It's Vincent Smith and I am checking in to give a little update the garden project. A few weeks ago we were part of a video shoot in Flint and #EATING is featured as part of a commercial for Flint Public Health campaign.
For those of you who don't know we started #EATING project and I build gardens with youth so they have good role models and learn about accountability, taking care of their neighborhoods, and how to eat healthy. We started in my hometown in Florida and now we are in Flint.
This last picture is our other Team Gardens member - from Flint and went to the NY Jets and now plays Pro Basketball in Finland. We have a group of about a dozen or so neighbor kids that we garden with.
You can read more about us at teamgardens.org
you can get our cool #EATING shirts at shopeating.com
and if you want to hang out during tailgating email me at [email protected]
If you emailed me already and heard back I am behind on emails and I am not really a computer person but I am learning to be one.
As founder, chairman, AND president of the "One More Year Jabrill" foundation, I am disconcerted at NFL projections already making the way around The Internets.
I am further disheartened by the projections of WHERE he might go.
I wish to start a GoFundMe account to keep him in school and avoid being selected here...
Yes, I know...mock drafts be damned.
Jabrill Peppers, SS, Michigan: Entering a contract year, Johnathan Cyprien has yet to cement himself as a starting-caliber safety. An above average athlete, Peppers can do just about everything on the football field.
At least one person will be happy about this should it come to fruitiion.
p.s. Jabrill should be #1. Obviously.
W. P. Kinsella passed away last weekend at the age of eighty-one. During his lifetime, Kinsella published seven novels and over a dozen collections of short stories, but the work for which he will be most remembered is Shoeless Joe, the book on which the 1989 film Field of Dreams was based. Now familiar to sports fans and non-sports fans alike, the story hardly needs to be recounted: an Iowa man hears a spectral voice while standing in the middle of his cornfield, and by heeding its call, the man discovers a way back to the baseball heroes of his youth. Kinsella’s work was often assigned the label of magical realism, a term which suggests the blending of fact and fantasy into a tenuous equilibrium, but to the true devotee, Kinsella’s work may read more like a testament of faith. Kinsella’s lasting contribution may be the way in which he taught sports fans to believe in the voice from the sky.
For thirty-three years, until 2005, Howard King was the voice from the sky in Michigan Stadium, where he served as the public address announcer. Understated and level, King’s voice raised an entire generation of Michigan Football fans to appreciate the unique culture of the program: substance over style, consistency over conceit, tradition over all. This was not the culture of most other institutions, and certainly not of the businesses which constitute the NFL, all of whom sold their souls to the Devil in exchange for a few extra decibels of arousal. In fact, up until the last decade, Michigan Stadium crowds were frequently disparaged for behaving more like an audience at a symphony -- clapping at appropriate times, looking on in silence during the rest -- than a throng at a football game. Whether or not the criticism was fair mattered little (nor does the fact that King’s replacement, Carl Grapentine, is -- of all things -- a deejay for a classical music radio station). Michigan fans didn’t care. We didn’t need piped-in music or pleas for cheering. All we wanted was our beautiful metaphor, the steady drone of Howard King’s voice punctuating another methodical march down the field.
To those who watched carefully, King was once again present at The Big House this past Saturday afternoon, though this time, it was not his voice which greeted fans but, rather, his image. Since the arrival of coach Jim Harbaugh last season, Michigan’s game day field entrance has been preceded by a video montage -- narrated by another iconic Michigan voice, James Earl Jones -- featuring footage of Michigan greats from all walks of University life: astronauts, United States Presidents, professors, former athletes, television personalities, and olympians. Each week, the video changes ever so slightly, substituting a picture here or there so as to keep the cast in fresh rotation. In the most recent edition, someone in the athletic department had decided to slip in a black and white shot of King glancing at the camera from his regular perch, in front of a microphone in the old Michigan Stadium press box. How many other fanbases would recognize a mugshot of their former public address announcer? Yet it was unmistakable. For a split second, he was there.
The powers that be have not been kind to Michigan Football fans for much of the past decade, yet I’m not talking about phantom forces or the proverbial Big Man Upstairs. Most notably through the amalgam of quagmires brought on by former athletic director Dave Brandon, those who’ve stayed have felt the foundation of the community tested again and again by higher ups who’ve tried to reboot and rebrand Michigan Football for their warped, data-driven concept of the twenty-first century. Too often during that time, Michigan fans have been told their program is something that it isn’t: an alt-rock jam named “In The Big House”; a two-tickets-for-a-bottle-of-Co
Before the season, Jabrill Peppers was just outside the top 10 on most Heisman Watch lists, but after the Colorado game, he's finally in the top five on many of the major ones.
He's fifth on the USA Today watch list.
He's fifth on the Sports Illustrated watch list.
And he's sixth on the CBS Sports watch list.
Heisman lists in September don't mean a whole lot (ask Leonard Fournette), but it's still cool to see him getting the national hype he deserves.
He's a troll who says things to get reactions. We're not going to help that anymore. We're just going to sniff at his employers and think less of anyone who cares what he thinks.