Showing posts with label heisman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heisman. Show all posts

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Open Letter To Peyton Manning

Dear Peyton Manning,

I want to start by saying I was once a fan. As a young woman, I watched you play at Tennessee and was always impressed with your character and what I perceived to be class. Now I believe you were pandering for the American audience and the camera. I read what you did to Dr. Naughright and I can say I know she is telling the truth. You, Sir, are a Class A creep and utter moron.

While there are women who target professional athletes, Dr. Naughright has a record of not only being good at what she does, but accomplished. Others have said this doesn't matter but it does. For years she endured abuse from not only you, but other male athletes at University of Tennessee. Oh, and what was worse was that it seems her bosses encouraged it.

As I said for many years I was a fan. Through the Heisman community I heard nothing but good about your family. It was hard for me to digest at first. As a matter of fact my baby sister, an ER doctor, won the Wendy's High School Heisman. Yes, just like Jamie Naughright she's a doctor. I know it's hard for you to fathom that women aren't just designed to please your sexual needs.

Honestly, maybe it was a stupid asinine prank at it's worst. Maybe you did mean to moon your fellow moron and it went terribly awry. Maybe you did mean to teach her a lesson, because after all, she was an uptight bitch harshing your mellow and a Manning man cannot have that. Maybe she was a "cunt bumper" as your coaches called her and other women in the athletic department, and in your good old boy culture "dykes" aren't tolerated, so maybe you did a childish, homophobic thing. Maybe you didn't believe women belonged in your locker room and just wanted to be a jerkoff because you were young and weren't thinking. Maybe you were a super spoiled, rich, arrogant asshole who never had to work for a damn thing in his life and you felt that as star quarterback we were all your surfs as you were lord of the manor. Or maybe you were so inconsiderate that you didn't understand that your behavior could cause discomfort and ultimate harm to someone just doing her job. But why would you?

Let's say you are as stupid is as stupid does, and you didn't mean to hurt her. Why not apologize? Why not admit you did a dickface thing, no pun intended. Why not just let this woman have her job and her dignity? Why not learn so you don't continue to be a bully in the future? No, that would be too easy.

Instead you took the asshole, low road. You proceeded to slander Dr. Naughright. Yes, I called her Dr. Naughright. I know to you women are just being there to serve you and suck your dick but Mr. Manning, Sir, they get advanced degrees now and become accomplished professionals in a variety of fields. One is even a presidential candidate.

In any event, you said she used "vulgar language" and that offended you. Mind you, your private area in her face offended her but why should she matter? A woman's place is in the kitchen. Then you even claimed she was dating and having sex with black athletes. You did this to make her look like trashy. Sir, you and your father Archie-whom up to this point I believed to be a man of honor as well-did some serious victim blaming. I am going to call bullshit where it is.

Now I wish I could say it ended there but it didn't. You proceeded to reenact the incident with your boy's club anytime Dr. Naughright was present, and you even knocked something out of her hand once or twice in order to cause further intimidation. Of course this was after she stood up for herself and complained. She had no right to do that. This is your planet. Women folk just live on it.

The athletic director insisted and said you were mooning a friend and it went wrong. Everyone else called bullshit on you. One young man who would not lie to protect you lost his athletic scholarship because he didn't want to protect the white prince who could throw a football. Maybe he didn't have your talent but he knew to do the right thing, and that says more for him than it could ever for any of the stupid rings you have on your finger that could easily be pawned by some burglar. Others under oath spoke about Dr. Naughright's character and professionalism, and asserted that you were in fact an ass clown, creep, and dickface.

The jury of course rendered their verdict because Tennessee is a state where they make up the law as they go, university system included. Jamie Naughright, despite 10 years of hard work to build her name, was torn down by you and chauvinism. She got a sizeable settlement and left. Mind you money couldn't take back the years of sexism and torment she had to endure to get where she needed to go with her career, and the headway she achieved before you came and took it away. If money could buy class we would all have it. You of course should know.

