Wednesday, December 23, 2009

The G.O.O.D.I.E M.O.B.

"The good die mostly over bullshit." That's the acronym of the Atlanta collective, Dungeon Family members that made hits during the late 90's. It's also a true statement when it comes to many young black people in America - especially among black professional athletes.

Shawn Taylor. Steve McNair. Plaxico Burress. Now add Chris Henry to an increasing list of young black men who have either died or had their careers ended by and act of violence, a poor decision, drug/alcohol abuse, or some combination of the three. My question is why don't white pro athletes seem to have this same problem. When white pro athletes leave the game prematurely, it's usually the result of a "tragic" yet unavoidable "accident."

Seriously, I need answers. I'm tired of seeing these guys - the world at their feet - getting erased from the earth by another man's hands (or in McNair's case, a woman's), or by a choice that was made. When white athletes die, I think plane crash, car accident, unknown heart defect. When a brotha goes out I wonder if it was in a drive-by, did he get shot at a nightclub, did his baby momma stab him? You know, dumb shit.

Obviously these are further examples that money does not change a person's circumstances unless the individual is willing to make changes first. I just tire of witnessing these gifted athletes losing their lives prematurely.

Maybe Peyton Manning can call an audible, because they need a new way to play.