The Red Ribbon Won’t Define You

I hope this topic reaches some you very well. I know that it can be a very challenging thing to talk about, but as a people we gotta confront the fact that this disease is still very prevalent and in the Black, Gay, Male community it’s still vastly out of control. HIV is something that has been around now for more than 30 years. And while there has been amazing advancement on treatment and possible cures, the facts still remain that far too many people are getting diagnosed with this illness and far too many are dying still from it.

Truth be told, we know that the medicine isn’t cheap, although there are programs that help with paying for the cost of your medicine. We know that the care for someone with the virus can be expensive. But it is also very meticulous. We must learn that in order to stamp out this virus we must do a few things: one, be cognizant of who we’re sleeping with; two, we must be comfortable with having the conversation before we lay down in bed; three, we must protect ourselves until we’ve gotten a clean bill of health together from the clinic; four, we must be ok with saying no.

I understand that it’s very easy to give in to our hormones and want to fuck some tight ass or pussy. I understand that our urges for good dick may make us a little quick to slide in the bed with someone who looks good and is packing a big wood, but maybe we need to think about the consequences of that action more before we just open us and say yes. We have to realize that we are only making life harder for us as a people when we neglect to ask the questions and when we fail to tell our sex partner, lover, or spouse that we are living with this illness.

Trust me from having folks close to me who deal with this stigma daily, I understand that it’s not always easy to admit your truth and walk in your own light, but that’s when you have to realize that the red ribbon doesn’t define who you are. I think that part of the problem is that so many folks walk around today with the thought that somehow if people know that you live with this virus, it makes you less than the person who doesn’t.

There have been some amazing people who lived with this virus and who are still living with the virus that aren’t letting the past and current stigma’s keep them having a successful life. They aren’t allowing the ribbon to dictate what they do, rather they’re letting the ribbon simply act as a compliment to their lives. You see I think that the person who embraces their illness and makes it their mission to live healthy and take care of themselves can be a role model to the world, not just those like them affected by the illness.

The red ribbon doesn’t mean that you can’t live life and enjoy it. It doesn’t mean that can’t have sex any way that you want. It doesn’t mean that you can’t have a family and be a role model to anyone who needs one. The ribbon just means you have even more character and experience. The ribbon means that you can speak to something that others can’t. Having the ribbon means that you have a chance to show the world what grace and style is.

The ribbon should not in any way define your life. You still are always in control of it. You still, ultimately, determine how long you remain on this planet after the ribbon is attached to you. If you want a long prosperous life, then act like it and live in spite of the ribbon. Millions have died and millions continue to be diagnosed, but millions also continue to live and thrive. So to close this out I ask you to do the same things that I talked about earlier in this post. One, ask the questions; two, get tested together; three, protect yourself and four, be ok with saying no.

I would love to talk to you and hear what you think.

The Rise and Fall of Atlanta

I was listening to a local radio station earlier this week and they were discussing how much Atlanta has changed over the past decade. They talked about how so many young, black men were being killed in the streets by other Black men. They talked about the increased crime rate. They talked about how that Southern Hospitality trait had disappeared and more harder cord has been struck amongst the people of the A.

As I listened to this conversation, I had to think about my time spent in this city. For the better of a decade I’ve lived in Atlanta. Coming for college, leaving and returning for another spell. I can remember when I got here back in 2002 and the people were truly amazing. While I had some interesting run ins with Panhandlers, I was very surprised and excited to see so many people with a very helpful spirit. This type of behavior was the norm not the exception.

Despite going to the one of the most well known schools in America, we still had our dangers just outside the walls. Because as we all know, every single HBCU in America is based somewhere in or near the hood. And my school was no exception to this rule. So while I enjoyed the people when I was away from school, I easily caught a glimpse of what could be looking right outside the walls and confines of my school.

With all the fuss about the parties and late night activities in the city, there was also a robust amount of normal things to do. Sports team galore, entertainment always in and around the city. Trips to take and so many different people to meet. This city was booming and the little known secret was Hollywood was on it’s way. Already boasting numerous Spike Lee films, Drumline was shot here in Atlanta and seemed to open up another dynamic. Add to that Tyler Perry’s love for Atlanta and you could see this city was about to become something serious.

But along the way to all those things, a national tragedy happened that, if you ask me, changed the trajectory of the city and also began the downward turn we see in a number of places today in Atlanta. Hurricane Katrina happened in 2005. Many people forget that Atlanta took in more people from New Orleans and surrounding areas than any other state. There folks was the beginning of the down turn. Don’t get me wrong, I love people from the Big Easy. I got to meet quite a few who were displaced after that storm and while some were bitter and hurt, others were still upbeat and optimistic.