When Dr. Naughright left, she was encouraged to say a black athlete did the damage. Not only was that a lie, but in a system where women were treated as chattel it appears they had not received the news of the 13, 14, and 15 Amendments being passed. Translated, black athletes are whole people and it is not only amoral but illegal to accuse them of sexual assaults against white women that they did not perpetrate. Then again, he was 3/5 of a person according to anyone's logic here so it's all good.

As if that wasn't enough, you and Daddy Dearest proceeded to slander Dr. Naughright in print long after you had settled. You wrote, or rather paid some poor soul who just wanted a writing job to ghost write your book, because as a spoiled athlete who only went to college for football you probably never once attended class. You also sent her a threatening package and got her demoted from the job she had for years after the fact. Then again, you are a man and you just had to put this woman in her place one last time.

I know your mother was a mere Homecoming Queen at Ole Miss, and while I cannot speak for her character I know perhaps she pandered to her father and her sons and this is why you turned out to be the selfish monster you are. Unfortunately, as someone who has survived domestic violence and has written extensively about it, my belief is that the pattern for people like you starts with a weak willed maternal figure. And men like you cannot deal with a woman in authority or a woman that opposes you. It appears Dr. Naughright did both.

As a man in sports you have had everything handed to you and are ignorant of the plight of people such as Dr. Naughright. My mother was captain of her Division I swim team in college. A true and original Title IX crusader, she led a sit in so she and her college teammates could have letter jackets commemorating their winning season. For the men's team, this was never a dispute. My mother went on to have not only a successful career as an athlete but as a coach. She took a lot of heat from knuckle dragging, mouth breathing, entitled, idiots like yourself. Because of this, she helped pave the way for women like Dr. Naughright. However, this means nothing to someone like yourself who never had the pleasure and pain of having to fight for what he has.

Luckily not all male football players share your stone aged view on gender. My brother was also a football star in high school and in college at Brown University. Playing on the defensive line, he took a lot of hits and was injured quite a bit. Never once in his athletic career did he think let alone entertain the thought of making a female trainer sexually uncomfortable. Not only are you a pig, but you are a disgrace to any decent man who has ever played the game or football in any capacity.

I have been on the other side of cretin scum like yourself, men who think women like myself are designed just for their needs. Men who cannot stand having a woman with a backbone. As a young woman, I had many guy friends and believed feminism to be an outdated cause and sexism dead. When I got knee deep into comedy I realized how wrong I was. Sexism is alive and well, and men like you keep breathing new life into it.

During my career, where I have done nothing but work hard and sacrifice in order to get to the next level, I have been accused by male headliners of doing various sexual favors. Why would a woman ever work hard? Then there was the time this male booker, a washed up comedian like you are a washed up quarterback, bombed onstage. Afterwards, he cornered me, pinned me against the wall, and reached his hands down my pants. So I punched him and ran out of the club.

He didn't think it was so funny I guess because he called me a bitch, but it was funnier than anything he said on stage all evening. Guess I'm not gonna be booked there anytime soon. After hitting the street, I took a turn and knew not where I was. I was too dazed to cry, and too confused and shocked as a result of my ordeal to know I wandered into a bad neighborhood. Luckily I was rescued by someone who saw me walking and took me to a safe train.

As you can see I have a vulgar mouth. And I even, gasp, dated a black guy. Apparently, according to the standards of Peyton and Archie Manning, I was deserving of this unwanted sexual contact.

Of course you don't get it. Your whole career has been handed to you and you have never had a hard day in your life. Lucky your throwing arm was always good. Because you are an inbred, stupid, not to mention ugly mutherfucker. You make millions of dollars. And let me tell you, that is probably the only reason your wife sleeps with you. With absolute certainty, I can ascertain that you are stale as a conversationalist, a controlling husband, and suck in the sack. No one else would be with you if you didn't have that financial perk, trust me. Otherwise, you would be dragging a dollar bill through the nearest trailer park or hanging out at Shony's Bar.

