Buzzfeed, Amy Schumer, and Me

Way back in November 2016, comedian Amy Schumer blocked me on twitter for something I said. Not sure what it was, but whatever it was, she didn't want to hear from me anymore. That's her opinion.

A few days ago, comedian Bert Kreischer asked his followers to name the most famous person to block them. I sent Bert an image of Amy Schumer's page telling I was blocked. It became quite popular among the replies.

(Btw, I met Bert. He did a video for me. He is a fellow FSU alumnus. We are cool.)

A day after Bert's post, writer Ryan Schocket wrote about Bert's post on Buzzfeed.com. Schocket used my post to Bert as the number one example of twitter users getting blocked by famous people.

Let me repeat: I'm the number one example of someone blocked by someone famous.

I guess I have that going for me now.

In case you are curious, this is a post with a screenshot about a post about a tweet reply to a tweet that screenshot another reply to a tweet.

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Music to My Years by Cristela Alonzo Review

How do you review a book about someone's life? It is their story. There is no way I could possibly say they didn't tell their story the right way.

But if there is a right way to tell a life story, it is in comedian Cristela Alonzo's book Music to My Years.

Music to My Years is part biography, part musical journey. Cristela breaks down parts of her life by the songs that meant the most to her during those times, from the Golden Girls theme song to a song off the latest Tribe Called Quest album. Each song is like an episode that defines who Cristela is.

Personal backstory: I only "discovered" Cristela about a year ago. I think I saw a clip of her on Comedy Central social media and then followed her Instagram and twitter. I don't watch much TV, so I had no idea she had a show on network TV. I had no idea how long she had done comedy and I had no idea of her backstory. Everything about her was new to me. I just knew she was funny.

As I followed her on social media, I got a feeling about how real she is. Her near-daily social media chronicles her going to Pilates, going to Wal-Mart, going to Disney World, etc. Everything in her life seems so normal. I go to the gym, I go to Wal-Mart, and I have been to Disney.

Celebrities, they are just like you!

Although she has been successful, Cristela doesn't seem like a big shot celebrity. She seems like a real person who really cares about her family and friends. That same persona comes through in her book. She honestly discusses her fears, anxieties, and successes. She talks about the things that held her back, the times she fought to move forward, and the times success made her cry tears of joy.

All of this with a dash of humor and musical trivia.

My background could not be more different than Cristela's. Whereas she grew up poor in a Texas border town, I grew up on Long Island and Central Florida in white middle class suburbia. Everyone I aspired to be either looked like me or was at least my gender. Society never told me "no". So to read Cristela's hopes and dreams was aspiring and made me root for her even more.

Although our roots are different, I could relate to Cristela's career struggle. For the last 10 years, I have been pushing to find a stable career. Something I enjoy, something fulfilling, and somewhere they want me to succeed. Even with two master's degrees and international experience, I have had 9 jobs in 9 years. I live in a small apartment with used furniture and a TV that is old enough to vote because I am not willing to compromise. I want a job that allows me to thrive, not one that is paint by numbers. I will be successful, I guarantee. Just don't put me in a box.

Like Cristela, I have turned down great opportunities because I didn't think they were good fits.

Like Cristela, certain songs have defined who I am. For example, here is a story I have never told before.

In late 2005, I was finishing up my first master's degree. My master's thesis was a 90+ page paper on the Kurdish Peshmerga - the military forces in Northern Iraq. I worked long and hard, burying myself in the university library for weeks on end. I was there so often I was on a first name basis with the library staff. I finally submitted my paper in late November. A few weeks later I was scheduled to defend my research before a panel of professors. Even though I was confident, the ordeal was still stressful.

On the day of my defense, I drove to campus listening to Leela James's song "Long Time Coming" off her first album A Change is Gonna Come. If you have never heard Leela, she is an amazing throwback to when R&B had soul. Her voice comes from the days of Aretha Frankin and Marvin Gaye.

