TWiB Feature: BLACKBALL with Reese Waters
Black people know about sports right? That’s what we here at TWiB headquarters have been told on a regular basis by various ethnicities. So, we thought, why not have our very own sports column! TWiB presents it’s latest feature “Blackball” with Reese Waters. The NYC based, DC comedian, who’s been featured on ABC’s Good Morning America and MTV’s TRL talks about his love of sports and how black people are obviously just better at it. (We don’t think he said that last part, but we like to be controversial(read:truthful) in our descriptions of things.)
Take it away Reese…
As a kid, I used to stay up nights watching sports on a small black-and-white TV. Have you ever tried to watch NBA or NFL action on a black-and-white TV? I couldn’t tell the players from the fans—or the field for that matter. When I complained to my dad that I couldn’t tell who was on what team, he told me it was black people vs. white people. Thinking I had him, I asked, “Then why are there only two white guys?” He quickly replied, “life’s not fair, son.” Of course, I was obsessed with the Celtics/Lakers rivalry of the ’80s, so he was in fact correct; it was black people vs. white people. But sports are often the only segment of society that isn’t black vs. white—at least that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
In my family, it’s a given that black people are faster, stronger, sweeter, and more awesome at all things athletic, which was a lot of pressure to put on this marginally talented third-string point guard at an all-white private school. In fact, my parents stopped attending games altogether after learning that the starting point guard was a lanky goofball with freckles named Morgan. No, he was not black. And that was a problem.
I argued that to say that we’re naturally superior at one thing leaves the door open for us to be naturally inferior at something else. But my opinion didn’t matter, because I was a scrub, no I was the scrub on the all-white team. I felt so guilty, like I was single-handedly ruining the legend of black athletic supremacy.
If we weren’t playing, then it was our duty to cheer on our brothers. My family always rooted for black people in sports. You can’t do that anymore because there are so many blacks in sports, so now they root for the black guy—with the black wife. It wasn’t enough to assume that we were better; we also had to ensure the realization of our supremacy during the games. And if there was a black coach or a black quarterback, our world stopped spinning. When Doug Williams won the Super Bowl for my beloved Washington Redskins, there was no doubt my mother would have left my dad if given the chance and a proper introduction.
The weirdest thing about this wasn’t their racial preference, but that it dominated all other factors when determining their allegiance. That’s right, they would root for a black guy against their own team. This is absurd. My rooting interest breaks down the following way:
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My team
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Guys on my fantasy team
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People I’ve met personally
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Extended relatives
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People from the greater Washington, D.C. metro area
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Najeh Davenport (look it up)
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Guys my friends have met and are supposedly cool
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Guys with ugly wives (because they need it more)
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Fat guys
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Hotties (in women’s sports, jerk)
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Black people
Okay, putting hotties above black people hurt, but let’s be honest—I root for hot women at just about everything. Now, numbers 3-10 rarely apply, but number 11 always applies, so in actuality I root for black people quite often for just that reason.
Is this racist? I suppose it could be. I would think a white guy was racist if he openly rooted for white guys, which by the way wouldn’t be possible today without the European invasion of the NBA. You would look mighty foolish in your J.J. Redick Orlando Magic jersey.
But it isn’t exactly the same. Black people once couldn’t even play professional sports. Once upon a time, we HAD to root for Jackie Robinson, Willie Mays, and Frank Robinson to succeed—they were opening the door for more of us to follow. Moreover, they symbolized black achievement at a time when we weren’t allowed much. I imagine if there were huge black stars from the very beginning, I might not care as much. So I can’t be too upset at my parents for rooting for the black guys, with the black wives, of course. Tiger Woods was my mother’s favorite athlete, until he got married. You can please some of the people some of the time…