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morph verb
morphed; morphing; morphs
Definition of morph
transitive verb: to change the form or character of : TRANSFORM

I don’t follow the NFL like I used to ten years ago, but in the wake of the Antonio Brown saga, which was on every tele screen at local Pubs, I must ask these questions:
Has the definition of “rape” changed? Has the definition of “rape” morphed?
What exactly now is “sexual misconduct”? Is it flirting? Has the definition of “flirting” changed? Am I glad I am not growing up in this era? (Yes!)

Dig me, I am a man and writing from a man’s perspective because I am only hearing these complaints when I am out and about, under restaurant TV screens. One convo goes, “Men can’t help it if we have a nut sack and it produces urges we want to use!”

For what is worth, it seems now that every American woman of the past thirty years may have been or was “raped or “sexually molested” at some point in their distant past, said nothing about it until now, when the “climate” and mores have apparently changed in their favor, and when the guy becomes famous or rich (or both), then they come forward to ruin him. The latest I heard about is Demi Moore doing the #MeToo! Really?? I remember when the deep, gravelly-voiced actress first appeared on General Hospital like, forty years ago! She showed no signs of trauma on the set. Did she tell Bruce Willis about it?

In these instances, why not a civil, private convo years ago when it happened?

All my scores of life, when I heard the four-letter word, “rape” it conjured images of a sex-crazed,”Jack-the-Ripper”-style insane maniac, grabbing a random woman who was maybe walking alone down a darkened street, into a dimly-lit alley and ripping her clothes off in a violent struggle despite her screams and forcibly penetrating her private parts with his dick, in a most savage manner. Has this definition changed?

AND now, as maybe with Mr. Brown, another super-testosterone-charged athlete, we have a different dynamic. I hear the word “consensual” in the mix. Which leads me to believe that there was maybe some playful foreplay involved which led the guy to want more and at first the woman would go “No, don’t…stop..” And then it led to, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” or something similar. Hmmm… So when this modern female thought about it later, I guess she decided, “I didn’t want that to happen, Ewww…” (even though she kinda enjoyed it at the time?) and one thought led to another, like the foreplay itself, which when mixed with the climate of TV news, money and fame morphed the mindset into her speaking out, where she maybe wouldn’t have in the past.

Mr. Brown, why did you have this cute female as your “trainer”? Don’t tough footballers need a man to train them? That choice had UNhappy ending written all over it, from any logical man’s perspective – but these overpaid guys are not thinking with the same “head” as we mere mortal men, right?

I’ve always wondered why a man would stoop to the conduct of rape, when there are such beings as Hookers, and massage parlors (with “happy ending”) and numerable other ways to “get some” much more easily in life – especially if you got long green to spend. Most curiously, how can you maintain an erection when struggling with someone to put it IN? How? How? How? I’ve had “problems” putting it IN when we both wanted it! lol So tell me please, what exactly are the mechanics of “rape” in the past and these days? Please describe in detail for us, what happens in “sexual harassment”?

Traveling overseas earlier this decade, I overheard how most of the rest of the world thinks about America’s sexuality, “They are Puritans publicly and perverts privately.” In other words, hypocrites.

My favorite song by Marvin Gaye is “Sexual Healing”; it was the top of the charts. Do you mean to tell me that if it was released today, it would be associated with “rape”? If so, then America is a country many men need to leave, because there obviously has been an updated definition of “rape”, the memo and specifics about which were not distributed to American men at-large. “Healing”, is what I’m feeling we all need.

