Sent my red-bloodied and hormonal teenage daughter to her first NCAA basketball game—-of course with her 6’5 dad in tow!
Laugh out loud.
Wanted her to experience looking at those delicious specimens (aka) basketball players.
Mercy!
Wanted her to go goo-goo-gaa-gaa over the athleticism of those stud-muffins with bulging biceps and irresistible buns.
Lordy!
Wanted her to o-o-o and a-h-h over those tall, dark, and handsome chocolate drops.
Mmmm!
Ignored my husband’s standard diatribe and his tight-wad blah blah blah regarding the exorbitant concession prices ($5 for a puny hot dog) ($10 for an anemic pretzel) ($4 for a sip of soda) in favor of my daughter’s non-stop va-va-voom over those sweet thangs.
Daddy-o….get the hell lost while we dream…okay!
Hehehehehehehehehehe.
So, in typical mumsy-daughter style, we resumed our ooh-la-la fantasies and hysterical laughter over those gorgeous hunks until nearly midnight! Secretly, wanted to know which “tall drink of water” she had “eyed” and fallen in love with.
Mama still got sass!
Hehehehehehehehehehe.
Anyways, after the girlie hullabaloo subsided, returned to my Angela Davis and Fannie Lou Hamer roots.
Wondered on behalf of those Civil Rights icons and other Freedom Fighters if those same basketball enthusiasts, rabid fans, die-hard spectators, and baby cakes with crushes for gorgeous ball players will “march with madness” to the voting booths on next Tuesday?
Say what?
Wondered if the parents and/or guardians of these same basketball hot cakes will “march with madness” when their sons graduate with a “tennis shoe” degree.
Duh!
Wondered, upon matriculation, if these sexy guys will “march with madness” when they learn that the “tennis shoe” degree received from that lily-white university will not parley them with equitable post graduate benefits such as a sustainable job, a marketable skill, or access to decision makers similarly to their white team mates.
Why not?
Wondered, upon meeting my academically successful and articulate daughter if “dude” will “march with madness” away from her simply because her taste, interests, and exposure will be deemed “white” due to the fact she enjoys Shakespearean plays, WWE, exotic cuisines, Taylor Swift, lacks dance rhythm, visits museums, bookstores, speaks a foreign language, and is an incurable shopaholic at Goodwill stores where she buys her bohemian attire.
For the record, she inherited her penny-pinching genes from her dad and both equally hate to spend over a dollar!
Laugh out loud.
Sometimes wonder if that is why the establishment has such disdain for and fear of me because mama does not hesitate to “march with madness” over injustices any day and any where?
Sadly, I am a rarity!
Movin’ on…
Continue to play that “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil” plantation game because one day, “the system” will kick you personally or professionally in your AZZ…
Then, you will be ready to “march with madness” other than during the month of February!
