael Sam had a burdensome childhood. His father left home when he was 5. His older brother, Julian, who he calls his “protector,” went missing when he was 8. When Julian was pronounced dead in 2000, it marked the third child the family had lost.

One of Sam’s favorite memories from his childhood happened two months after Julian’s disappearance. Sam’s brother Christopher showed up with a trunk full presents for Christmas. His mother, JoAnn, is a Jehovah’s Witness and normally doesn’t celebrate holidays. But when Christopher arrived with all those gifts, it didn’t matter that they were stolen, for one day Sam felt like any other kid.


It was short-lived. Christopher and his other brother Josh became physically and emotionally abusive, says Sam, once burning his hand with an iron. He blamed his father and resented his mother.

“I believe she chose to ignore the horror going on in her household,” he says. “She didn’t want to lose any other kids and I understand that.”

Once on the football field, his anger became his greatest weapon, and he found security in a network of coaches willing to mentor him. Football was also his lone connection to his father, who would sit in the stands at Hitchcock High most games his senior season.

Sometimes he’d give Michael advice afterward. “I craved that love,” Sam says. Then he wouldn’t see his father until the next game.


At the University of Missouri, Sam found a “family” in his teammates. But he initially struggled with his sexuality, wondering if he was just “going through a phase.” By the time he met Vito Cammisano at a house party freshman year, he was secure with his identity but still unwilling to be open about it.

Their first date came two years later. It was a movie. It might have been “Sherlock Holmes,” but Sam was so smitten with Cammisano he can’t remember. “It was amazing,” Sam recalls. To avoid any rumors, they sat with one seat in between them. This became a contentious part of their relationship.

For months Cammisano, a swimmer at Missouri, would sneak into Sam’s dorm bedroom through a window. They broke up for a time, then reconnected. Sam knew the health of his relationship was contingent on owning who he is.

He started by confiding in Marvin Foster, his roommate and teammate.

“I knew Vito,” Foster said. “He really understood Michael.”

Before his senior season, Sam came out to his teammates during a bonding exercise.

With his newfound freedom and acceptance, Sam transformed from a middling player with seven career sacks into the SEC’s most ferocious defender, winning the 2013 conference defensive player of the year award.

After the season, one mock draft projected him as high as the 37th overall pick in the upcoming NFL draft.

Sam’s future seemed secure.



In the months leading up to the draft, Sam and his agents discussed waiting until after his first NFL season to publicly reveal his sexuality. Ultimately, though, they wanted to “own the narrative.”



“I’m a man and woman type of guy,” Sam Sr. said, claiming that Deacon Jones, the Hall of Fame defensive lineman and a symbol of American grit, would be “turning over in his grave” at Michael’s announcement.

Sam read the quotes and tried to shrug it off, “That’s just the way he is,” he told friends. But he was crushed.

On the football side, some scouts began labeling him as a potential “distraction” for NFL teams, and one unnamed NFL executive claimed Sam would “chemically unbalance” a locker room.

Through it all, Sam remained undaunted.

“I thought the whole thing would blow over in a couple weeks,” he says.



Sam was in San Diego for the draft, flanked by Cammisano and Sam’s two agents. Through three days and six rounds they waited, his name yet to be called. The stress mounted. Sam began to doubt his decision to come out publicly.

Late in the seventh and final round, the St. Louis Rams were on the clock with consecutive picks. Before announcing their selections, general manager Les Snead called Demetrius Rhaney, a center from Tennessee State.

“We’re going to draft you with the second of these picks,” Snead told Rhaney. “But no one is going to remember because of the guy we take before you.”

The Rams selected Michael Sam with the 249th overall pick – the lowest a reigning SEC defensive player of the year has ever been selected, by more than 100 spots. Live TV cameras were focused on Sam’s reaction and when his name was called, he turned and kissed Cammisano, then playfully rubbed cake in his face. Social media exploded.

To some he was changing stereotypes as few athletes ever had. President Obama even tweeted his congratulations.

However, in a snap national HuffPost/YouGov poll, nearly half the respondents thought broadcasting the kiss was “inappropriate.” One journalist snidely asked if Jackie Robinson would ever rub cake on his wife’s face.


Dozens of reporters greeted Sam at Rams training camp. Everything from his three-point stance to his shower habits was critiqued. He did his best to tune out the noise.