Long Time Coming is one of the last songs on her first album, but I think it is one of the most powerful. It starts out with a blast of horns and then rides into a very funky guitar. After a few moments Leela begins to talk, and then sing one of the most personally inspirational songs I have heard.

Ya'll this evening
Ante up, time to let the trumpets sound
Crown me later, I'm a take my crown now
Been writing for 'bout 10 yrs now
And finally the real truth is coming out
You can't stop it 'cause this is God's plan
I know some of y'all just don't understand
And now ya twisted, can't believe it's me
Get it, it's Leela sho nuff
It's been a long time since ya heard it like this
It's been a long time since ya felt it like this
It's been a long time since ya seen it like this
'Cause ain't nobody bringing it quite like this
I've been praying for a time like this
And I've been waiting for a time like this
I've been talking 'bout a time like this

The entire song is about Leela's struggle to get where she is. On my way to my first academic defense, I didn't want to listen to anything aggressive or anything that would cause me to be too hyped, but I wanted to feel confident. "Long Time Coming" was the perfect song at the perfect time. Every time I have heard it since, I think of that drive to campus in my suit and tie, copies of my thesis in hand, ready to answer any questions about my research the board may have.

Although there were a few questions I stumbled on, I did well. One of the professors even said my thesis was one of the best he had read in a long time. My thesis was approved and I passed my graduate program. A few weeks later I walked across the stage at the graduation ceremony, ready to take on the world.

I like to think Leela James had something to do with my graduation.

Cristela Alonzo's book Music to My Years is all about moments like that. I recommend it.

7 Reasons FSU Football is like the Star Wars Original Trilogy

In 1977, George Lucas gave the world Star Wars.

In 1976, Bobby Bowden took the reigns of Florida State Football.

On the surface, these two incidents a year apart don't have much in common. However, 40+ years later, they have more similarities than one might think.

Here are seven ways FSU Football is a lot like the Star Wars original trilogy.

People remember glory episodes from yesteryear.

FSU fans can't forget the glory years of FSU football. They are the golden standard from which every season is measured. The Bowden glory years are full of myth and legends, comebacks and trick plays, triumphs, tragedies, and great stories.

Likewise, the original Star Wars trilogy looms large in the fanbase's collective memories. They set the impression of the galaxy far, far away. They are also the standard from which every later story is measured. The original trilogy is full of myths and legends, comebacks and tricks, triumphs, tragedies, and great stories.

2000s were mismanaged by the creator.

The 2000s were not nice to Star Wars or FSU Football. From 1999 to 2005, George Lucas was the single mind behind the Prequel Trilogy, an over-the-top bonanza full of special effect and some of the worst dialogue in a major film ever. It wasn't until George Lucas gave the reigns of the Clone Wars cartoon to director Dave Filoni did high quality work again came out of Lucasfilm.

Meanwhile in Tallahassee, FSU Football was slipping from the Bowden Regime. The competition had caught up with FSU and Bobby Bowden seemed unable to catch up with the changing college game. It wasn't until the hiring of offensive coordinator and head coach-in-waiting Jimbo Fisher that high quality coaching again came out of Tallahassee.

There are a lot of old financially influential fans.

This reason goes hand-in-hand with remembrance of the glory years. Fans who remember the peak stories of both Star Wars and FSU Football are typically older and typically have more money to spend. Organizations such as the Seminole Boosters and Disney marketing do not want to turn away money, so they cater to these fans often by appealing to their sense of nostalgia.

For FSU, catering to money means being beholden to financial donations. When FSU Football doesn't perform well on the field, the inclination of boosters is to donate less. With less money coming in, FSU Football feels the need to make decisions that will get boosters to give again, whether creating new experiences at the stadium or buying out under-performing members of the coaching staff.

The Star Wars community also has many influential fans who can affect revenue streams. Fans will pay big money for conventions or opportunities to relive their childhood. Younger fans unfortunately do not have as much money, even if the PG-rated Star Wars was originally created with them in mind. If affluent fans do not get what they want, they do not spend their money.