Let me tell you Dr. Naughright handled this better than I would have. She went the dignified way, the way one goes when they hope their employer will do the right thing. I have experienced sexism and the evil of the paradigm. While it is your world and my people merely exist in it, I would have ruined you in ways you never imagined. For starters, I would have told anyone who would listen about what a small, unimpressive penis you had. Then I would have called Howard Stern with details as soon as you were drafted. I would have done the same to Mancow and Opie and Anthony. And I would have even written to Playboy and xoJane. I would have made your life a living hell. I would have given you the bad day you never had. So thank your lucky stars it was Dr. Naughright and not I, dickface.

Your behavior was downright apocryphal. You are a detriment to all my wonderful male supporters. And yes, we make raunchy jokes sometimes, but no one is actually assaulted in a way that makes them uncomfortable mind you. But if you shove your manhood in my face, it must be because I put sassified pictures of myself online. Of course, shithead.

I hope and pray you have grown up and have learned to respect women as complete people, but I seriously doubt an entitled shitbag like you knows how to do that. You probably won't read this, but others will. If you do I hope it makes you uncomfortable. I hope it gives you a bad day. I think it's fair, Dr. Naughright has had plenty of those on your account.

Prayerfully,
April
 

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Closer to Fine (Indigo Girls)


For the first time in almost three weeks I am starting to feel like myself again. Despite being burglarized, my life is starting to achieve some modicum of normal again. Still the after effects can be felt all over me. It’s being invaded and you never feel the same. Suddenly you want to quadruple lock every door. Then you just get so angry that you work just to have a few things and some people feel the need to take them.

The crazy thing is, I think I know who did this to me too. I wont go into too much detail but I know who it is and can’t lawfully prove it. Sure I could take justice into my own hands. But here’s the thing. I hate dealing with cops when I am a victim, imagine how nasty they can be when you are a suspect. Then again don’t get me started on how victims have no rights, criminals have too many, and white people who can afford the deceased Robert Kardashian have it all.

During this period things got complicated with a friend of mine. Yes he is a ladies man but maybe he is less of a ladies man than I thought. Actually he was quite lovely. If it weren’t for him I wouldn’t have gotten through his disaster. Unfortunately he took a job in Utah at a ski resort. While he wanted to do the long distance thing I pulled the plug. I let him know if things change I will reconsider. But all and all I left with the notion that perhaps I need to chill out. That all men weren’t evil demons determined to make my life miserable by making me their prisoner in an ivory tower of our own doom and destruction. Rather they were breathing beings with thoughts and feelings. And for the first time in a long time I felt like I could love again, like my heart wasn’t a solid ice box.

On the other hand there is still a part of me that is an alley cat, that wants to roam free. One guy I hung out with said he could make me fall in love and get attached but he would never get attached. I wanted to laugh. I knew under that macho bullshit he was fixing to play a game with me. At the same time I am a child of the night, a force of wind and fire. I don’t get attached. I haven’t been faithful since my ex fiancĂ©. Every guy since then I either verbally assaulted because they deserved it or just couldn’t bring myself to stay faithful. Men eventually cheat and always think about it. I figured why not join the party? It’s a way to live that is more true to nature. Humans are the only ones in the animal kingdom that waste their time with the stupidity of feeling.

The good news is that I am back on YouNow again. I was away from doing shows and missed everyone. Sunday’s show was tough. A lot of it was that I have been away and the population on the website has shifted. I always got along with the little Brit kids but the Americans that didn’t have left. As a result of the influx of newbies many didn’t know about my show. Then of course the talk two tab is new. While Sunday’s show had a wonderful spread of new people I felt tired from all the drama and it reflected. Plus I just cussed some folks out earlier on the air. I got some shit but hey. I got thirty new fans as a result.