“He came to work,” Snead says. “He played with a sense of urgency.”

During one intense practice, a frustrated Rams player lashed out at Sam, calling him a “faggot.” Practice was immediately halted.

While at Missouri, Sam had been targeted in a similar situation. A teammate berated him with homophobic language, and Sam became so enraged he walked off the field and went home. This time he stood his ground and seconds later was offered an apology.

“That moment was when I earned respect from my teammates,” he said.

In the fourth quarter of the team’s third preseason game against the Browns, Sam rushed off the edge and sacked former Heisman winner Johnny Manziel. He sprung up in pure elation, pumped his fist, then rubbed his fingers together, hands held high — mocking Johnny Football’s favorite celebration. By now the stakes were evident; Sam was playing for a silent minority he knew well.

“There are probably hundreds of athletes in the closet,” says Tyler Dunnington, a former baseball player in the St. Louis Cardinals organization who came out after he left baseball. “We were cheering on his every step.”

A week before the regular season began, the Rams cut him.

“You played really well,” head coach Jeff Fisher told him over the phone.

Despite being the only player who recorded at least 2.5 sacks that preseason (he had three) to not at least make the practice squad, Sam felt the Rams gave him a fair shot.

“They did right by me,” he says now.

Three days later, the Dallas Cowboys called and offered him a contract. It all seemed perfect, America’s Team set to usher in a new era of America’s game. Sam, however, lingered on the practice squad. After six weeks, team owner Jerry Jones called him into his office wrapped in mahogany wood and full of memorabilia and trophies.

“You ever see a Super Bowl ring before?” Jones asked, before handing Sam one. “Hopefully we can bring one to Dallas this year.”

Sam’s eyes lit up. Was this the moment he’d be called up to the 53-man roster? Then, like a pick-six, the conversation took a swift turn.

“Well, sit down,” Jones said. “We're going to have to let you go.”

Sam walked outside, his head still spinning.

“I was like, holy s---.”



The 2014 season ended and Sam hadn’t played an official down of NFL football. The next few months were a whirlwind. In January, while on vacation in Italy, Sam and Cammisano got engaged. Shortly after, he played in the NFL veteran’s combine but ran a poor 40-yard dash north of 5 seconds. (Although it was reported every athlete’s times at the combine were slow due to possible faulty equipment.) He then taped the next season of “Dancing with the Stars” in L.A.

Some criticized Sam’s choice to do the TV show at the perceived expense of his football career, but as he told a reporter in Dallas at the time, without football “this is my source of income.”

Meanwhile, Jim Popp, general manager of the CFL’s Alouettes, had been calling Sam’s agents for months pitching liberal Montreal as a logical landing place for the first gay professional football player. He offered Sam C$100,000, a hefty salary for a CFL rookie with no NFL experience. Cameron Weiss, one of Sam’s agents, helped convince Sam it was the quickest way back into the NFL.

In the fourth week of “Dancing with the Stars,” Sam performed to “Not My Father’s Son,” from the musical “Kinky Boots.”

It’s not easy to be this type of man"

To breathe freely was not in his plans"

At the end of the episode, the judges praised him for his vulnerability but he was voted off by the fans. A few weeks later he was on a plane to Montreal.


When Sam arrived in Montreal in May of 2015, Cammisano stayed back in Dallas. They had broken off their engagement but were trying to work on their relationship.

Ever since the “kiss seen round the world” on draft night, their relationship had been in the spotlight. Sam was no longer gay in the abstract sense, and vitriol came from everywhere – bigots, trolls, colleagues, even those within the LBGT community.

At Arizona State he told the small crowd this was, in part, “because I was dating a white guy.”

The crowd laughed.

“Oh, I’m serious,” Sam said.

Cammisano, meanwhile, felt the wrath from the other side. Was he just in it for status?

“It was f---ing exhausting and mentally draining,” Sam says.

As Alouettes training camp started, Sam struggled and The Montreal Gazette reported he was out of shape.

“I didn’t want to be in Montreal,” Sam admits now. “I felt like I had to do it for the community.”