There is also a saying that no one hates Star Wars more than Star Wars fans. Subsections of the Star Wars fanbase have made money complaining about Star Wars. These fans have influence among similar-minded fans. If those fans make enough noise, Star Wars writers and directors might be prone to cater to their whims, however much they deny it.

1st sequel did very well but had underlying flaws.

After the prequel trilogy, fans wondered if Star Wars could ever regain its former glory. New director JJ Abrams had pedigree and experience on big budget moveis but it was unsure if he could handle the reigns of Star Wars.

After the Bobby Bowden years, fans wondered if FSU Football could ever regain its former glory. New coach Jimbo Fisher had pedigree and experience on winning teams but it was unsure if he could handle the reigns.

Star Wars: The Force Awakens reinvigorated the Star Wars fanbase and was a success in the box office. Despite its success, the storyline had major flaws that made following episodes difficult.

Similarly, Jimbo Fisher led the FSU Football team to glory in 2013, reinvigorating the fanbase. Despite its success, Fisher's teams had underlying problems in discipline and academia - problems that would make follow-up seasons difficult.

2nd sequel was a major bust.

Following Jimbo Fisher's departure, the FSU Football program went in a different direction, hiring a coach with a new philosophy. Coach Willie Taggart decided to focus on new aspects of FSU Football lore, unfortunately the results were not there. Taggart was wildly criticized and he was removed from his position during his second season.

Following JJ Abrams departure from Star Wars, Lucasfilm hired a director with a new philosophy. Rian Johnson took the Star Wars story in a different direction, focusing on new aspects of Star Wars lore. While The Last Jedi did well in the box office, Johnson was wildly criticized and he was removed from his position.

People hope 3rd sequel can get story back on track.

After removing Willie Taggart, FSU Football hoped to reassure fans that the program is still in good hands, hiring Head Coach Mike Norvell to wide optimism.

After the departure of Rian Johnson, director JJ Abrams returned to the helm for The Rise of Skywalker, a movie that reversed many of Johnson's original ideas. While The Rise of Skywalker had its flaws, many fans generally considered it a positive conclusion to the Skywalker Saga. 

If you are tired of the drama, there are a lot of other stories/sports that don't get the hype, but are more fun to watch and often have better endings.

For over 20 years, Star Wars fans have debated the Skywalker Saga - what worked, what didn't, and how each storyteller handled the mythology. The Skywalker Saga remains the biggest money maker for Lucasfilm. But beyond the Skywalker Saga is a world of great stories, from cartoons to books to streaming shows that are often better told. In these stories the creators are not beholden to mythos of the Skywalker Saga and they are free to create new and exciting characters and storylines.

For over 20 years, FSU sports fans have debated the direction of FSU Football - what worked, what didn't, and how each head coach handled the program. FSU Football remains the biggest money maker for FSU Athletics and the Seminole Boosters. But beyond FSU Football is a world of great Seminole athletics, from FSU Basketball - mens and womens - to FSU Softball to FSU Track and Field - all of which have won championships or competed against the best competition. These teams are not beholden to the drama and mythos of FSU Football and they are free to create new and exciting FSU Sports legends and stories.

The Man as defined by CrazyMan of the AfroSquad

My Modern Social Theory- "The Man"
by: Crazy-Man

"The Man" is an intangible bugaboo that masterminds the hardships and tragedies of that thing we call life. Being technologically superior, he can morph into anything he wants- your boss, the local authorities, the president, your parents, a lawyer, the guy that signs your inadequate paycheck, etc. You can use that last sentence as a mad-lib for added effect.

When you work 13 hours, come home at 8:00PM to realize that you locked your key in the apartment- blame it on "The Man"- because he made you do it. When it takes another 2.5 hours to get some scab to open your apartment door for you- blame it on "The Man"- it is all his fault. When the scab requires 20 bucks to open your apartment door, beat the crap out of the scab, because he is "The Man". But defiling the scab/"Man" apparition will be to no avail because, by the time your finished teaching the scab 'the true meaning of sorrow', "The Man" will be somewhere else already- probably stealing your loved one's monogamy.