But you see far more became honest with themselves about what life would look like that they began to take a more pessimistic and bitter tone. Then you add to that the rapid influx of people from Northern, more rigid states coming down South and it made for the perfect storm. People displaced and struggling to find a way to make it, doing whatever it took. Even if that means lying, stealing, killing, using and abusing or just bumming their way to survival.

The overcrowding of the city, scarcity of jobs and decline in the economy further led to the hardship faced by native Atlantians and the transplants alike. The other thing that people don’t like to admit, but is very true, is that sooo many black gay men flocked to Atlanta in the latter part of the 2000’s. Seeing that cost of living was cheaper and the ease of access to other highly attractive men, the gays wanted Atlanta to be home base and it was.

One of things this city used to be known for was Black people coming to make a life and be successful. The old saying was you could come to Atlanta with a dream and leave with a career. Unfortunately because so many came with that same idea and companies started pulling out, the competition was unimaginable. Again, having a Republican Governor who decimated the Education budget made it harder for this city to continue the promise it once held.

Now, the city is climbing back out of a bad place and jobs are returning in different forms to Atlanta, but the violence and abuse and nastiness is still at an all-time high. So many people have been hurt and scared by boyfriends, girlfriends, employers who aren’t loyal to their people, the government and that’s why we still sit in the same place for the past 11 years. Stuck and not sure how to get out.

It’s not everything, but it’s a damn good synopsis for why the city rose and fell. Maybe, in this reincarnation the city’s people will remember what truly made it stand out from so many other major Metropolitan cities and bring the Southern Charm back to formally Hotlanta, now just Cruelanta.

Thoughts? Opinions? Feelings? Tell me what you think. Let’s talk about it. I’m always ready.

Weak Ass Bitches

You know I had to wonder if I was going to post something about this situation and after some thought I decided to do so. If it’s one thing that I truly can’t stand it’s a messy ass faggot. And if you know me well, you know that I don’t like to use the word faggot loosely. I don’t like it used referring to me and I don’t like to call anyone that name unless you have truly earned such a designation. Well there is someone out there, who will remain nameless, that truly earned that distinction.

When you don’t get what you want because you aren’t the best match or because you just don’t fit personality wise with someone, you don’t set out to destruct that person’s relationship because you’re not use to being told no. A bad bitch who truly knows that you’re not always going to be the flavor of the month all the time, won’t be fazed and will continue to  move on. One thing that you don’t is stalk what you can’t have and then speak to their partner because they don’t wanna fuck with you no more.

It’s one of the things that makes the Black Gay male community so vilified. We don’t know how to respect when someone is in a relationship, nor do we respect the individual by giving the compliment and moving forward. So many in the life want to gawk and stare at you. They continuously try to talk to you and find ways to get inside. They try to hunt the social apps and streets to see if they can find some dirt on you.

One thing I’ve always said is that if we can’t learn to accept rejection and to respect each other, how the fuck do we truly expect anyone to take us seriously? Where does it say that we have to fight to the death to get what we want all the time? What happened to believing the scripture that says if someone is for you they will be for you no matter what? I absolutely do not understand messy ass faggots who really feel like they can do what they want to do.

The one thing I say about it all is it never fails that when these situations happen they do seem to happen to the right person. Never think that just because you can’t be found at the moment that karma won’t sneak up on you and get yo ass. Because I do believe that unless you put enough positive karma into the atmosphere to offset the shit you doing, that karma will get you.

We gotta do better than this as a people. We have to respect ourselves more than what we do. More importantly we’ve gotta respect the relationship choices and decisions we make as individuals. I understand that your feelings may be hurt because you get turned down, but have some self respect and keep living your life. Ha, while I could say more.. I’ll just stop right here.

The Smile That Hides

Many times people often think that just because someone has a hearty laugh, or constantly smiles that they must be living a happy life. I would submit to you that more often than not it’s a bit of the opposite. The person who’s laughing the hardest and joking the most, is the one who typically has been through the most pain and despair. But instead of letting that hardship get them down or stunt their opportunities, they choose to use it as ammunition. They let it help them develop even more character and to tell their story to someone. It helps them have that memorable, infectious smile.