By phone Cammisano encouraged him to “be strong,” but in mid-June Sam abruptly left for Dallas, telling management he needed to “go home.” The Alouettes kept him on the active roster, which would allow him to rejoin the team. Popp told the Gazette, “If he doesn’t come back, I would think football’s over for him.”

Two weeks later Sam returned and played in his first game — 12 snaps, no tackles. He had become the first openly gay CFL player in history, but he found it difficult to celebrate. His relationship with Cammisano was dissolving. To cope, Sam partied and drank, even the night before his first game.

A week after his lone appearance he left the team for good, tweeting that he was “concerned for his mental health.” Whether he was ready to admit it or not, his career was finished.


Sam moved back to Columbia, Missouri, next door to his best friend Foster, and got into a familiar routine. He took classes toward a master’s degree in sports psychology and worked out every day. He hadn’t made peace with football but was trying to move on.

To get a jump start on his next career, he reached out to the NFL’s player engagement department asking for help. The NFL flew him to New York and put him up in a hotel. Sam assumed it was leading to a job interview. He was given a tour of the league’s offices, “then they just sent me on my way.”

Frustrated, he left Missouri and headed back to Dallas. His communication with his college friends became erratic, he often ignored calls or he’d text back weeks later. When they did catch him on the phone, he could be antagonistic.

“[It was] him versus us,” Foster says.

Sam moved into the same house as Cammisano and hoped to work things out. “I felt like if I could get him back everything would be OK,” he says. But they lived in separate rooms and had separate lives.

That’s when Sam headed to L.A., and soon found himself staring into that mirror.

Four years earlier, during Sam’s junior year, while struggling with his decision to come out to his teammates, he and Cammisano got into an argument.

“Who do you see when you look in the mirror?” Cammisano asked him.

change – he and Cammisano might work out this time." data-reactid="277" style="margin-bottom: 1em; color: rgb(38, 40, 42); font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">That question swirled in Sam’s mind as he packed his bags and left L.A. He thought if he could somehow answer that question – somehow change – he and Cammisano might work out this time.

But wherever you go, there you are.

*****

In the fall of 2016, back in Dallas, he was a broken man. He became increasingly depressed and drank more. He stayed with Cammisano for a while but by then he had given up any hope of rekindling the relationship. He moved into a one-bedroom apartment and “brought the L.A. lifestyle” with him.

He reached out to organizations and companies in sports and the LGBT community but “no one would give me a job,” he says. “Where was the support that I got for coming out? I felt like I was used by everyone.”

He’d party at night, wake up and go to the gym, then sit alone in his apartment, doing lines of cocaine.

“I felt lost and worthless,” he says.

This went on for months.

In February of last year, at a Mardi Gras festival in St. Louis, some friends noticed he was struggling. One friend mentioned that he’d heard an ayahuasca retreat to the Peruvian Amazon could be life changing.

Sam knew almost nothing about ayahuasca but found online it was an extract with hallucinogenic properties mixed into tea used by ancient Amazonian tribes. Although in the western world it’s sometimes characterized as a fringe drug favored by hippies and new-age herbalists, it has recently become more popular with some mainstream neuroscientists as a way to break down emotional barriers and treat PTSD.

During these retreats strangers come together seeking some authentic truth about themselves that might be revealed while in their hallucinogenic states. The tea is administered under the direction of a shaman, and reactions are varied. Some report violent physical and emotional pain — nausea, vomiting and diarrhea — and mind-altering states. One man wrote he descended into a place where he was “watching a movie of every mistake I’d ever made.”

During the second evening, Sam sipped the tea and went into a trance. He was told to let go and be vulnerable. “It was as if my soul left my body,” he says. He won’t talk much more about his experience other than he found himself in the fetal position crying uncontrollably.

A few weeks later, in the summer of 2018, he backpacked alone through Europe and had a realization: “I can’t do this alone.” On his return to Dallas, he stopped hard drugs, joined workout groups and learned to meditate. He moved into a new apartment and began the long, arduous process of forgiveness.




He started by making a list of the people he held resentments toward.

He spoke to his brother Chris, who is now serving a 30-year prison sentence. Their conversation was brief. Chris, Sam says, began to say he was sorry for the abuse but partly blamed his behavior on their father.

“I don’t need an apology now,” Michael says. “As a family, we’ve been through a lot.”