But don't be fooled, "The Man" can be in multiple places at once just as easily as you eat a Twinkie in just four bites. He can simultaneously be controlling the red stoplight you run, in his secret hideout faxing your brain the endorphins that result in deviance, AND in the cop car that catches you do it.

Tragically enough- our modern society would not exist were it not for "The Man".

Let's outline a single "Man" scenario. It starts with the workplace- something common to almost everyone. First, "he" assumes the role of your boss. You have to work superhuman hours to keep your job. You are not paid enough to live the life "he" puts on your TV (excluding The Simpsons and Married With Children- these are actually documentaries on reality, but you think they are "comedies"). You can only afford to eat food prepared in less than 8 minutes. Enter McDonald's and Taco Bell. These generate more jobs where "he" is still your boss. "The Man" sprinkles saturated fats, cholesterols, and carcinogens into the menus. Heart disease and cancer become commonplace. Since "he" uses all of your time for unrewarded grunt work, computers are implemented into his 'toolbox of terror' in hopes of squeezing all the productivity out of your cellulite that he can. Entertainment such as the internet is added to computers so that you will waste half a year's pay to have one in your home. "He" gratuitously distributes hard drive failures, Microsoft products, lightning, and the ability to go obsolete in just one week. "He" assumes the role of that voluptuous member of the opposite sex that you meet one Friday night. While breaking the ice, your contraceptive fails and you get AIDS.

Now you know. Sorry, but the truth is out there, and its name is "The Man"

Not Classic Jesus Movie on Turner Classic Movies

Many movies have been made about Jesus Christ. From the annual Easter movie to Passion of the Christ to The Last Temptation of Christ to Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter, the story of Christ is a frequent one of filmmakers.

Many of these movies are classics - ok, maybe not Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter. The story of Jesus is typically handled with care and reverence.

But there are always filmmakers who reverse reverence. Those who spit on sacrilege. Who push the boundaries of society beyond shock and awe. They are needed and welcome so we don't take our man-made messages too seriously.

Sometimes these filmmakers take on the Jesus story.

A few weeks ago, I discovered underground film director Bill Zebub. Zebub makes low budget horror with titles such as Night of the Pumpkin, Antfarm Dickhole, and Nightmare on Elmo's Street. In total, Zebub has made over 60 movies since 2002. He is prolific.

But Zebub's most controversial film is a take on the Jesus story entitled Jesus Christ: Serial Rapist. According to IMDB, the subject of the movie is:

"A schizophrenic man who believes he is Jesus kidnaps women who refuse to believe his delusion He videotapes himself with these women he has tied up in various states of bondage. He sends videotapes to the media labeled "Gospels of Blood," which are just photographs of naked women in bondage, usually crucified in some way, with the camera panning and zooming over the photos. These photographs account for more than half of the running time. There is no diegetic sound, only a few title cards, although there is a soundtrack of heavy metal music."

According to reviews on IMDB, Jesus Christ: Serial Rapist is not very good. One reviewer writes:

"Do not buy this film. Don't even watch this film unless you want to be bored to death. And most importantly - DO NOT LET THE TITLE FOOL YOU!!! This "film" has absolutely nothing to do with Jesus raping anyone, so all you exploit fans that got boners after hearin' the title of this one might as well just tuck your dicks back in your pants. Here's what Jesus Christ: SERIAL RAPIST is REALLY like:

Some jackass (that I think is the director of this mess) has a soft-core "rape" scene, where the "victim" involved looks so utterly bored that it looks like she would have been more disturbed by watching paint dry. Some text pops up every now and then explaining the "plot" (which has nothing to do at all with anything portrayed in the film..) about a "schizo" who thinks he's Jesus and decides to videotape naked women for no apparent reason and send the tape to the cops...right. Then we're treated to a bunch of soft-core nudie stills - for like forty-five minutes - and all of this is set to some extremely dull and drony goth-metal soundtrack. There is no dialogue, no "acting", no nothing..."