Monday morning I got an email from someone associated with YouNow about how my show seemed to lag because it hadn’t been on. Perhaps they had picked up on the anger I was feeling. Perhaps they picked up on my tiredness. Perhaps it was that this show wasn’t so well planned. Perhaps it was just time to get over it.

Then I realized that I had a lot going for me. For one I have my Poppy Seeds aka my fans who are all young kids who seemingly look up to me and watch me on younow. They missed me and am glad I am back. The best kick in the head was that I realized for as much as I want it to be things aren’t always about me. It’s selfish for me to have my own pity party plus bounce house while my fans depend on me for inspiration. They need me to be positive. They need me to be there for them, letting them know that if they run into a bully that its not a reflection of them but rather the bully and it’s going to be okay. Plus I also have to make my shows fun and exciting no matter how tired I get. And for as tired as I feel the people at YouNow appreciate my hardwork and effort.

Not to mention this week my episode of Pig Roast With Otto and George premiered on bashboxtv.com. Not only did I get to share air time with the very sexy Wild Cherryz who make me sexier just by second hand smokiness, but I got to work with Otto Petersen, a ventriloquist who is not only legendary but one I look up to. I remember working with him when I was only twenty and he asked if May had a last name. I said no. He said it was important that she have a last name because it would make her more real thus she was Christened May Wilson. Now all my puppets have sirnames. But it was cool working with Otto and I received lots of compliments on the episode.

Then I was on Anthony Bourdain’s new show on the Travel Channel. My gay cop puppet Officer E made his television debut. Actually his full name is Officer Edward Eduardo Edwardsen but he prefers Officer E. Anyway he agreed sushi was too expensive in NYC and he is looking for a rich husband. Look out May Wilson, you may have some competition for the diva chair in the Legendary House of Mama Foxxx. But the crazy thing is, everyone and their mother has seen the episode but I have not. My mother is in the process of tevoing it. I have been on TV a lot this past year and everyone always says to me, “April, saw you on TV.” And they asked me what I thought of it and then I say, “Wait, I was on TV? Tell me all about it. No seriously, I don’t own a TV. Tell me all about it.”

I also did a show for a bunch of kiddies this weekend at a yearly holiday party thrown by a large law firm. The kids loved me, they loved me so much they wouldn’t leave. As a matter of fact they fought over who would hold the sign, who would be the reindeer who would do this or that. Instead of moving on to see the juggler they wanted more puppets. I had three half hour shows. Instead I just kept performing continuously for three and a half hours with no stop because people kept coming in and out, in and out. Then other kids kept coming in with their reluctant parents as hostages because good things were said. Of course then there were the older folks who were fascinated by ventriloquism and wanted to see it. Soon other entertainers were coming in the room because the kiddie traffic was coming my way. While I loved the adoration of my fans and my bosses informed me that I would be back every year because I was so loved I was tired.  I hadn’t done this since my days as a street performer, a career I stopped after a near deadly attack from a psycho homeless dude. While it was fun I forgot how it just made you exhausted. In my sleep I can still hear, “More puppets! More puppets! We want more puppets!”  Tats when I sceam, “NO!!!!”

Then of course I got a fan letter from a retired soldier who saw me in a flick I did two years ago called Lullaby about street performers. The letter was a little crazy but very sweet and he requested a fan photo. I read this to my  friend who had a laugh and we both agreed to call the cops if he showed up at my door with a copy of Catcher in the Rye.

I also found out a year ago when they were talking smack on me on a radio station a comedian I look up to and respect from my hometown who is now making good  called in and defended me. I was like wow. Not only is this guy funny, but he is a Yinzer just like me. I will give you a clue about who it is. He is on the show Mike and Molly. Won’t tell you who he is or what he does but it was enough to let me know not only do people who count know how hard I work but that my hard work is counting for something.