He keeps in communication with his mother, Josh and sisters through a group text chat. He’s also reconnected with Foster and his best friends from college.

“We talk probably every other day,” Foster says.

Michael and Cammisano are now friends and, Sam says, at some point they’ll sit down and make amends.

Before Christmas, he texted his father and said he wanted to see him.

Sam, Sr. is now in an assisted living facility 25 minutes outside Dallas. He’s 57 and mostly confined to a wheelchair. Sam hadn’t seen him since his senior game against Oklahoma State five years earlier. Sam arrived at an expansive one-story brick building and his father led him inside. The conversation was terse. During most of the visit, they sat in silence watching a Dallas Cowboys game. As Sam got up to leave he told his father he loved him.

For Sam, the hardest person to forgive, perhaps, is himself. He’ll never be an NFL player and the trailblazer many thought he would be.

He tries to put his NFL experience into perspective.

“I wish I was still playing football,” he says, “but I know if I was in the NFL I wouldn’t have a relationship with my family.”

Nearing last call at the Sheraton hotel bar, the night of his lecture at Arizona State, the jazz has died down and just a handful of people are left at the bar. As he gets up to leave, Sam has a piece of news. “My father texted me today,” he says. “He wished me Happy Valentine’s Day.”

His eyes gleam. “It felt nice.”

He wishes me goodnight and heads to the elevator. He rose the following morning, and headed back to Dallas. Happiness is, at times, still elusive, but for now that’s OK.

“It’s an ongoing process,” he says.

 

The video is in French(if you watch with cc on) but I thought it was dope to share. This dude is mad talented.
Burundian Karim Abdul teaches roller staking to mostly orphans and impoverished children in Kigali, Rwanda.

 

“I think as I get older …I’m going to need to take—play a key role in kind of integrating swimming into inner city communities a lot more.” – Reece Whitley

If you haven’t heard of Reece Whitley, it’s only a matter of time.

Towering at 6 foot-8, the 17-year-old swimmer who slices through water with record precision, could become the new face of the U.S. Olympic swimming team in 2020.

And that face is Black.

In a sport that is historically and overwhelmingly white, Whitley not only stands out because he is African-American, but he’s gaining respect and notoriety by smashing records in the pool since he was 13 years old.

“I kind of enjoy looking at people giving me weird looks,” Whitley told The New York Times. “I use it as motivation to get so fast it makes people freak out because I’m challenging their preconceptions.”



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@_reecewhitley Stands Tall After Winning 50 Breast C Final in 28.25 #Phillips66Nats

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Last year, Whitley, a high school senior, was motivated to post the seventh-fastest time among American men in the 200-meter breaststroke.

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Just asking...which pool deck will @_reecewhitley grace his freshman year 2019, east or west coast? @MichaelPhelps@PennCharter

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Whitley, who plans to attend The University of California, Berkeley, is one of the nation’s most exceptional recruits. He broke the national high school record this year in the breast stroke competition and his times, according to media reports, have been faster than many previous Olympians at the same age.

If he makes the U.S. Olympic team, Whitley would be a fresh face, a student who studies Mandarin Chinese, chemistry and algebra and by all accounts is a responsible young man.

I appreciate that Whitely embraces his blackness, challenges preconceptions, and wants to promote the sport of swimming in African-American communities.

More Black kids must learn to swim. According to a recent study by the USA Swimming Foundation, 64 percent of African-American children can’t swim. Two-time Olympic gold medalist Cullen Jones, Whitley’s historic African-American predecessor on the swimming stage, was a spokesman for Make A Splash an organization that helped make it easier for kids to swim.

Whitley could also inspire more Black kids to swim the way Venus and Serena Williams have encouraged more Black kids to play tennis.

Whitley would also be an earnest presence in a sport that could use a boost. Its highest profile athlete, and the most awarded Olympian of all time, Michael Phelps, has retired.

Olympic swimmer Ryan Lochte embarrassed the U.S. swim team and had to issue a public apology after a well-publicized event at the Rio Olympics in 2016.

Last week, a Brazilian court dismissed the criminal case against Lochte, who had been charged with filing a false robbery report during the Olympics in Rio de Janeiro.

Lochte, a six-time Olympic gold medalist, was involved in a confrontation with security guards at a gas station and later admitted that he was drunk. He served a 10-month suspension from the U.S. national swim team for his behavior in Rio but was ultimately cleared of all wrongdoing.