If Jesus Christ: Serial Rapist is not a classic, or even a good movie, then why is it for sale on the Turner Classic Movies website? Turner Classic Movies should be a repository for cinematic masterpieces such as Singing in the Rain, West Side Story, or Ben Hur.

I wonder if anyone at Turner Classic Movies knows Jesus Christ: Serial Rapist is listed on their site. I wonder how or if they monitor contributor content.

Perhaps this was the doing of Bill Zebub, sticking another stick in the eye of social convention. Well played, sir. Well played.

Steak Break The Movie Review

Tampa comic John Jacobs is a genius.

Tampa comic John Jacobs wasted his time.

Neither of these statements may be true. Both of these statements might be true.

This dichotomy is the essence of Jacobs's new movie, Steak Break. On its surface, the movie is about a performer testing his abilities in an entertainment district and hoping to raise enough money in passerby contributions to buy a steak at a local restaurant.

But the movie and Jacobs's purpose is far deeper. Between clips of Jacobs telling jokes, dancing, singing, dribbling a basketball, and attempting skateboard tricks is an inner dialogue Jacobs has with himself, questioning the purpose of the endeavor. Is he really there to raise money for dinner? Or is he trying to test the limits of his skills by performing for hours on a street corner? Or is he trying to better understand the psyche of his audience and what they will pay for? How much is performance art really worth?

Although the movie never mentions how long Jacobs performed on the streets of Ybor City, we can assume from the background that he was there for at least 8 hours. He starts in the middle of the day as passerbys are either tourists or people on their way to or from work, many of whom can't be bothered by the guy singing on a corner. By the end of the movie, he is engaging with barflies and club goers, some of whom take over his role with their own antics.

Somewhere in between - I believe it was near or after 8pm - I crossed path with Jacobs while on my way back from dinner. By then, he was joined by fellow local comic Clark Brooks. My interaction with Jacobs and Brooks is in the movie at the 42:00 mark.

 
Jacobs engages with many interesting characters, from a lady in a wheelchair who says he is great, to a freestyle rapper, to a young couple who got engaged moments earlier. By the end of the movie, their stories and interactions become almost as much of a story as Jacob's quest to earn money for food.

Following his interactions with Ybor City's nightlife, Jacobs finally calls it a night. He then checks his hat to see how much he received for his hours of performing. Did he make money, and if so, was it enough for a steak? If he did make enough money, did the buy the steak?

Was the endeavor worth the trouble?

Steak Break The Movie is a film about a quest. A quest to make money, a quest to test the limits of human performance, and lastly, a quest to determine the value of art. For these, Jacobs doesn't have to be good. He just has to endure.

Watching Steak Break, I wondered how the movie would have progressed if one passerby dropped a $100 bill into Jacobs's hat in the first hour. With $100 Jacobs could have bought multiple steaks. Had this happened Steak Break would not have been as interesting. Without the struggle, Steak Break probably would have been boring.

And while he may or may not be a genius, John Jacobs is anything but boring.

Watch Steak Break The Movie below:

Meeting Cristela Alonzo in Tampa

Last month I had the awesome opportunity to see comedian, writer, actress, and activist Cristela Alonzo live in Tampa. She was hilarious. Afterwards, I bought her new book and gave her a copy of mine. We both signed our respective books for the other. Very cool moment.

Undercover Brother 2 Review: Unfunky and Unfunny AF

Before 90% of internet traffic went to only four sites, before the dark times, before the empires of Facebook and Google, the early internet was a funky place, full of ideas and creativity. Among the many creative videos the early internet spawned was the pre-YouTube series Undercover Brother, written by John Ridley - the same John Ridley who wrote "12 Years a Slave", The Wanda Sykes Show, and Barbershop.

Ridley's Urban Entertainment sold the rights for the Undercover Brother series to Universal in 2000. According to reports, it was the first Internet-based project to get picked up by a major film studio.

In 2002, comedian Eddie Griffin starred in Hollywood's version of the popular web series. Directed by Spike Lee's cousin, Malcolm Lee, Griffin's movie captured the spirit of comedic rebellion. It was witty, quotable, and light, but still carried a strong socio-political theme. It was a Parliament-Funkadelic album on the big screen. It had a fight-the-power message you could laugh with. It had songs by Snoop Dogg and Bootsy Collins and a cameo by James Brown. It could not be any funkier.

