Archive for February, 2011

Tackling Football Players and Teachers…

Sunday, February 20th, 2011

teacher

It’s been only two weeks since the Super Bowl was telecast to its largest audience evar. It’s hard to imagine that over a hundred and ten million people watched that sporting event, but that viewership lends credence to the claim that the NFL is a nine billion dollar per year business. Now, right on the heels of their triumphant victory lap, the NFL owners have scuttled the collective bargaining agreement they shook hands on with the players association. Turns out the owners didn’t actually plan on ratifying the CBA, they just didn’t want to risk losing all that playoff tournament money if the players called a wildcat walkout before the big game.

Normally, I wouldn’t waste your eyeball energy talking about professional sports players. They represent the group I call The Entertainment Caste — a minority of the population paid vast sums of money based upon how much we consume the entertainment they generate. Whether or not they are worth it is beside the point. There is money to be made, TECs help make it, and they are compensated for running their cog in the machine.
We can all rally around the idea that teachers are easily worth the sums of money that professional entertainers receive, but sadly Budweiser and Coke don’t (and won’t) spend millions of ad dollars to make sure Chad can read. Pictures are so much easier, and prettier. There is, however, a connection between underfunded teachers and millionaire football players. Both are represented by steadfast labor unions.

Right now it seems that most Americans think labor unions represent unpatriotic values and reward people for work they have not produced. This couldn’t be further from the truth, especially when considering the surprisingly common cause of teachers and football players. Many players retire from the cheers of a mega arena with debilitating injuries, having spent most of their adult life on a pretend battlefield, generating nearly ten billion dollars annually in revenue for television stations, commercial products, and sports franchise owners.

The myth of the career teacher has been largely debunked as more and more educators — in the face of budget cuts, parent apathy, mental strain and even physical violence — opt out for a less stressful line of work. Of course, teachers can’t point to millions of dollars in merchandise and television broadcasting fees to justify the stability of their salaries. Nor should they have to. But football players can, and they should. Even still, NFL team owners — part of the upper 5% of wealth holders rapidly leaving the rest of us in the lower atmosphere — feel justified in disregarding a tentatively negotiated settlement. Since teachers don’t score touchdowns they don’t stand a chance.

One of the ways sports franchise owners retain their vast sums of money is by using our tax dollars to erect their monuments to commerce, er, ahem, sports. Did you know that over the last twenty years more than eighty stadiums have been built across North America, and only eight of them were built without using our tax dollars? It’s like a double tax — first the taxes come out of our paycheck, then we pay again for the right to sit in overpriced seats to eat $8 hot dogs. The players should get more money; at least they entertain me while I get ripped off.
Don’t let the NFL owners fool you into thinking the players’ collective bargaining agreement is an obstacle to running the game. We should be smart enough not to give NFL owners any additional ‘Stadium Status’.

Labor unions aren’t the problem with America. The fact is that capitalism has little compassion for those who don’t control the means of production. And therein lies the heart of the problem. I’m certainly not advocating socialism, but without our labor unions the quality of life for many Americans would still be rooted in the 19th century. There has to be room in a capitalistic democracy for more than one economic caste to get a nice slice of the American pie.

SAVE THE DATE!

Saturday, February 19th, 2011

ttk

Friday Feb. 25th
7pm-12mid
434 6th Ave (2nd flr)
FREE!

RSVP: clinicforkicks@gmail.com

The Boot Camp Clique Chronicles…

Saturday, February 19th, 2011

cobbler

I need the skills of a master cobbler right now. But not even a master bootmaker can repair the sole of a Timberland field boot when it fails.

So I’m either gonna send the boot back to Timberland for a replacement or keep the upper in my archives awaiting the day that the Timberland outsole gets put on the market.

Living The Lifestyle…

Friday, February 18th, 2011

uni badge

Lifestylers call the above jacket a ‘UNI’ patch ski jacket. I wonder if that is because the earlier iterations of the logo appeared to have winged horse, a Pegasus, which folks in the ‘hood considered to be a unicorn. The ‘hood don’t want to know the physical difference between Pegasus and a unicorn. The ‘hood just want to know how much it cost.

That is why the Polo ski goose is such a transcendent item in my collection. Before the rugby and the knit shirt with the polo player you have to recognize how the ski jacket was a ruthlessly coveted winter staple. You see, even before the Gerry G and the Polo goose you had kids dying over leather V goose jackets. Nobody would dare get in a kids way who wanted this jacket.

uni badge

Unless you were the kid wearing it.

This dude went to Art & Design, or maybe it was Humanities, or Norman Thomas, or some high school where Black kids felt comfortable wearing their high end fashion. I followed him from the Queens Plaza subway station. My eyes were fixated on the Mondrian colored puffy ski jacket like I were hypnotized. Not like, I was. I peeped the colors and was like, “Oh shit!”

At the very same time dude peeped my steez and bolted off the train at 59th and Lex. Me and the Whips was chasing dude thru the station at the early morning rush hour time thru hundreds of commuters. Dude was throwing people off the platform to get away and we was throwing people off the platform who got in our way. On the streetside above the tunnel dude had escaped us. We were young and fast but sonn was faster. Mannnn, I wanted that jacket.

uni badge

No ‘Lo pieces represent the lifestyle to me harder than the ‘UNI’ and ‘Cookie’ patches, but moreso the ‘UNI’ badge. Brothers lived and died for their ski jackets here in NYC. They tore into each other because they knew better than laying a hand on that white with the ‘Lo goose on and the lift ticket on the zipper. Still and all everyone could be a vic if they were caught sleepin’. I see people asleep on the C train now and these aren’t homeless people, they’re hipsters.

Living lavish in the 80s meant you had better be living trife as well unless you wanted to get tested.

SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Friday, February 18th, 2011

patty

Rep Your Sneakerhood rolls on at SneakerTUBE.tv and now I am on Jamaica Ave in the Q-Boro. There is a West Indian beef patty shop at the beginning of the strip that has held it down forever.

If you score a come-up you have to copp yourself a beef patty with coco bread.

You will be straighter than six o’clock.