“Get up, get up, get up, get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

Ooh baby, now let’s get down tonight

[Verse 1]
Baby I’m hot just like an oven
I need some lovin’
And baby, I can’t hold it much longer
It’s getting stronger and stronger

[Chorus]
And when I get that feeling
I want Sexual Healing
Sexual Healing, oh baby
Makes me feel so fine
Helps to relieve my mind
Sexual Healing baby, is good for me
Sexual Healing is something that’s good for me

[Verse 2]
Whenever blue tear drops are falling
And my emotional stability is leaving me
There is something I can do
I can get on the telephone and call you up baby, and
Honey I know you’ll be there to heal me
The love you give to me will free me
If you don’t know the thing you’re dealing
Oh I can tell you, darling, that it’s Sexual Healing

(Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up)
Let’s make love tonight
(Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up)
‘Cause you do it right

[Bridge]
Baby I got sick this morning
A sea was storming inside of me
Baby I think I’m capsizing
The waves are rising and rising

[Chorus]
And when I get that feeling
I want Sexual Healing
Sexual Healing is good for me
Makes me feel so fine, it’s such a rush
Helps to relieve the mind, and it’s good for us
Sexual Healing, baby, it’s good for me
Sexual Healing is something that’s good for me
And it’s good for me and it’s so good to me
My baby ohhh

[Verse 3]
Come take control, just grab a hold
Of my body and mind soon we’ll be making it
Honey, oh we’re feeling fine
You’re my medicine open up and let me in
Darling, you’re so great
I can’t wait for you to operate

(Heal me my darling)
I can’t wait for you to operate

[Chorus]
When I get this feeling
I need Sexual Healing
Oh when I get this feeling
I need Sexual Healing
I gotta have Sexual Healing, darling
‘Cause I’m all alone
Sexual Healing, darling
‘Till you come back home

Please don’t procrastinate
It’s not good to masturbate”

[May, 2019 while hassling a relocation]

Growing up through my mid-teens, my main sports heroes were Roberto Clemente, Roger Maris, Muhammad Ali and Joe Namath. The latter were two of the most controversial athletes of my comeuppance – that’s one of the main reasons I admired them! Back then, controversy was not sleazy or tabloid like the “reality tv” gossip is today – often catty. It was the beginning of the end of the “Ossie and Harriet era” (if you don’t know what that means, it is your first “homework” assignment after you finish reading this blog post).

Had you happened into my college dorm room, you would have seen this life-size poster, sans the text, on our wall next to my top bunk.

I wonder where I got it from and where is it now? Probably was a casualty of one of the floods that happened while I had stuff stored at my parent’s house back in the mid-1980s. Sad. Regardless, I discovered pro football on TV around the time that the NY Titans became the New York Jets; Pops was a Giant fan.

Consequentially, I smiled to myself with anticipation when I learned of Joe’s new book that came out in May, “All The Way, My Life In Four Quarters” [Little Brown and Company, May 2019] ! Having read a couple of other biography-style books about Joe “Willie” Namath, mainly penned by sports writers through the years, I was first impressed that he, himself wrote this one with a little help from his friends Sean Mortimer and Don Yaeger.

The backdrop (or “drop back to pass”) is Mr. Namath reviewing Super Bowl III from his present kitchen table as he scrutinizes his life simultaneously. He writes about his traditional Catholic family, Hungarian roots, upbringing in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania and his two main football coaching influences, his high school coach, Larry Bruno and the late Paul “Bear” Bryant of the University of Alabama (“Go TIDE!”,he would say here). While Joe relives the greatest win of his professional football career, he self-analyses his foibles, like drinking too many adult beverages (the Suzy Kolber interview) and how he’s now defeated those foes also. I’m impressed that he tells of still working out regularly on those famous knees, both of which were surgically replaced! Throughout the book he takes you inside the huddle, calling a quarterback sneak (I used to love when he did that!), back when quarterbacks were trusted to call their own plays, and the next moment, he describes events like why he came to wear his trademark white shoes and sport a Fu Manchu mustache for a while.

My favorite quote from the book is by his mother, and was uttered on the heels of one of Namath’s first experiences with racial segregation. The victim of a shopkeeper’s prejudice was his lifelong best friend, Linwood, and his mom explained, “There are some people in this world who are so sad and angry that they find ways (reasons) not to like other people.”

There is a neat little photo album section just about half-way into the tome, which includes his family, sports memories and candid, introspective moments. “First down!”