Undercover Brother was a classic.

Fast-forward to 2019. 16 years after Undercover Brother dueled Mr. Feather and The Man, Hollywood green-lighted Undercover Brother 2. Written by comedian Ian Edwards and Stephen Mazur and directed by Leslie Small, the movie went straight to DVD/Netflix without passing go and without collecting $41 million in the theater.

That should be a warning.

The best way for me to sum up Undercover Brother 2 is to say that it's existence is a plan by The Man to diminish the legacy of the first movie.

It is bad. It is not as bad as Joe Dirt 2, How High 2, or the Shaq-Fu video game, but it is close. After you read this review, my suggestion is to forget Undercover Brother 2 existed.

But because I bought Undercover Brother 2 on DVD, I am going to cover what I liked, what I didn't like, and where those responsible for this travesty dropped the ball.

(Spoiler Alerts Ahead, if you care not to have this rotten movie spoiled.)

What I liked:

New supporting agents: Sarcastic Brother and Harvard Brother were decent replacements for Conspiracy Brother and Smart Brother - on paper. In the movie, however, nothing can equal Dave Chappelle's litanies against The Man. Conspiracy Brother fueled the concept of The Man as intangible bugaboo that controls everything. The jokes for Sarcastic Brother were not written half as well. If written better, these new agents had a chance to equal the original.

(I wonder if Undercover Brother 2 could have done another Conspiracy Brother being that conspiracy theories are now all 4Chan/QAnon/Illuminati conservatives who believe the all-powerful Deep State is trying to drive America into a One World Government.)

What I didn't like: 

Casting: Michael Jai White is awesome in action movies. He is also well-known as Black Dynamite, another socio-political classic about fighting The Man. Why was he cast as Undercover Brother? This is like casting Robert Downey Jr as Superman. Robert Downey Jr will always be Iron Man and Michael Jai White will always be Black Dynamite.

While Michael Jai White did have a few martial arts scenes, which is a great use of his abilities, there was not enough to make casting him worth the confusion. There are probably many African-American comics who could have fit the role better.

Personification of The Man: In the original Undercover Brother, the director made sure never to show who The Man was. Viewers saw his hands, but there was always a shade on his face. That effect enforced the idea that The Man was an omnipotent, all-powerful entity. It was brilliant.

Undercover Brother 2 not only gave The Man a face, they misused the character completely. They made The Man a person, not a thing to fight. By making The Man a person, they evened the roles of antagonist and protagonist. There was a reason Mr. Feather took the fall in the first Undercover Brother movie. Undercover Brother could fight Mr. Feather but he could never topple The Man. That was the point of The Man. The forces of good are always defending against The Man, yet they can never defeat him. And what would Undercover Brother do if he topple The Man?

My last complaint with Undercover Brother 2's misuse of The Man is that The Man is pigeonholed as an old racist American white man. As a concept, The Man is far more than that. My recent book, The Man Makes You Work: How the Rich and Powerful Hold Down Everyone, explores the fact that The Man is an omnipotent eternal global negative force that prevents people from reaching their goals. In my book, The Man keeps his mystery and power.

Concluding with Undercover Brother's new night club: Horrible. After foiling The Man, Undercover Brother could have been like Black Panther and opened up a cultural learning center. Instead, Undercover Brother and his brother open a place that does not contribute to their neighborhood at all. Where is the positivity and social growth there?

Undercover Brother's brother's relationship with the Chief: While it was great that the BROTHERHOOD had a female chief, the affair between the Chief and Undercover Brother's brother was useless. It was awkward and made no sense. There was no reason for it. If anything, it diminished the Chief's role as leader for her to engage in a relationship with one of her agents.

Manson: As a character, The Man's son was completely unbelievable. He had no goals. There was also no point in his random gun shooting or drug addiction.

