Saturday, January 30, 2010

Groupies and Sports: The Battle

February is upon us. Most of us think of Valentine's Day, and how to make our significant others smile brightly. We also think of the three huge sporting events that take place every year.

It starts with the NFC/AFC Pro Bowl, the NFL's "All-Star" game. For the last 30 years, this game has taken place in Hawaii, after the other NFL spectacle, the Super Bowl. This year, the NFL has decided to hold the Pro Bowl in the same city as the Super Bowl, the week before the big game. That site is Miami, for the 2010 contest.

The fact that the Pro Bowl is being played the week before the Super Bowl is a whole 'nother blog. Let's explore the logistics of it being held in Miami. Miami is widely known as a "party city." So, one could surmise there would be plenty of alcohol (and drug) fueled liasons on any given weekend. The added festival atmosphere of a Super Bowl, plus a Pro Bowl game, multiplies the prospect of these liasons.

Thousands of sports fans make pilgrimages to these events every year, prepared to spend exorbitant amounts of money. Should my Eagles one day make it again, I will include myself among those masses. However, thousands of non-fans make it there, as well. I'm referring to the groupies. Women, and sometimes men, who go for the prospect of meeting and/or "hooking up" with a professional athlete, with no regard to the game itself.

The fact that the Pro Bowl is being played there, exponentially increases the number of athletes and celebs that would normally be at the Super Bowl. This may increase the "groupies'" chances of attaining their "goal." The past couple of weeks, on Twitter, I've seen countless tweets from women from every walk of life, about how they're going to either the Pro Bowl, Super Bowl, NBA All-Star Weekend in Dallas, or even all of the above. Not to mention the parties that go along...

Here's the difference... (Courtesy of


-loves the sport
-very competitive in fantasy football
-loves the talent
-you can not call her on Sunday or Monday night because she is glued to the television
-goes to the games in her favorite players jersey
-knows what a triple double is
-knows what off sides means


-sleeps with the players
-looks up his salary on USA today
-can quote his salary
-likes the athlete for his looks
-goes to the basketball games in five inch heels and finds her way to the family section
-knows nothing about the sport but can name the top ten highest paid players
-shows up to all parties hosted by an athlete (will drive 300 plus miles to get there)

Most of these women have otherwise displayed no interest in sports. It makes one wonder if they can be included under the "groupie" umbrella. Conversely, I follow a few ladies who do truly love sports, and in some cases, have considerably more knowledge than most men do.

I asked one of these ladies a few questions about groupies and sports. She gave me quite insightful feedback. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the lovely, brilliant, classy...Lizz Robbins.

ThugRockStar: Lizz, how does it make you feel when women are automatically labeled 'groupies' at big sports events?

Lizz Robbins: Personally I detest the word "groupie." It should've stayed where it originated, with rock bands. I think it sucks for the true sports fans that are females, that have to deal with that when they are truly going with the intent to enjoy the event.

TRS: Do you feel that 'groupies' devalue sports? If so, please elaborate.

LR: I think women that stay in the "locker room" devalue themselves, not the sport. It will always remain the same.

TRS: How do you feel the stigma can be eliminated?

LR: As long as there are women who participate and throw themselves at men in the "spotlight" it will never end.

TRS: Thank you so much!

LR: Not a problem hun...

Sadly, many of us feel this way. This is because there is no shortage of women trying to "come up", or find a rich man to latch on to in order to become financially secure. Or, they want the "fame by association." Who better than a pro athlete or celeb? The cruel reality of the matter is, unless you already run in those circles, your chances of catching one, are the same as the prospect of me playing for a pro team, one in a million.

Sistas, I ask... Please stop perpetuating stereotypes and acting as less than the queens you were born to be. You shouldn't need to depend on what's between your legs to get you where you need to be. Depend on what's between your damn ears. It's one thing to meet an athlete and end up falling in love in a healthy way. But, if your goal in life is to say, "My man plays for ________", please, I implore you to reevaluate your priorities.

If but one sista reads this and it makes her think, I've accomplished something.

You can follow Ms. Robbins on Twitter at She also has a Twitter page, devoted to hockey at
Lizz models, as well. Check her out at

Monday, January 25, 2010

How Soon We Forget

As we start a new decade, I think about some huge catastrophic events that unfolded during the last 10 years. Then, I get irritated because, right behind these thoughts comes the idea of how "we" reacted at the time, and in the aftermath of such events. 3 huge stories come to mind...

9/11- Easily the most horrifying attack on the U.S., ever. The gamut of emotions was run, at first... Fear, shock, confusion, anger, patriotism, sadness. You name it, we probably felt all of it at one time or another. At this time, I was a manager at a "retail Home Improvement Warehouse." I sold countless American flags, that whole month. "Old Glory" was flying off the shelves at an alarming rate. We could not keep up with the demand. Patriotism was at an all-time high. We were nice to our neighbors. We appreciated and complimented anyone who we saw in a military uniform.

After a month, the "old" Americans showed up. People bought flags as a "fashion statement." I personally know someone who had an American flag, made by Tommy Hilfiger. That was not a joke. And...they BRAGGED about having a Hilfiger flag!

You gotta be fuckin' kidding me!

Our selfish and lackadaisical ways returned among the masses. If it wasn't for TSA, we'd be ripe for the pickings again. If you don't believe that, witness the "White House Party Crashers" that got way too close to President Obama. What if those people were suicide bombers? We'd still be talking about what the President meant to our history. Of course, that would be in a posthumous tense.

Let's move forward.

Hurricane Katrina- The deadliest storm in U.S. History. The situation was appalling. We all saw the images of people trapped in attics of flooded homes, dead bodies floating in the street, and the carnage in the Superdome, in New Orleans. But, guess what? Unless you were personally affected, how many of us felt anything other than, "Damn. That's fucked up?" I would bet there's more of you than would be willing to admit it. That city is STILL affected, 5 years later. The Saints going to the Super Bowl is the worse thing that can happen for the city. I say this because it will make more people forget about the real tragedy still going on there. FEMA was and still is worthless. Maybe the media will spin the whole "Look how far New Orleans has come, since Katrina. It is on the cusp of a Super Bowl title!" That's great, if the Vince Lombardi trophy feeds the people still struggling to eat every day, or shelters some of the people that still don't have homes.

Now, let's fast forward, one more time.

Haiti Earthquake- The images that this catastrophe has generated, are so difficult to watch. I am a big, burly "man's man", not easily moved to tears. But, when I saw a report on a little girl that was trapped in rubble, and that the rescuers were at a loss for what to do, without amputating her leg...I almost let some tears go. I am not afraid to admit that my eyes became a little moist. You could hear the little girl screaming in pain, behind the reporter, who was also visibly shaken. They did manage to get the little girl out without amputating. And there are more people being rescued every day. I have a huge amount of admiration for the resolve of the people of Haiti. What I don't admire is, not even 2 weeks after the massive death and destruction, people are making jokes. I will not dignify them by repeating them here. But, this is nothing but "FOUL."

Imagine if you lost someone in tragedies like those mentioned above. If someone had jokes about it, you'd likely be prepared to kill. Especially when it's still new and raw.

But, hell... We'll forget all about, in 2 weeks. This when the unofficial national holiday, known as the Super Bowl rolls around again. We won't be thinking about anything but which party we're going to, or how much we can win by betting on the game.

We spoiled Americans can really be assholes sometimes...