It's Vegas Baby.....

Memorial weekend in Vegas has to by far be one of the craziest times. People come from all over to party for a drunken "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" weekend.

Athletes are no different. Why should they be...after all they are just regular guys, right? Well I would personally say YEA they are just regular dudes who just happen to have a really good job. Some of them I have found out think they are Gods gift to women.

It's Sunday night memorial weekend and I am left (by my so called friends) alone. I'm thinking "Hey, I'm only in town for the night...I'm still going out, even if I am alone". Lucky for me a lot of people I knew happened to be in Vegas.

I start getting ready and sending out some bbm's (blackberry messages for those of you who don't own one) to see what everyone is up too. Finally, one of my friends hits back and says he's out eating at the Bellagio with his girl and a few other people then heading to "The Bank" ....sounds good to me so I start walking down the strip (alone) and thank God I was staying right next to the Bellagio because the street was pretty crazy.

So, to make a long story short because I just realized I am rambling.... we all end up at the Palms. My guy friend is really good friends with this "Irish" basketball player so we end up chilling with him at the black jack table.

By this time its probably close to 3am and well I am tired.....we have been running around all night and I'm sober. I close my eyes for a second bored out of my mind and the next thing I KNOW all the people I had came with were gone and it was just me and "the irish man" sitting there. He starts to get up and I say "Where did everyone go?" his oh so annoying response was "Baby, your stuck with me now in the lions den" ....I laughed to myself and thought ....great.

So we end up at the bar just chilling, having a few drinks ( trust me I knew he was trying to get me drunk so I was watching my intake)....so several hours go by and I'm thinking this guy has to have the cockiest attitude I've ever seen......my favorite quotes of the night included:

"Brittani, it's time to go up to our(as if it was my room too) room...you know the penthouse suite @ the Bellagio"
" Did you know I have a jacuzzi in my room....we should get in it"
" Britt, did you know you are the chosen one tonight....and you should feel lucky....I chose you and I want to give you something to remember here in Vegas"


my quote of the night was "LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your a comedian"

I don't understand who gased this man up soooo much to where he thought number one that those whack ass lines would make me go to him ....and two that he assumed I was even remotely interested in him.

So then our friends finally come back ( turns out they went gambling) and he proceeds to set $5,000 on the table and says here Britt this is for you.

NOW....this is the cake right here... if I'm the chosen one why are you trying to give me money to be with you?

And I declined of course and told him I'm just not that girl..

His reply "but its Vegas Baby"

I walked away @ that moment and sat alone for a long time pondering why certain men think they are Gods gift to women and will do just about anything to get what they want. He could've been with a few girls that night but he wanted me, not because I was cute or because I have a good personality but strictly because I didnt want him ....

Fellas sometimes we women aren't trying to play hard to get......sometimes we really don't like you. Is it so hard to believe that NO might actually mean NO!?!?!? Some women aren't attracted by the simple fact you play a sport or have money....some women actually like men with a personality or good manners or respectful....some women like handsome men....some women like to have a emotional, physical and mental attraction to a man, but apparently some men

JUST DON'T GET IT!!!!!!!!!

* This one is dedicated to all the women out there that might have dated some atheltes but did it for the man they were not what they did.*

Love a Lie.....

DDDDAAAAMMMMNNNN is all i have to say to this DIRK NOWITZKI- CRISTAL TAYLOR business. If you don't already know the story I will briefly explain.

Dallas Mavs, Dirk Nowitzki, has allegedly known this chick Cristal for like 8 years and she has been living with him for about a year and a half ( they are engaged to be wed). Nowitzki's old coach said 'Look Dirk, you need to get a background check and a prenup on this gold diggin beezy' (not in those exact words but im sure it was pretty close). So Dirk does and apparently this bitch has like 8 aliases and is on probation and was a stripper and GOD only knows what else....so she gets arrested at his house and while in jail she finds out she's pregnant!!! What sucks for this man is he was probably hoping to get a green card outta this honey but instead ends up with a crazy (literally) baby mama.

Now this story definitely inspired my chick chat tonight. I personally have experienced being "in love" or "like" with a complete lie... I've had guys pretend they were someone or something other than what they were or guys just flat out lie about how they feel. I can only imagine what athletes must go through with women on a daily basis. How can they truly know if someone loves them for them or just for their money or the title they carry?

Honestly, i feel like they probably don't care because most (notice i didn't say all) of these dudes are just as shallow as the women they talk too. In fact I will go as far as to say they are groupies too ( i knw i need to come up with a new word). But what im saying is the truthl so honey imma keep on preachin'...