Whitley doesn’t bring any drama to swimming. A native of Philadelphia, PA., Whitley loves playing basketball and baseball but is now a committed full-time swimmer. His parents are both doctors: his mother is a pediatrician, and his father is an ear, nose, and throat surgeon.

“The trials may be six months too early for him,” Rowdy Gaines, a three-time Olympic gold medalist who is part of NBC’s Olympic swimming broadcasting team, told The New York Times.

“He’s going to be the best breaststroker in the world,” Gaines added. “I’ve never seen a breaststroker with his talent. It’s not even close.”

Later this month, Phelps, 32, will be back in the news for his swimming skills – but this time Phelps will be racing a Great White shark for the kickoff to Discovery’s annual weeklong event, Shark Week. The show, Phelps vs. Shark: Great Gold vs. Great White, will be filmed off the coast of Cape Town, South Africa.

It’s unclear exactly how Phelps will race a Great White shark in open water, but I guess that’s part of the promotional hype.

In the meantime, Whitley doesn’t have to race sharks for publicity: At 6-foot-8, the swift-swimming teen sensation already stands way above the pack.

Is The Next Michael Phelps A Black Teenager?

 

That last tweet though...



San Francisco 49er’s quarterback Colin Kaepernick’s decision to no longer stand for the national anthem in an effort to draw attention to the way African Americans are treated in the U.S. has set off a firestorm of criticism and, unsurprisingly, a deluge a racist attacks.

Commentators pointed out that the athlete remained sitting on the bench as the anthem played during Friday night’s preseason game against the Green Bay Packers.

In a post-game interview on the NFL Network, Kaepernick explained that he was taking a different kind of stand, referencing Black Lives Matter in a roundabout way.

“I am not going to stand up to show pride in a flag for a country that oppresses black people and people of color,” Kaepernick told reporters. “To me, this is bigger than football and it would be selfish on my part to look the other way. There are bodies in the street and people getting paid leave and getting away with murder.”

Criticism on Twitter ran from attacks on Kaepernick by questioning his patriotism in light of the millions he earns as an NFL star, to extensive use of the “N-word” from racists who are a source of many of the problems African Americans face in the U.S,.

A sampling below:

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Says the man that makes $11 million a year in this oppressive country 'http://usat.ly/2bsIJcJ via@forthewin

11:38 AM - 27 Aug 2016



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This nigger Colin Kaepernick has a $114M contract to throw a fucking ball. Yeah, blacks are so oppressed in America.

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Colin Kaepernick is "keepin it real" and gets the prestigious "nigger of the day" award overtaking Will Smith in hardcore nigger status.

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Blatant disrespect doesn't work well for impacting change. Feel free to find a country that supports you better. #Colin Kaepernick

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@NYDailyNews @Kaepernick7 @ShaunKing Hey CK missed your protest of blks murdering each other in Chicago in droves. Selective activist

11:35 AM - 27 Aug 2016

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Colin Kaepernick is oppressed? All those millions of dollars and FREEDOM TO PROTEST must be so hard to cope with. How does he do it?

12:25 PM - 27 Aug 2016

NtheNite2 @NtheNite2
Between the political activism of Roger Goodell and Colin Kaepernick, the NFL is really beginning to nauseate me.

12:29 PM - 27 Aug 2016

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Kick @MatthewKick
The 49ers should refuse to stand and watch Colin Kaepernick play football & no longer support a QB whose play horribly oppresses their team

12:24 PM - 27 Aug 2016

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mrs. g @SurfPHX
But...you have no issue cashing your paycheck here in The United States Of America though.http://usat.ly/2bsIJcJ

11:52 AM - 27 Aug 2016

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MOBI-WAN @28thVerse
All of you faggot cucks worshiping nigger athletes like Colin Kaepernick are getting what you want. You want to be shit on. Kill yourselves.
12:14 PM - 27 Aug 2016

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There was also plenty of support for Kaepernick — including from the 49er’s who said they respected his decision — but one tweet summed up those who are ripping about the quarterback’s stance:

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Alphonso @VGIII
Why is the crowd that says America is no longer great, upset with Colin Kaepernick for pointing out flaws in America?