Missed Opportunities:

Russian Woke AF: When the original Woke drug is destroyed, Manson (Son of The Man) creates a plan to import more social dividing drugs from the Russians. Given the presence of Russian disinformation in our current politics and Russian goals of dividing people in nations all over the world, this was an awesome idea. It could have made a Vladimir Putin-type character an agent of The Man and made the movie international, moving it beyond holding down American minority groups. Instead, the idea was tossed away in 5 minutes and nothing came of it. Frustrating.

Not using breweries: The antagonist in Undercover Brother 2 uses coffee shops to distribute his Woke drug to cities. This echoed the fried chicken gimmick in the original Undercover Brother. But to make plot more realistic in gentrified areas, the antagonist could have also distributed the Woke drug through breweries, possibly specifically using IPAs as the distribution device. While that would have been similar to Black Dynamite's use of malt liquor to poison the populace, it would have expanded The Man's reach of his drug to urban populations.

College infiltration: Colleges are supposedly where people are the most socially conscious. Not playing up the idea that political correctness of college campuses has run amok missed a huge opportunity. Perhaps Undercover Brother could have used a historically black college marching band (FAMU, Bethune-Cookman, Howard, etc) to funk up a campus of arguing students. This idea could have also led to a great George Clinton or Bootsy Collins cameo.

"Shaquille O'Neal" punches: One of the funniest parts of the original Undercover Brother was how Eddie Griffith shouted names when he connected a punch or kick. Nowhere in Undercover Brother 2 was that done. That should have been an easy carry over joke.

Overall, Undercover Brother 2 was very underwhelming. It was the result of many bad decisions. And I made a bad decision in buying it.

Deadspin is Dead Long Live Bloggers

For all intents and purposes, Deadspin.com died earlier this month. After corporate orders restricting content to only sports, the site's writers and editors walked out in protest.

Since 2005, Deadspin.com was a bastion for against the grain views. When the mainstream media, especially sports media, was grasping with how to handle their growing online audience, Deadspin was at the forefront of the sports blog "revolution". Bloggers were influencing how the online audience thought, and their views were vastly different from the TV-viewing audience.

Many sports blogs wrote from a fan-based perspective not seen in the "ivory tower" of established journalism. To the internet-savvy fan, newspapers were a relic of a slower past. This infuriated more traditional media representatives such as Bob Costas and Buzz Bissinger.

Check out this video of Bob Costas's interview with Deadspin founder Will Leitch in 2008. Costas begins by calling the blogosphere the "wild west of the internet" where "anyone can post anything".



(The best part is Costas decrying the "potshots and mean spirited abuse" abundant online. As more people got online and as the internet became more of our daily lives and media went from easy to "social", the mean spiritedness only got worse. If only we had to worry about a few sarcastic comment sections. But that's a social commentary for another day. Maybe another blog post.)

Simply put, the breaking of the publishing barriers and the ease of blogging allowed readers to read, learn, or laugh about sports in ways that circumvented traditional media. Blogs and stat sites were the underground. Blogging was a cool kids club similar to hackers or other online groups that the mainstream didn't understand.

During the time of Deadspin's rise, I wrote frequently on this site and my work and my words were quoted on Deadspin a few times.

In September 2008, for example, then-editor Rick Chandler and I had a small back-and-forth when Chandler insulted the Tampa Bay Rays. First, Chandler posted a letter I wrote to the editor on his post entitled "Mock The Mohawk At Your Own Peril":

On Tuesday, I received this email: Rick I always thought Deadspin was the place for the underdog. I don't know your sports affiliations, but you definitely came off as siding with the Red Sox in your post on last night's Rays vs. Red Sox game, particularly your shot at the Rays attendance (the majority were of course pro-Red Sox). I'll be at tonight's game and I'll definitely be able to determine if the majority of fans are pro-Rays, as they normally are, or pro-Boston. If you are there too, please let me know. I'll say hi. You know, I never thought Deadspin would be pro-Evil Empire; I thought that was ESPN's job. Things definitely have changed since Will Leitch left. Jordi Scrubbings

That night, I wrote a post documenting different types of Rays fans, which Chandler then quoted the next day on Deadspin.

