I tell you what...we won the game last night at Winston-Salem but I want the fellas to understand where they are and accept responsibility more consistently! I don't know if I can say that that way but I did and hopefully you get it! lol We were down 1 at half and I thought we were lucky to be down by just that with Marquise Kately only playing 4 minutes, Rogers Barnes only playing 5 and Reggie Holmes with one bucket. Itchy carried us thru the first half playing extremely hard but I was really disappointed in how some guys would come out of the game and immediately have an excuse for the their actions! That drives me crazy! When we are playing well you can almost always bet the guys are accepting responsibility and moving on. It's something about success and young folks now. They forget quick, what got them to the point of growth. It reminded me of the movie the Bad News Bears when in the beginning of their quest they would make mistakes and argue with each other and blame. By the end of the movie they were working as a team...helping each other, accepting responsibility for their actions and winning not just ball games but winning in this game we call life!
One example I can point out quickly was, one of our guys got beat back door. He immediately turn to another team mate and started to shout something to him and I jumped up and dug in his %#@ for not only over playing the play (which they are taught not to do...we don't deny the wing) but attempting to blame someone else. There are more examples and I even read the guys a quote from Muhammad Ali where he said his fight were won during all the running, training, sparing, crunches etc. far away from the actual ring. Some of the mistakes...THE mistakes the guys make are the same ones they make in practice and I'm big on perfect practice makes perfect not just practice. I have even stressed thru my on failures and mistakes how I accepted responsibility for my actions in the past and ONLY then was I able to move on! During my transgressions I never spoke out on another coach, the university or the NCAA. I took the hit, paid my dues and moved on. It was extremely hard but necessary. Failure humbles you and embarrasses you but the good news is if you are open to why you failed you allow yourself to grow and get better. The one thing I've learned over the years is EVERY successful person has failed before. And failure isn't really failing because you really only truly fail when you quit!
We left Winston-Salem last night (We did play better the 2nd half and on one occasion a player, after making a mistake said, "I'm sorry coach I messed up"...growth baby!) and are now in Orangeburg, SC and we'll practice today at noon for our game tomorrow vs South Carolina State. It will get better cause I won't stop teaching and making them look at the man in the mirror! You didn't get THAT! :) Michael Jackson....Damn....keep up! :) lol
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He didn't die ALONE NOT by Any means... HE Went TRULY HAPPY.
Here is the story. My name is Danielle Yogi Gregory formally brown. I met Deveran or Bleek as I knew him while we were studentas at Wilberforce university, the first black college owned and operated by African Americans founded in 1856Just a little history)Anyway Bleek and I became friends because we were both poets and writers. We performed and wrote together for years. Bleek was a talent like know other... He may not have been able to play in the NBA but he was truly one of the best writers and poets of this time. Any who while at wilberforce he married and had 2 beautiful SONS Miles and Malik ASHE Remember those names cause I'm sure they will lead the legacy. Bleek went through trails and tribulations of life like any other BLACK MAN. We managed to stay in touch. He was My brother. He hit hard times while in Florida with 2 of his former potamac teammates. Bleek WANTED to be be a POET and Nothing ELSE. Our other friend and sister Mia aand I sent for Bleek to come Live in Newark NJ. Mia had and extra bedroom it just seemed right. He Came and FLOURISHED becoming a well known POET in NEWARK just like in DC They KNEW HIS NAME. He spent alot of time at my house with my family and was loved by all who met him. He was the only other man outside my husband who had a key to my house. Alone he was not. I made sure he reconciled with his wife while in NJ and He regained a relationship with his wife and his 2 sons. I spoke to bleek while he was in the emergency room . They said it was pneumonia. This was followed by other complications and if you call me I can and will tell you about them. The night he passed his wife called me and My husband and I went 2 the hospital which was 2 blocks from my house I don't drive so I walked and When I got there it was confirmed that he passed. I viewd his body and he simply seemed like he was sleeping. While in Newark he was happy and surronded by friends, whomever gave you that information needs to check there facts or call me and I will let them know about my brother and friend . I cried for 3 days and I am no longer sad because I am comforted by the mere thought that he was happy and fufilledand attending church every sunday when he left this earth. We will be publishing at least 2 books of his works and all proceeds will go into a trust fund for his 2 boys. Now the Funeral. He loved Jazz, Hip hop and poetry. He funeral was no funeral at all it was more like an open mic. A jazz pianist, a trumpet player, and poetry done by me and my sister mia. He looked nice, I bought his attire and it wasn't some dry suit either. A tie a blazer a notebook and pens put in the coffin. I'm sorry but I had to set the record straight. Many people were at his funeral, From DC, Florida, Ohio, Chicago, Both of his parents All of his siblings, friends poets and more. Even 2 of the guys that got in the car accident . I met them.... and now they are my brothers through bleek. Sorry this was long but my brother's legacy can not and will not be tarnished.
I forgot to leave my info... caramell45@yahoo.com
973-393-5819... Tell monty to call me and let him know that I spoke 2 Art and lousy and he needs to call them...
Whats up Todd.This is Fridge,Dev roommate.We talked a couple times on the phone.I was replying to your blog..Bleek didn't die along.He was doing what he loved to do and thats write.Listen,on the surface it can look that way but its really not like that @ all.When they called me and told me that my right hand man was gone,I thought the same thing.But after going to the service and seeing how many people loved him,I had a different ideal about the situation.Yeah,Bleek ain't die around people that some may say that he should've but he died around love.Todd,those people in Jersey loved Bleek to death.Wherever you got your information from was wrong.Yeah,we all know Bleek was full of pride but I know without a doubt that he died the way HE wanted to..If you would like to know the REAL STORY,please fell free to call me @ (937)626-0611..
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Can you PLEASE tell Monty to give me a call.He knows who I am.1Luv&2Poems..Peace.
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