At 232 pages, “All The Way” is a solid, enjoyable, easy autobiographical read whether you are a Jet fan or not. The only thing missing is an index, so I could quickly refer back to the many highlights of his story (like describing my all-time favorite Jets defensive back, Johnny Sample, who talked smack in competition like Ali did). Joe is aging well, thanks be to St. Jude. I cannot wait to purchase a copy and hopefully have him autograph it for my personal book library. Five-out-of-five footballs is my rating. Way to go, Joe!

Al Davis Passed away on October 8, 2011. So I went to my shoe-boxes of memorabilia to remember him here.

Friday Evening, April Third, Nineteen Hundred-Ninety-Two” is how the Annual Hall Of Fame Dinner Dance program reads.  It was much more than that, it was a celebration of Al Davis, Alumni, innovator, sports revolutionary and the President of  the General Partner of the “Team of The Ages”, the (hated by me always as N.Y. Jet fan), Oakland/Los Angeles Raiders.  That day, I got my supervisor at the school I taught at to give me the afternoon off and drove out to the early Press Conference on my old campus.  Being rather new to interviewing  at the time, I usually questioned entertainment celebs and cool musicians to that point; that was all about to change.

Al Davis was a one-of-a-kind man. I loved it and it simultaneously sent chills down my spine when he spoke of “Fear, Intimidation, Big People and Speed” being the qualities that he looked for when evaluating talent and teams. Unabashedly he told us he was always “aggressive and never lacking in self-confidence.” I loved this guy, and was scared of him like I was my father when I was a child.  The kind of “I know he can kick my ass” scared respect.  More kids need that these days, but that is for another post.  This event was about Al’s association with Adelphi University baseball back in those days just after the institution first allowed men to complete the undergraduate population.

Although I botched the final one-to-one interview by forgetting to disengage the “pause” button on my hand-held recorder (a classic Jimi B “absent-minded professor” moment) at least I remembered smoothly on-the-fly in-time to get a last up-close reply to my question where he repeated the “dare to dream” reply that I initiated by asking him what special qualities he thought that attending Adelphi University instilled in all of the many successful alum who passed-through that University. Then he was dismissing me with his body language for the next reporter to ask a question. Al Davis was a real “direct” kind of man. I like that, and want to incorporate more of that quality into my own personality for the duration.  

In 1952, Mr. Davis left Adelphi; then came back several times, but this was the first time back since around ’55 or so, he said.

Things Al Davis said that afternoon:

“42 years ago I was invited to be at Adelphi College… (what it was called when it was an all woman’s school) to start the Freshman football program”…when he said he drove a “Desoto convertible; black, white tires, chrome…” (a lot of laughs on that one!) They eventually hired him. He also played/managed the Adelphi Baseball team.

“My inspirations (in response to a question by one of the assembled media reporters from all the metro NYC dailies were in attendance) were two teams,the New York Yankees and the Dodgers. Two teams that epitomized the qualities that I eventually developed in The Raiders, tradition, intimidation, speed, and the Big Play…”

“I was always interested more in the man behind the scenes. Especially Branch Rickey and George Weiss; they were my inspirations to lead.”

“I was given a chance to assert my authority…”

When asked how he felt and if it made him feel a certain way to be inducted into the Adelphi University Athletic Hall of Fame, replied, “I don’t know what constitutes being inducted into the Hall Of Fame; what the criteria is, etc”

Al Davis was the first and only Commissioner of the AFL (American Football League), which I took affinity to as a young man, by-the-way, over the older NFL that my Dad’s generation was into. He said he never sought-out to be Commissioner; he was an English/Secondary Education major at Adelphi and into “writers”. On the merger with the NFL, that he told us, “It was a big accomplishment for me.”

Al Davis is tough to paraphrase. If you asked a follow-up question and it wasn’t exactly what he said or you rephrased it in your own words, he’d quickly correct you! It was cool and amusing to me after I dug it, but the first time, you almost think he is just being rude.   