Secondly, there was a sellout crowd of 36,048. And as my pal Jordi Scrubbings points out, most, evidently, were Rays fans. Scrubbings has taken me to task for claiming that Rays fans are uninspired and rarely present, so he took the time to document his claims to the contrary. Included in his thesis is this example of the Rays Mohawk:

You had to roll with the punches. If you had a sense of humor, the blogosphere was fun.

I also wrote a post for Deadspin in 2009. I was picked to preview Florida State basketball in the NCAA Tournament. I had to send them a sample of my writing and in return, they provided me with a bit of exposure.

Besides being quoted and writing for Deadspin, writing about Deadspin was also a thing. Yes, it was naval gazing, but many sports bloggers knew they were part of something new. Again, it was similar to the early hackers who knew the internet was going to be big and they were on the cusp of a movement. Sports bloggers knew there were going to be changes to how people ingested their sports. We knew something was happening at the crossroads of technology and media.

(Unfortunately, like the early hackers, early bloggers couldn't control what happened to online sports media, they could only write about it. But that too is a possible post for another day.)

My favorite naval gazing post was written when original editor Will Leitch left Deadspin in 2008. This post entitled "Hey, Wait, I'm Blogging Sports Complaints" used Leitch's love for Nirvana as a basis for discussing the blogging "revolution".

Ironically, at the end of the article, I attempted to predict the future of Deadspin.

"Will the mantra Leitch promoted be marginalized by the very consumerist machine that sparked its conception?"

Although editors who followed Leitch continued his philosophy of speaking truth to power, the inside powers that be - venture capitalists who eventually purchased Deadspin as part of an online journalism conglomerate - killed the site.

Admittedly, I haven't been a regular reader of Deadspin for several years. I have no idea how much of their posts were sports versus partly sports versus completely non-sports. But that is not the point. The point is that a website that was once the pinnacle of the underground was eventually forced to lose its voice.

While I am disappointed Deadspin is dead, I do not share in the thought that all is lost. Writers will still write. Writers who were previously employed by Deadspin will surface again. They will continue to put words on screens and click publish buttons. Before the days of Deadspin and other corporate forums, many writers were underground. If need be, the former voices of Deadspin will publish underground again - be it on sites such as wordpress or blogspot, or on their own websites.

And when the former voices of Deadspin do write again, they have the power of social media (particularly twitter) to market their works. That built-in audience is an advantage that the early blogosphere did not have.

Unfortunately, independent blogging rarely pays. This is why so many writers flocked to corporate owned platforms over the past 10 years. Perhaps many of the former Deadspin writers will find paid gigs - if so, more power to them. I fear some will not.

But if I could make one media suggestion before I conclude this ode, it is that the internet needs better aggregation sites. We need sites that list the best writing from independent writers and bloggers and lets readers discover new voices. In the early blogging days, sites such as Deadspin, The Big Lead, and others always had a "link dump" of the best articles they found that week. For a small, independent blogger having an article listed on a major site meant hundreds, if not thousands of new views to your work.

Unfortunately, aggregation posts don't get many ad clicks and page views. Few people share aggregation posts - they more likely share the articles the aggregation posts link to. Aggregation posts have to either be vanity pages or they have to be on sites such as Reddit.

In conclusion, this has become quite the long ode. But this is my site and no venture capitalist is going to tell me to wrap it up.

Long live Deadspin - a site that helped me not only gain exposure and confidence in my writing but also taught me about blogging to power - something I have done often on my Tampa Bay Baseball Market website. There, I don't have access, favor, or discretion and sure enough, several of Tampa's mainstream sports writers don't like my voice or opinions. Oh well.

Hard to believe I have been writing online for over 13 years. The writing world is a lot different these days. But even though time passes, and we know lives and businesses come and go, it is still sad to see the home of a revolution strangled by the hands of corporate greed.

RIP Deadspin.

Affirmed.