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My Time to Vent
WARNING. I am about to vent. So if you don’t feel like dealing
with the wrath of my tantrum…stop reading now. But in the event that you
think you can deal with the rantings of an angry sister, by all means,
read on. I am hot like fire about a couple of issues. I was reading the
newspaper this weekend and came across an article in the sports section
about Allen Iverson. (yes, a sister is into sports.) I’m sure you all
know that Allen is in the hot seat, again. Old boy just went off the
deep end with his wife. They got all kinds of charges pending against
him, one of which is making terrorists threats. Now you know they mean
business when they say the word terrorist. That’s a sore spot for any
and all American’s. I was already familiar with the situation because it
has been on CNN, but it made me mad as hell to find out that he didn’t
have to turn himself in until Tuesday when his lawyer comes back from
out of town. How convenient. Here he is, accused of domestic violence,
facing 65 years in prison for basically being a lunatic, and he can
define his own terms because, of course, he is Allen Iverson, MVP of the
2001 All-star game and leading the league in scoring with an average of
31 points. Nevertheless, a judge remanded him to his home on house
arrest and the local police threatened, “If we catch him out partying,
we are going to arrest him. So what does Allen do? What any other man
would have done. He just threw a party at his 2.5 million dollar
mansion. If the Muhammad can’t go to the mountain, just bring the
mountain to him.
by Bridgette Hogan Bridgette is a contributing writer of Blacksonville.com |