You see I dare you to talk to your friends that have been through something. You will see that before they choose to wallow in their self pity, they would rather laugh and tell their story. I love it when people think that just because you smile big and you look good that must not have been through anything in your life. I think it’s the power of smiling and laughing that keeps many people from losing their sanity on a given day or time.

Give yourself a moment to reflect back on all the stories you’ve heard. Think back about all the people you’ve come across that you see smile all the time. Do you know what their story is? Do you know if they’ve been through any kind of difficult situations? The beauty of a smile is a person lets you think that their life is all good, while on the inside they may be torn apart.

I will never forget that someone once told me that by looking at me they don’t think that I’ve been through anything. I politely smiled and laughed, then said “If you only knew the half.” It’s been the story of my life for such a long time since I’ve been an adult. People only know the outer layers that I let them see and they instantaneously think that they know my story. They think that because I smile and laugh all the time and wear nice clothes that my life hasn’t been a struggle.

Anyone who knows me well would know that my life hasn’t been nearly as easy as it may seem. See that’s what happens when you let your smile control your life. So I challenge every one to take a minute and find out if someone is smiling out of shear joy or are they truly hiding the pain behind their smile. If so, then clearly it’s a case of the smile that hides.

I Forgive You ..Is for You

One of the things that I’ve had to learn over the years is that to forgive in order to be free. For a very long time it was really hard for me to forgive someone who had hurt me. It was difficult to let go the pain a former lover caused me. And it wasn’t until the last couple of years that I realized that when you forgive someone, it’s actually not for them to feel better. In truth, it’s so that you can take back control of your life an feel at peace with things ending.

Pain in inevitable, hurt is a part of life and happiness is what we all strive for. Relationships, both sexual and plutonic, will challenge who you are as a person. They will make you think, they will make you change and ultimately, they will make you better. The only down fall is that sometimes those exact relationships will also rock you to your very core. It is no secret that many people have done many things resulting from tumultuous relationships with people.

One of the primary reasons, in my mind, that we as a people are so fucked up with how we treat one another is because we perpetuate hurt. We don’t know how to get the proper therapy needed to recover. We don’t want to forgive those who hurt us, so we stay in this dark place of pain and anger. Eventually, over time, it causes us to have poisonous relationships with every one we come in contact with. That’s why folks who get divorced are so bitter and cantankerous towards each other.

People who’ve been in long term relationships and they end, you find one or both persons are scorned and bitter. They take that frustration and anger out on the next lover or multiple lovers. They don’t know how to accept true love when it comes knocking, because they’ve been burned by the fake shit for so long. I understand how it works because I’ve been there before.

Whether it was a lover, or family, or friends I know what that feeling is like to be jilted by someone you thought truly care about you. I know how hard it can be to forgive and let go. To move on and not let it engulf who you are as a person. It’s hard not to get a black heart and become cold-hearted towards people because of the nasty shit that people do. But you have to remember that as long as you hold on to that pain, hurt, distress and anger, whomever caused you those feelings are the ones in control of you not yourself.

The remedy for this is simple, but extremely complicated to do. You must learn to forgive. Forgive the person for treating you wrong, but most importantly forgive yourself because you are allowed to let your guard down. I understand how hard that be to do. To forgive someone who broke your heart, let you down, caused you harm. But the truth of the matter is if you don’t your life will be marred by disappointment, heart break and failure.

It is not until you learn how to forgive those who have wrong you and to forgive yourself for allowing the wrong to happen, that you begin to regain control of your life. People always wonder how those who get knocked down get back up, because they have control. They may temporarily lose it, but it never is gone permanently. So the next time something happens to you and don’t know what to do, I’ve got a couple things to try.

One, wallow for a moment, because you’re allowed to do so. Then get up, brush yourself off, gather your thoughts, make a plan and go about forgiving that person or persons who wrong you. Once you’ve done all that, forgive yourself. And move on; because life won’t stop and the world won’t be waiting to lift you up. Just be strong, hold on, and know that you’ve got the power to make it through.

The Ties that Bind

I came across this article on my google stories, written by a former Spelman College student that addresses one of the more unfortunate, but true dynamics across America and also on the campuses of HBCU’s and that’s sexual assault. She skirted around talking about the assaults that happened against the LGBTQ community and squarely focused on the assaults happening against the women Spelman College, by their Morehouse brethren.