Now, society always feels bad for the athletes....poor them because they can't find true love ....all women are groupies or gold diggers and only want to be with them for their millions. Give me a break ....have you seen the women these men date? It's always some fine ass model or in some cases an ugly rich girl that just happens to be on a reality show ;) or she's in the lime light somehow. Oh and if it's not some girl like that; chances are he was with the girl when he was younger, got her knocked up and realized its cheaper to marry her then to pay child support but he is going to mess with other women anyway so..... ain't no sweat of his back, right?

Now im not blind to triflin' chicks, I'm just expressing the fact that these athletes are just the same...if you go fishing with a pole, hook and some worms and try to catch a deer it's not gonna happen....all your gonna catch is fish and maybe an old boot. Certain athletes are the same way they bring the bate for the groupies and gold diggers ( i.e. going to the club popping bottles all the time and taking her only to expensive dinners) so GUESS WHAT?? thats what your gonna catch.

However, if you meet a girl and she likes to just lay around the house with you, cook you dinner, talk about your hopes, dreams and fears , maybe laugh a little (i know I'm corny)...maybe she might be worth taking the time to know....

But who am I kidding.....most of them just want some booty....

ddh

The Good, The Bad....The GROUPIE

Tuesday night I was at a popular club called "My House" which is located in Hollywood. Tuesday nights are especially known for its large black crowd full of athletes, producers, and the occasional artist. On this particular Tuesday it seemed like everyone and there mama was there from Ocho Cinco to Vernon Davis to the Lakers and many more.

Earlier in the day I hung out with a friend of mine that happens to play in the NBA, lets just call him Dan, and we had an interesting chat. I asked him if he was happy , fully expecting him to say "Of course I'm happy...I'm rich... I'm young....I'm handsome...and I talk to beautiful women all the time." To my surprise he quickly answered no....So of course I asked what would make him happy. He said women definitely don't and spending money never makes him happy just neutral. The convo ended for awhile and we sat in silence watching a movie. Then I later asked him about a party I wanted him to host and he said "but no one will come" I immediately laughed and joked "all your groupies will come....Dan looked at me with that face he always gives that is, well priceless, "B, I have no groupies....those are club groupies."

So that night at My House I made it a point to hang around and people watch....I hung out casually around Dan's VIP table and watched as the groupies came...not knowing who Dan was but just saw a tall black man with bling and bottles. I've never really just sat back and watched people at a club( except to watch funny people dance ;) ) andI'll admit I was very shocked at what I saw.

Dan's VIP section included himself, a music producer buddy and about ten random girls all gunning for those two guys. It was like they had a magnetic p***** that was attracted to the diamond necklaces...it was like watching the animal channel conducting a mating season marthone ....each girl got her 2 minutes to spend with Dan and the producer before another girl with a bigger ass bumped her out of the way. All the while the guys just poppin' their bottles, chanting the song " i wish i could fuck every girl in the world" only proved they didnt care which girl was around. Like they almost wanted the women to fight and whoever was the strongest, would be the one by his side at the end of the night.

Now, why is it that girls are chasing men like this soooo hard? I can understand a women being attracted to a successful, handsome man....but what happened to values and playing a little hard to get sometimes ladies??? And men what happened to trying to chase women a little bit....I'm no relationship guru or anything but fellas....STOP being with the groupies who just want to get pregnant by you or say they slept with you and start treating the ones who really care about you right....cuz at the end of the day the saying "it aint ya beauty its ya booty" only sounds good in an uncle luke video!!!!

The opportunity to play...first blog :)

Pro Hall of Famer and new head coach of the San Francisco 49ers, Mike Singletary aka Samurai Mike once said " Do you know what my favorite part of the game is? The opportunity to play."

This took me back to the pop warner days where I of course did not play football but cheered from the sidelines. I remember the moment I fell in love with football. I was about 9 years old and his name was Brandon... he had a flat top with the a dialogue line down the side and boy could he play(flag football that is)! Ever since then, I had this thing for the game and the guys who played it.

Football was a lifestyle, a swagger all its own. It was the hopes of all the young boys; tall and short, fat and skinny, rich and poor...talent came from all backgrounds. It wasn't the steriods, alcohol, groupies, baby mamas, sex, poppin bottles, bentleys, cribs and condos you see today in the league. It was the opportunity to play...where kids of all races, shapes, sizes and backgrounds could come together for a few hours for a common interest...football.

Now its been almost 15 years since I first fell in love with football...but the game and the boys have completely changed. I don't know what ever happened to Brandon nor does it really matter...he was just a symbol of what was and no longer is. I've been around football players my whole life from brothers to friends to guys i've dated. Some played in high school, fewer get the chance to play in college and well even less make it to the league. Someone once said men that make it to the NFL are not winners only survivors...

So this brings me to this very moment....I chose to start this blog to show another side of the game....forget the stats, forget the score....this blog is mainly focused on the stories and lifestyles of players outside of what you may see during the GAME!