Post Game

That's done...it's over...I had to swing a second episode...I don't plan making another appearance in that forum.

Many have asked how do you feel? That's a hard question to answer per se, don't wanna be over-confident ya know, but I felt better walking out of this BAR exam than I did the first one. So....you know, it's in God's hands now. I did what I did. So ready to move forward, been in neutral a little too long for my liking.

Thanks to everyone that offered encouragement, gave mental support(the folk that answered their phones at 3 a.m.), or dropped off some Tupperware and foil over the past few weeks. It means more than you know...trust. Thank you!

In other news.....

Not to long ago I was listening to a lecture about What Makes a Man. I was nodding my head in general agreement as the speakers addressed the issues surrounding being a man. That is until one of the speakers said "there is no reason for a grown man to come home and play video games." I was like hell naw, why this cat gotta be throwin stones? What made it worse, were the many women in the audience that gave this nutjob a standing ovation. Of course my instincts told me to stand up and boo and tell them chicks to get in their places and have a damn seat. However, given my surroundings, I chose to stay in my seat and protest silently.

Women just don't understand the power of the PS2/XBOX. They don't. And does the fact that we can spend endless hours on the system (without moving) make us any less of a man? I think not. Heck, video games is what we did growing up. Old cats don't play video games cause they didn't grow up with them. So these old cats can't pass judgment judgment, I don't talk about them and their Stacy Adams. You know those shoes old dudes put on with their suits when they swear they are clean. I mean I accept them, so why ya'll gotta hate? Does it make us any less of a man because we choose to spend endless hours glued to the T.V.?

As I glance towards the sistas. Ya'll really be on that haterade when it come to video games. Hiding the joysticks, see, even the name tells you something, "JoyStick" come on. Where was I? Oh yes, hiding the games, holding them as hostage to annoy us. That aint even kool. Now I will admit, sometimes we can kind of overdo it. I have a best friend whose marriage fell apart cause of the Playstation. Heck, I guess I was an accomplice to it all and didn't even know. I would get to his house about 4 p.m., and he'd have the Madden ready to roll. Wife comes home bout 5 p.m., to a sink full of dishes, garbage falling out of the can, and kids walking round the house talking bout being hungry. And where are we? In the living room on the Playstation in our own little world. We would often remain their, glued to the T.V. late into the night as if neither of us had other responsibilities. This went on for weeks. A few times I sensed his wife with a little attitude, and I do think I tried to hint to him, maybe he should you know, do some chores or whatever it is married dudes do when the wifey gets attitudinal. But it didn't register, to either of us. That is until the night, while my boy was taking a bathroom break, his wife walked in the living room, and gave me one of those ugly looks, you know, that look that only sistas can give that makes the hair on your neck stand up. At that exact moment, I knew he was in for it, and that I might need to find me a new Playstation buddy.

But, you know ya'll I look at it like a glass half full rather than a glass half empty. Some of ya'll be complaining about your significant other never being at home, but at least if you buy him a PS/2, and some good games, you know where he will be. You won't have to worry bout him clubbin, and being out late at night. He is right there in the living room. You ladies should embrace the PS/2, look upon it as a good friend. Though its true that when we hold that joystick, we kind of forget that you exist, we often act like we don't hear you when you call our name or didn't hear the phone ring when you called or even notice you when you walk in front of the tv every two minutes. So what, look at the big picture, you know where we are and who we wit....You know...think about it.

This song been in the back of my mind for some reason. Hmmm.

Be back...