12:29 PM - 27 Aug 2016

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http://www.sbnation.com/lookit/2016/2/28/11129028/nfl-combine-chris-jones-penis-dikk-wiener-balls
By Jacob Price

Okay, this is Chris Jones. His dick fell out at the Combine. I'm not sure what else to say.

So, listen. I went to the Combine as a fan last year. They place a lot of emphasis on being completely silent because "You wouldn't want someone bothering you during the biggest job interview of your life."

Now imagine being at the biggest job interview of your life and your dick just, you know, popping out. This is your new nightmare. You'll never sleep soundly again because you're going to spend the rest of your life terrified that your dangalang is going to peek its head around the corner at a job interview. Sorry.





Here, check out our Mississippi State blog and learn a little more about Chris Jones' on-field abilities. He's pretty good!

 

I’ve been pretty open about my sexuality or should I say sexual desires with readers. For example, I talked about the male scent within a past post titled Who Likes Musky Nutts?, so I aint scared.

Watching the NFL at times can be a sensory overload of masculinity, testosterone and eye candy. This past Sunday was no different. After hours of binge watching football (typical weekend) a random thought occurred to me after seeing numerous sideline scenes with professional water boys squirting Gatorade into the mouths of players.



Let me point out these “water boys” are actual professional grown men, who I’m sure take their jobs very seriously. Nonetheless as a homosexual man, I would still feel uncomfortable with another man pouring or squirting water into my mouth…in public, that is. I’ve known how to drink liquids before I learned how to tie my shoes. Hell I’m thinking, “I don’t need your assistance man.”



In many instances, Waterboys go to where the players are on the sideline instead of the players having to walk down the long sideline to where the “water” is located while there is play stoppage on the field. So this is just one example of how they do play a much needed role.

From the perspective of the water boy…if I was a water boy who happened to be a homosexual man, I could absolutely control my urges, actions and remain professional while doing my job, while keeping my “You’ve got a pretty mouth” comments to myself.


However as with many people, I have sexual thoughts throughout the day and doubt they would disappear on the field. Having to look at mouth after mouth, lips after lips, attached to these attractive gladiators of the grind iron, would give me plenty of masturbatory imagery that would be housed in my memory banks.

I feel I could see myself purposely bumping the tip of the water bottle against certain player’s lips while saying, “Oops, let me get it back in there.” Ok that’s enough of me letting you into my fantasies.











Read the whole post here.

 

Not necessarily "chill"during the game, because I'm actually watching it , but still.

 

I just love how the kid is doin him, n genuinely loves bein a ham (doesnt stand for hot azz mess, btw). I think its a great thing that he's enjoying a life that many guys would kill for. Not to mention, the kid has on field receipts.

 

Rugby's a really great point bc them dudes go padless

Edit: Futbol and rugby players be fine af..especially the rugby dudes with them thick ass thighs

 

Anther thing. It seems that women sports are light-years ahead of accepting lbgt players having gay relationships with each other and even marrying each other in the same sport or league. Brittney and Glory (WNBA) or Joanna Lohman and Lianne Sanderson (soccer). I said this before but what if someone like Le'veon bell and OB3 or say Kelvin Benjamin and Larry Fitzgerald(both dread heads lol ) or Tyrann Mathieu and Victor Cruz were in a open gay relationship and decided to get married. Would fans and teammates be open to that like in women sports? Would Marcellus be open to coming to the wedding if invited?

There is a huge double standard of acceptance between lesbian athletes and black gay male athletes.

 

Yeah, Ocktavia, stop being messy

 

Look Fuck Christiane Amanpour, Hala Gorani, Richard Quest, Becky Anderson, Anderson Cooper, Sherlock Holmes and Nancy Drew this years Peabody Award should go to Nick Delmacy for 'Best Investigative Journalism: Minorities in Sports Edition'. For outstanding interpretation and utilization of Social media, cryptic tweets, Time and Date stamped receipts, and overall Audience Capture!

 

Hes my type

Spoiler: chocolate cake

 

So anyone notice how this man's junk has been on display for the world to see for days now and ain't nobody complained about how his rights to privacy have been violated?

Whea is the equal right brigade at because they'd be losing their sh!t if Becky's twat was on display like this.