This is a truly hard hitting topic because as anyone who knows me knows, I’m a proud Morehouse Man. I give a lot of credit for my development and my style to walking the halls at 830 Westview Drive. While this is not the first story to talk about the issue, I think it is one of the more intriguing because it has very vivid details of accounts of multiple women of Spelman. They span different decades and have stories that are very chilling to the ear.

Before I get deeper into the story and the issues I have with it, especially the title of the story, let me first say that I in no way condone the things mentioned in this article and I certainly am not an advocate for violence of any kind and I’m not an apologist for my fellow Morehouse brothers. Now the article is called “Our Hands Are Tied Because Of This Damn Brother-Sisterhood Thing.” Anita Badejo wrote a very well written article with great facts and details about the issues with sexual misconduct on both campuses by some students at Morehouse College.

She very honestly speaks to the dynamic of insulation and protectionism going on by the Administration at Morehouse and even to some extent at Spelman College. She speaks about how the Title IX offices at both schools were under staffed and not adequately prepared to address the Federal laws and statutes. She speaks at great length about how many student from Spelman reported the incidents to their campus police and had to go to Morehouse Police because the incident happened on the Morehouse property.

She speaks of the poor arbitration process Morehouse use to have, with a investigator who was based out of Massachusetts and not really being thorough enough with one of the reports filed. She talked of students who were coerced to submit statements indicating they wanted an internal investigation and not one performed by local Atlanta PD law enforcement. She talked of the flawed Morehouse Judicial Review panel and how some of the students felt as though they were the ones responsible for the violating acts.

She talks about how some students never came forward and also how one student had another occurrence and refused to come forward because she felt like since her first report went with no real punishment to the student who assaulted her, then why should she file another report. She also argues that part of the problem in HBCU’s across the country, and specifically between Morehouse and Spelman is because so much time and energy is spent by both school to emphasize togetherness and support for each other.

She points out how often Men of Morehouse are pumped and primed to believe that they are the elite and should always be protected as such. She speaks to tension that exists between the schools for the female student to support their male brothers and not “tarnish” the reputation of Morehouse. All of these points are very valid and I don’t take much exception to any of this. There have been many things that the shield of Morehouse has been able to protect the school from, and this controversy is not an exception.

Now, given all the credit I’ve given to this article, let me also go back and address a couple things she said that I don’t particularly care for. You know what I find interesting is that her opening sentence mentions the elite historically black women’s college of Spelman, but you don’t offer the same homage to Morehouse. I understand she’s writing from her point of view but damn like are you that jaded?

I freely admit that some Men of Morehouse are too egotistical but I absolutely feel that a majority of the women of Spelman are very self-centered and because mommy or daddy have money they feel they are entitled. There is also this feeling that because they are who they are, they’re immune to basic etiquette. They wear some very provocative and revealing clothing to class and around the AU Center.

I think we sometimes need to have the conversation as to whether or not all of these issues are just Morehouse issues or whether Spelman needs to a better job bringing some of their rhetoric down as well. I think we really need to have the discussion openly and honestly about what the boundaries are and how we should address the issues in between the HBCU schools that are suppose to be two of the crown jewels.

Maybe they also need to think before they just go to their “friends” house or room that goes to Morehouse. Maybe instead of always going to their dorm room, they should meet outside and sit and talk. Maybe there needs to be some accountability and thought to what they’re doing. From every one of the accounts in the article there was nothing so pressing about the need to see their friends that they had to go into their room and lay on their bed.

Again, I’m not saying that because you lay in the bed with your friend, that they should violate you, but you also have to know that people will have other motives besides what you may necessarily think they might. I’m a little taken aback that while Anita was dishing her truth she didn’t take her own fellow Spelmanites to task for not using a little better judgment. Any time I’ve needed to talk to friends or they needed to talk to me, they didn’t come in my place and get in my bed to talk. We sat in the living room and talked or we went out and talked outside somewhere.

Yes, I think that everyone needs to think about what could have been done differently in these types of situations to truly evaluate if they’re complicit in what happened. Sorry, I don’t really give a damn if anyone doesn’t like what I said because I feel like in some ways it’s very true. Let’s be real about the whole deal. The only folks who really know what goes on is the folks who were involved in the situation. The accounts from the article indicate that a couple of the guys did disregard No responses to their advances. But, also how many of them just didn’t say anything?

If you want to have the dialog that’s truly put it all on the table. It’s the only way to effectively handle this situation. If you want to know more take a read of the article and I’m happy to discuss any opinions that are felt.