Last night I celebrated my new locks by going kickboxing. However my new locks worked so well  I couldn’t get in let alone any thief in the night. Crying I called my super and called my friend. I also got to meet and befriend a new neighbor. I called my friend Frankie bemoaning my fate asking why the universe wasn’t giving me a break. That’s when he told me I needed to take the bad with the good. While it was hard I took Frankie’s word for it. He’s been through a lot and seems wiser than someone who’s twenty nine. God only knows he has lived a lot more.

Then I thought about it as my super fixed my door. My life was good. Heisman Weekend is fast approaching and I will be part of the festivities. Sure my life was having a rough patch but with the bad there is always the good. As my super fixed my door and I watched my episode of Pig Roast he came over and saw me on screen. Not only did I look different but he informed me he didn’t know I even did that. And he also confessed he had always been a fan of ventriloquism.

God often speaks through my mother and I was ranting about wanting revenge on the person who burgled me and she informed me the best revenge was not putting them in a ditch but living well. And I am living well. Plus it could have been worse. When my mom was burglarized she actually walked in on them. Or they could have killed me. Or they could have taken everything. But they didn’t. My locks are fixed, I have good friends and above all things I feel safe and like April for the first time in forever.

I am going to continue to rock my way up and out. As I told my Mom a year ago that this wasn’t the end but only the beginning. More on the book and the single I am dropping soon as well as a soon to be music video. Until then, watch me this Sunday night from 8-10 pm EST on Confessions on YouNow.com’s Talk Two Channel. This week’s topic is Worst Christmas presents ever. Hope to see you there xoxox April

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Top 10 Sports Movies

Every year, since my baby sister Brenna won the Wendy’s High School Heisman, I get to go to the Heismans and partake in the festivities. I count sports luminaries such as Archie Griffin, two time Heisman winner (the only one in the history of the game) as well as Janet Hill (mother to NBA great Grant Hill and wife NFL great Alvin Hill). So during this weekend I always think of my favorite sports movies of all time. Because two things bring America together, sports and sports movies.
10. Necessary Roughness- A guy who was a college football great of sorts comes out of retirement to play major league ball and there is even a new love interest. As I remember, there is also quite a butt scene. It is funny, cute and in the guy gets the girl. What can I say? I am one for cheesy endings and  one for boy meets girl. Though the guy did turn into a loser before coming back to the field, why can’t I snag a football player?
9. The Last Boy Scout-This is a combination of Bruce Willis working with retired pro football player Damon Wayans. The film is a combination of comedy and a combination of blowing things up, two things Damon Wayans did before we went nuts and Bruce Willis did before he got old and fat. Either way, still a favorite.
8. Sand Lot- What summer baseball season can’t start out with watching this movie about a bunch of neighborhood misfits playing baseball in a sand lot? It is a combination of baseball, hi-jinx and coming of age that still tickles my heart to this day. There is something about an unathletic fat kid with a Jew fro that still warms my heart.
7. League of Their Own- Well Duh. I have to love this one. It has my girls Rosie O, Queen Madge, and Geena D. Aside from being a complete chick flick that makes me laugh, cry and am glad I am a woman so I can get away with these things, it gave us the famous line, “There is no crying in baseball.” How many times a day do you say that?
6. Sixth Man-This is a combination comedy and tear jerker about a kid who’s brother dies in a freak accident while shooting b-ball, but comes back as a ghost to help the team win. While it is hoaky and predictable it makes me laugh after all these years and not to mention has a special place in my heart because me and my smurfette Sco (Smurfette being little sister and Sco her nickname. Relax my folks weren’t that hard up) are quite close.
5. Any Given Sunday-It’s Jamie Foxx, Cameron Diaz and the lure of professional football. With a mix of comedy, drama and gritty truth it gives you a glimpse of what these made to play pro football pulverizing machines go through. Also, it is the scene where LL Cool J and Jamie Foxx had their famous off the camera fist fight. A must see, especially since it’s Ollie Stone in charge of the directing.