Just something to think about. I'm not really expecting people to care. Just something I wanted to point out.

 

Its fukn laughable. I would love for someone to say that to me, just so I could go full Petty Pendergrass n then ask God to forgive me later for completely deleting any self esteem that that unfortunate looking man may have once had.

 

All hoteps got sexual perversity in their own closets, thus their need to scapegoat and the fixate on LGBT folk. A few of the snapshots:

1. Elijah Muhammad banging and knocking up teenage girls...see Autobiography of Malcolm X.
19 Children of Muslim Leader Battle a Bank for $5.7 Million
Oh, and as some scholars have finally admitted, Malcolm himself was trade and a gay prostitute before becoming a black Muslim.

2. If you were around in the New Jack era, you probably saw "Dr York's" black Hebrew followers in turbans and white sheets on streets in NYC, Chicago, ATL and other cities...before he was given life in prison for being America's most prolific pedophile and sex trafficker
Dwight York - Wikipedia

3. Umar Johnson's love for women of ill repute (at least she was an adult)
Conscious Stripper & Why She Exposed Dr. Umar Johnson

4. Ben Chavis and James Bevel, two Christian ministers who got caught up with Farrakhan and the Nation of Islam (Chavis even joined the Nation at one point). Chavis used NAACP funds to cover up affairs and sexual harassment; Bevel, who helped with the Million Man March, was a former associate of MLK that was convicted of incest and child molestation before he died
The Downfall Of Dr. Benjamin F. Chavis
Civil Rights Leader Convicted of Incest

Lastly, I love Amaechi's comment about dude flattering himself; they always think they're the desire of both men and women. Reminds me of this gay cartoonist's strip

 

Also he talked about going to a pent houses with girls. SO what if Eseara wanted to go to a pent house full of 10 good looking male gay models. Would his teammate be willing to join just to chill and smoke and drank, play cards? O while Eseara went to other room to get the gay VIP service of course lol.

The sad truth for a Gay player is that their going to have to be a player on the level of an OB3 or vet like Larry Fitz to make it. Also have really stuff skin to deal with the taunting.

Another thing that's not talked about is I believe there're prob more bi-sexual and pan-sexual NFLers than gay players (*coughing Kerry Rh...Cough cough lol). But then your getting into word label technicality and the sexuality fluidity scale stuff. Try explaining being pan-sexual to the public and teammates lol.

 

People are so corny dude...I'm so tired of hearing about this...OBJ can do wtf he wants...I hope he's not gay either...I would hate for him to give all of those people the satisfaction...black men are painted a very narrow box...your either a thug (if you wear baggy clothes and talk a certain), an Uncle Tom (if you speak correct English and your clothes fit) or your gay...there's no in between for us and it's kind of unfortunate...I appreciate that he sort of breaks the mold of what we usually see from NFL players, which is these hyper masculine dudes with no personality and a scowl...

 

Wow, Im horrible. I didnt even know he was from my city. Something about him makes him sexy and I think that has more to do with his easy going nature and smile.

He looks like he will have fun with you just because. Like a bf that would jus enjoy your precense. He enjoys life and those close to him. I know his woman must be so happy.

He has a nice body as well...lol

 

I was thinking the same thing. If OBJ was white he wouldn't be considered gay. The black community is so obsessed with trying to out people. It's like we really have a hard time believing that one of our own is gay still.

 

Odell is just a care free young black dude with money enjoying himself. We all do weird things when no ones looking he just decided to film it.

 

Uhmmm.....

I'm calling cps .

 

I'm ready to meet him round back. His body is right.

I think men are better with aging because we really can look like that or closer to that at 40+ than most women trying to look like Janet Jackson. I think most women just won't put in the time or just can't if they are juggling other responsibilities.

I for one am tired of being the thick one of my circle.

 

It also should be noted (if im not mistaken) that Amire's views are probably influenced by Black Hebrew Israelite's ideology.



They are the "HOTEP" folk outside the subway stations talking about conspiracy theories concerning blk folk; they believe blk ppl are the "true" inheritors of Israel. They also believe the LGBT movement is a way to "exterminate blk men and the blk family." Same as the Nation of Islam, 5%ers, and other blk HOTEP folk (ie Umar Johnson).

So Amire views don't really surprise me at all.