At one point, a woman reporter asked him, “Are you from money?” I couldn’t believe she asked him that!! He made a wise crack that is intelligible on my cassette tape of that day that broke up the room, and then recounted a story of how he grew up across from where Mike Tyson did, playing in Lincoln Terrace Park, Brooklyn (which is not “from money”). He told that story and that Tyson heard him tell it one time and that Mike’s park across from that was in Brownsville/East New York, and Tyson had commented to his boys about Al being “One tough sonofabitch!” Great laughter followed that story too!

What is Al Davis like? He said, “I know I was Aggressive…” Then he spoke of “the Golden Rule that many of us were taught to live by in those days (I don’t know about now..) but he learned that “If you are going to lead men and be in-charge, it doesn’t work that way. You don’t do unto others as you would have them do unto you – you do unto others as they want to be treated!” He went on to say, (and I think this point of the press conference was where Al Davis had become comfortable in-front of this particular group and dropped his best science) “You have to learn what they [the players in this instance] like to be treated. Yes, they will sulk…” And he went on to recount some specific player examples by name.

As Adelphi University baseball Coach he said that his experience was “not that much different from what I’m doing today in pro football.” He “tried new things [positionally with players]; specialization sharing…”

From an early age, Al Davis said that he had “insights”. “I never lacked self-confidence...” I mentioned having “great players” often. I liked that. He told us of a time that he sent a telegram to Vince Lombardi that said “The toughest ting is to maintain” (as opposed to Lombardi saying it is to rebuild).

Everyday is a new experience in life & death” he repeated a couple of times in response to questions about he his life and sports have intertwined during this press conference.

Since I was covering this even for the (then) Adelphi University radio station WBAU, I asked him, “Did radio covered your on-field exploits back in those days?” He said he didn’t know if radio covered or carried the games, but that [long Island newspaper] Newsday did. As a follow up, I asked him about a hot news story at the time, “How did the Bo Jackson career-ending injury affected The Raiders? He was candid at that moment when he replied, in a slightly softer tone of voice, “Devastating for The Raiders, the player…he was very unique…” his voice trailing-off a bit. Ever notice how guys like Mr. Davis, Bill Parcells, etc always refer to their guys as “the player’ ? Rarely by name; interesting, but not a big deal. By the way, he showed his love and respect for one John Madden, by mentioning that he became the Head Coach of The Raider in 1969 a few times. He also talked about the great singer Sarah Vaughn fondly. He’s met her doing the national anthem at Raider games, and stayed in-touch with her, even going to see her in New York City’s Greenwich Village jazz clubs!

So I did a follow-up-follow-up since I had the floor and asked Mr. Davis the name of the only Black player in the picture displayed of the old Adelphi baseball team he coached. Uh-oh, that might have been one query too many. He replied, “I don’t like to look at people that way [inaudible]…” talked something about “all cultures”, and kind of never answered my question while giving a lesson on how [color] didn’t matter. A great point! Maybe I should have worded my question differently to evoke the answer that I wanted – for all of you aspiring journalists – if there are any anymore. Or maybe I got just the right answer from “Mr. Direct”.

The only other question I hit him with was “Since there are many successful Adelphi University graduates out here in the world who’ve gone on to achieve big things, to what special qualities do you attribute that to?” “I’m not sure, but a solid foundation and the ability to dream BIG. Dream big…” he replied.

Al Davis, President of the General Partner, was a real “man’s man”. ‘Took no shit… I could tell.  I wrote these words about him that day in the beautiful program, “direct, arrogant, determined, mysterious.”

Pick-Hitt: This blog is two years old, this month! Hoorah! What began as a vehicle to vent about heartbreak is now a legitimate writing exercise and way to creatively share experiences and some stories of my past, express the love I feel for my fiancee along with joy, frustration, pain of my present promotions and anticipation of a successful second half of my life. And, even though it hasn’t earned me a red cent as those who suggested I begin bloggin’ said it would, and it became another “labor of love” that I do less frequently than at its inception, I still am bold enough to say and please raise a challis in celebration of my efforts and the comments and encouragement begot by all of your many eyes upon my words, if you will… Happy birthday to “Achilliad”!  Feel free to comment.

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