Love is the Loser

You know as I’ve thought about my experiences and talks I’ve had with many a folks over the years, I have to say that people don’t seem to really understand why love always loses to lust. I’m gone take just a little time to break it down and help some understand why this concept is very true.

If you’ve ever been in love before or loved someone else with a passion, you know that if it didn’t work out the pain you went through was awful. The depression you felt may have been long lasting. The emotional scars you encountered were severe. Even, the physical torment may have had a lasting effect. Whether you caused the breakup or made the breakup happen, you know that love has an effect that takes time to recover from, but also takes a lot of energy to maintain.

Think about someone that you’ve been in love with before. How much effort did you put into loving them? What did you do to make sure that that person was happy and knew that you cared with all your might. The sacrifices that you made in order to keep your home happy but also to make sure that you both could grow together and coexist. Love makes you take a hard look at yourself and realize that while you might have a lot going for yourself, you can always improve, and you just might not be as good as you think you are.

Love makes you question some of things that you’ve always done because it doesn’t prove to be effective. Or, it makes you double down on what you do because you know that it works, but the person that you’re with just might not appreciate what you’re bringing to the table. Love makes you vulnerable and can expose your weaknesses and insecurities. Love makes you want to overextend yourself to make that special someone happy.

Lust disregards all of the previous things that I just said. Lust lets you enjoy the pleasures of the flesh without thinking about the consequences of your actions mostly. It allows you to go all out to get what you want and once you got it, you can either keep going back to the well or you can move on to a new quest to conquer because you’re not concerned with feelings, just the feeling of the ass or dick, pussy or mouth that’s gone give you that nut.

Lust is part of what attracts you to a person that can lead you to loving them. Lust lets you want to have the sexual encounters and play with a persons emotions because you just want to be satisfied. Lust says that you don’t need to care about what someone thinks about you or how someone will feel about you. Lust lets you put your conscious thoughts aside and really let your natural instincts and hormones take control.

See if you read this you see that lust is a lot shorter than love, because it takes so much less to make it happen. That’s why I always say that love is the most underrated thing in the world and it’s the most underappreciated feeling there is. Because to love someone is to sacrifice yourself for the greater whole and when you don’t know how that really works you find yourself mired in an endless circle of pain, hurt and fuckery. That’s why love always loses to lust in the short run, but in the long run, if you really know what it means to love someone, love will find it’s way to conquer.

Is Daytime Really the Best?

There have been some studies out that suggest that daytime sex is the best time to have sex. Now I will give my thoughts on the different times of day that sex is usually had and will give my opinion on which I think is better and maybe some of you will either talk amongst your friends, or lover or whomever and have a good time with this topic.

So, let’s start with night time sex. I consider this time frame to be generally between 6p.m and 10p.m. I think that this time of night is one of the hardest and also less pleasing times to have sex during the day. If you ask me, most people are trying to get home from work or school, unwind from their day, figure out what to eat for dinner, catch up to friends and family and do any workouts, if you have any, for the day. This is the time that if you’re lucky enough to have sex during the week, I think, is more or less a stress reliever.

Also, lets be forreal, if you’re married and you got kids, how likely are you to really get any dick or ass at that time of night anyway? And that answer is not often. So I think that the truth of the matter is that time of night is not the best time to really get it in, LOL. I freely think that it’s a nice time to enjoy some sex but unless you’re single and/or a hoe, you not really looking for that time to be the right time. HA!

Now the three most common times that folks have sex is in the morning, the afternoon, and late night. Now we know what those time frames are generally speaking. Early morning you know 6a.m. until about 11a.m. and afternoon times usually about noon until maybe 3p.m. and late night, HAHA.. creeping hours baby midnight until about 4a.m. My thoughts are that early morning sex is like the best ever!! Why not wake up to amazing sex to start your day. Why not have an awesome orgasm to help your day get off to a wonderful start.

Now that midday time, I will freely admit is like sheesh a wonderful treat to have sex. HA! I completely agree that this time of the day is a really good time of day to have sex because one, fewer neighbors are home so you can be a little bit louder than what you normally would at home. I also think that the midday sex break can be a great way to help get through the work day and even if you have the day off, why have a little spontaneous early afternoon nookie to make the both of you feel better. I’m really torn between whether or not early morning sex or early afternoon sex is better.

The late night rendezvous, now this is the kind of sex that’s usually the quickest and dirtiest, but it can sometimes be very gratifying. I think that people who are parents and the young kids who gotta sneak around or the free and easy sex feigns like getting it in late at night. It’s the time that you can generally find more options because its not a very popular time that people are working. It is generally a time when folks are looking to get into something and have all the thoughts to make something happen. Ha, I think it’s really fun to have a late night sex act cuz you can go to sleep with a smile on your face, hopefully.

