Came across a story about Spider-Man getting arrested in Manhattan.
Not Peter Parker?
Nah, there’s some cat going around Times Square dressed like Spider Man.
The fuzz had enough.
Seems like it’s not too kosher.
Funny thing is a couple of years ago the Cookie Monster came up to my daughter and I and wanted to take a picture.
After I snapped the shot dude had his palm out like we were going to grease it.
“BACK UP BRO!” I said.
He got pissed as we walked away.
July 25. Two guys hanging out on the corner of Windsor Place and Ninth Avenue. It’s a little after eight in the morning.
Rob: Who ya like tonight?
Rob: You think they can beat Toronto?
Billy: Yeah man, the Bombers are on a roll.
Rob: Wait a minute, they just beat Texas three out of four but the Rangers suck.
Rob opens up his daily news and checks the line for tonight’s games.
Billy: Yeah, yeah, I know but a win is win. They are making moves too so watch out for them.
Rob: I need a winner real bad tonight Billy. I’m in the hole for two-hundred dollars. I can’t pick a winner for my life.
Billy: You still gambling? When you gonna give that shit up? I gave you the Yankees the past two nights. Didn’t you listen?
Rob: Yo fuck you Billy. I tried to get it in but I got stuck over in the city.
Billy: See there you go again. Why’s everything gotta be fuck you Billy?
Rob: Yeah well why do you always gotta break my balls about bettin’? It’s my life man.
Billy: Because I care about you man. You’re losing your mind with some of these bets. You bet every night. Shit you bet on teams you know nothing about!
Rob: Look bro, I enjoy it, alright.
Billy: Yeah but Rob, your family is suffering. My wife was talkin’ to your wife and you guys are two months behind with the rent.
Rob: SHE TOLD YOUR WIFE WHAT?
Billy: Take it easy man, they’re good friends. They’ve been friends since their Holy Name days.
Rob: Yeah I know Billy, I know how close they are. They’re on the fuckin’ phone every night with each other too. They live three blocks apart. My telephone bill is sky high.
Billy: You are out of work. Your son starts Bishop Ford in September and your younger daughter is starting Holy Name.
Rob: Yeah I know. The Hall is packed too. There’s nothing going up. I’m thinking of going with some guys out to Michigan. They are putting up three buildings over thirty stories high.
Billy: Man you ain’t leaving Brooklyn. I’ll tell you what, back to school shit is going to cost you a fortune. Supplies, clothes, fuck that shit gets expensive.
Rob: Yeah I know, you sound like my mother now.
Billy: Well let me ask you; do you listen to your mother?
Rob looks away, takes a sip from his coffee cup and stares out onto the avenue.
Billy: Here’s some more advice Rob, start listening to your mom. I don’t care if you listen to me but think about your family bro. They need you and depend on you.
Rob looks at Billy. He’s not happy.
Rob: You know what, fuck you Billy.
Rob rolls up his newspaper, stuffs it in his back pocket and walks across the avenue towards Farrell’s.
ESPN took some time to research a topic that is dear to my heart.
I’ve spoken about it here on the blog in the past and have discussed it with my coaching peers.
Outdoor basketball; do kids play outside anymore?
I know little kids run around the playgrounds with the jungle gym and all. On my visit visit to Brooklyn I walked past the 11th street playground and the place was packed. I am talking about outdoor basketball on the pavement.
In our neighborhood the boys schoolyard at Holy Name was our spot.
The place was filled every day after school and all day Saturday and Sunday.
Non-stop ball, 24-7.
We also played down 154 schoolyard and East 5th street. Hop on your bike and you can head to Tillary Park, Kingston, and Manhattan Beach.
How about it?
What’s the reason why kids do not play in the yard anymore?
New York Daily News with the story of spanking your child when they act up. You know, a form of discipline.
The courts say it’s kosher.
We all got hit back in the day when we were out of line.
How about at Holy Name? Mamma Mia!
Listen to Kiko from Long Island City, the father of a 9-year-old boy who is quoted in the story:
“A father has to educate his son, has to spank a little to protect his kids from growing up wrong. Some kids, if you don’t smack them a little, they won’t learn any respect.”
What’s the big deal, right?
Seems like some people who hang out in Prospect Park and barbecue are ticked off.
To be honest, I never attended a barbecue in Prospect Park. We had a mean-ass hibachi out on our fire escape.
Kingsford Charcoal and their Lighter Fluid and a whole bunch of frustration.
“STAND BACK WHEN YOU LIGHT IT!,” Mom once shouted at me.
Only thing we fired up in the Park was Christmas trees. (After Christmas, fruitcake. Residents in the area would toss their trees out on the sidewalk a week after Christmas and we would walk around the hood collecting them. We’d pile them up in the park and torch ’em)
New York Daily News with some Park Slope residents and their “beef” with the current barbecuing situation in Prospect Park.
“It’s frustrating that on our side of the park it is difficult for someone to easily find a place for a picnic,” said Matthew Howell, 31, of Prospect-Lefferts Gardens.
We played baseball in the park, ran track, cross-country, drank some booze and hung out but never had a picnic.
Our very own Diane Campos with a comment at the bottom of the story.
Yo Diane, what’s up? How you feeling?