*After being called cassius clay at the weigh ins.*
"My name is Muhammad Ali and you will announce it right there in the center of that ring after the fight, if you don’t do it now. I will punish you!"
Ali bloodied Terrell and almost knocked him out in the eighth round, Ali taunted Terrell throughout the match hitting him with sharp jabs and shouting between punches, “What’s my name?” ”What’s my name?” “Say It!” Terrell couldn’t defend himself anymore. All he could do was put his gloves up to his face, both eyes were cut, his left eye was completely closed by the end of the eighth round. The right eye was closing. But The fight still lasted 15 rounds.You know why it lasted 15 rounds? That’s how long Ali wanted it to last. He wanted to punish terrell. He wanted to tell the world what his name was.
In the 12th round Terrell finally said Muhammad Ali.
“I am raising three African American boys,” Jones-Drew told the Chronicle. “Whenever you see things like that … and it’s not just Ferguson, I was in Jacksonville when Trayvon Martin happened, I was in Jacksonville when the gas station shooting over the loud music happened. Those things touch home.
“I definitely wanted to show the people out in Ferguson and around the world that as athletes, we understand and we try to do whatever we can to make a statement. If we could do more, we would.”
More and more proud to have this guy on our team. A Raider before he even got here.
Anonymous said: What's the most illegal thing you ever did?
At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
She refused to fix my grade.
In the end, she shit herself on stage.
I didn’t regret it.
"I went to school to learn new things and improve my craft, not have someone else’s ideas carved onto my forehead."
I’ve found my senior quote.