4. Angels in the Outfield- Yes there had to be a Disney film that made the list. This one is funny as Roger, a disenfranchised foster child’s dead beat father informs him that the only way they will be a family again is if the Anaheim Angels win the pennant. So coming to Roger’s rescue is a guardian angel named Al who not only tickles the funny bone helping to deliver a heart warming, family friendly story. It is one of my favorites of all time and teaches us about what is really important in life.
3. Major League-Yes I said Major League. Funny as hell. LMFAO. Charlie Sheen before he truly went cat shit crazy. Still gets me laughing after all these years when he plays the non-acting acting role of the bad boy always getting into trouble. Makes me laugh and makes me look forward to the Yankees.
2. The Blind Side-The true story of how Michael Orr of the Baltimore Ravens went from being a big, shy, quiet homeless indigent who wandered in and out of foster care to being adopted by a white family who not only became his legal guardians but fearlessly called him their son even going so far to put him on the Christmas card. In addition it is fun to see Sandra Bullock give an Oscar winning performance sticking it to Jesse James. Also, the husband of Sandra Bullock’s character has the best line after meeting Michael Orr’s tutor played by Kathy Bates, “Who’d ever think we’d have a black son before we knew a Democrat?”
1. The Express-A classic, this is the lifestory of Ernie Davis, the first black Heisman. Until this movie came out, the story of this young man was not told. Hailing from Elmira, New York, he played for Syracuse in the days of segregation and racism, going so far as to experience a riot as a result of his presence in the Cotton Bowl as well as not being escorted out of the banquet soon after receiving the Best Player Award because he happened to be black. Ernie Davis unfortunately succumbed to leukemia before being able to suit up for his first pro-game. However, the film paints a young man who was not only a talent on the field, but a true class act off. A role model and a hero for people of all races, people like Ernie Davis are what the scandal tainted world of pro sports is missing these days. As a bonus now not only have their been plenty of black Heisman winners, but his people now dominate the sport. Hey, good thing we ended segregation, otherwise pro football would be a bunch of white guys who wouldn’t run.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

We Still Love You Reggie

Reggie Bush, who has been under investigation from the Heisman Trust, voluntarily gave up his trophy and forfeited his title as the 2005 Heisman winner. He gave the following statement:
“It is for these reasons that I have made the difficult decision to forfeit my title as Heisman winner of 2005, The persistent media speculation regarding allegations dating back to my years at USC has been both painful and distracting. In no way should the storm around these allegations reflect in any way on the dignity of this award, nor on any other institutions or individuals. Nor should it distract from outstanding performances and hard-earned achievements either in the past, present or future.

“For the rest of my days, I will continue to strive to demonstrate through my actions and words that I was deserving of the confidence placed in me by the Heisman Trophy Trust. I would like to begin in this effort by turning a negative situation into a positive one by working with the Trustees to establish an educational program which will assist student-athletes and their families avoid some of the mistakes that I made. I am determined to view this event as an opportunity to help others and to advance the values and mission of the Heisman Trophy Trust.”

My response: Reggie did the honorable thing. Maybe he did something he wasn't supposed to do as a USC Student but he gave the trophy back and didnt go out in scandal. As one of the people who saw him give his Heisman acceptance speech it saddens me yet moves me that he voluntarily did the honorable thing by giving his beloved trophy up when he didn't have to. Although he may have participated in activities that he shouldn't have been, he showed he was a true hero with a back bone. Troy Smith who gambled on games wasn't even called into question and then there is OJ Simpson who stalked, brutalized and killed not one but two people. They get to keep their trophies. Does the punishment fit the crime?

Reggie, there are some of us out there that know the truth. We all still love you and wish you continued success in your already promising professional career.
We still love you Reggie and you are still a hero. Now go play some good football and no more banging skanks.