So folks tell me what you think, do you prefer that early morning sex, some midday good good, the evening time relaxing loving or the late night freak neak? Have the conversation, be forreal and if you got the guts drop a line on this blog and I promise I’ll respond.

Black is still Whack..

As anyone who has read my blogs will tell you, I’m not very hesitant to call a spade a spade. When I first decided to write this blog I was going to solely keep it focused on the imbalance in the NFL with the disparity between Head Coaches and Top Coordinators that are Black and White. Watching an episode of ESPN’s Outside the Lines, brought back many thoughts and conversations I’ve had regarding this matter. But because of those thoughts I want to expand it more broadly.

The interesting thing to me in this country is that Republicans and to some extent Democrats, love to say that they want equal opportunities for all citizens in the United States. And Republicans love to say that their party is inclusive, but when you look at the policies they mostly pass it’s for the Rich Elite, mostly White, class of Americans and they leave Middle Class families to keep humping it just to try and make it out of their current situations.

Look at Corporate America. Companies are quick to hire Black folks to be Entry level workers and Middle Mangers, but tell me how many of these companies are quick to give a Black person CEO, COO, CFO titles? That same dynamic is ever present in the NFL. Of the 32 teams, there are only 6 Black head coaches in the league. Of the 48 Offensive and Defensive Coordinators there are only 13 Black ones. But you look at the numbers of players and it’s roughly 75 to 80 percent.

If you want to expand it even further look at the United States Senate. You can count on one hand how many Black people are sitting Senators and if I’m not mistaken there have only been 5 or 6 Black Senators in American history. We’re currently at the end of the first Black President’s term in the United States and his treatment by the opposition has been completely disgraceful. The amount of respect shown Black people in this country, to me, is still at an unacceptably low level.

We’ve gotten in the door just a little bit, but lets be real, it damn sure ain’t enough to say we don’t need Affirmative Action as some on the Right, and in the Supreme Court of the United States, would have you believe. There is still a significant wealth gap, education gap, judicial gap between the now non-majority White Americans and Black Americans. Yes I completely agree that all lives in this country matter, but Dammnit Black Lives Matter just as much.

At some point in time I would like for everyone in this country to realize that we need to do more to make sure the playing field continues to be level. I’m not saying pass anyone over for opportunities just to add the token Black person, cuz lets be honest that’s happened too. But what I do want is for the chances to be equal and fair. I know that’s asking for a whole lot from the White folks that control hiring and some of those Black folks who want to be White or feel they need to be tougher to prove their equal. But maybe at some point in our future we will realize that when we give every one a fair shot, this country does even better than when a group is marginalized.

Just think about it

Tarheel Pride

Watching the Tarheels play basketball over the past couple of games the narrative that gets written about is the same: When this team is focused and gives max effort on the court, nobody can beat them. I saw this team play, what right now, the game of the year against Maryland. It was an absolute masterpiece between two teams that look to be playing late into March looking for the title. I saw them in games before and after that where I saw similar moments of brilliant basketball from this team and then moments where they truly looked uninspired.

The other narrative that has come out of Chapel Hill is that the teams of late of lacked a total aggressiveness and toughness to win the tough games. They like to play pretty and don’t like to get too dirty as they say. I would agree with all of the assessments because as a true Heels fan I have seen some really head scratching performances from the over the years since their last national title run.

While this season has a long way to go and this team certainly has a lot left to prove, I would definitely be willing to say that they have brought in a lot more to the idea of bringing their lunch pale’s to the arena. Maybe it’s the pending NCAA punishment looming. Maybe it’s the senior leadership of Marcus Paige and Brice Johnson. But this team has a different look more often than not. They look like a team that has it’s eyes set on the long term goal of winning coach Williams his third title and the Tar Heel program it’s sixth national title.

This teams makeup looks practically identical to other two national title teams Williams had. They have great senior leadership, big men who can dominate, explosive talent from their point guard, reserves who could start on any other team and streaky three point shooting that seems to come right on time. This group will have games to come down the line where all of this talent and potential will get to display itself, so lets just wait and see if the crown will be a shade of Carolina Blue when all is said and done. But one thing I know for sure, Roy won’t let up as long as this team continues to buy into the message: Bring your A game all the time.