AFRO Sunday54

I have been told often how lucky I am to have a wife that not only enjoys sports, but understands what is going on.  I agree.  However, sometimes this blessing turns into a nightmare.  If she has an opinion or picks a favorite, no amount of reasoning is going to change her mind.  She is still ticked off at Moses Malone for not going to the University of Maryland even though he signed a $5 million contract to turn pro.

A few nights ago we watched the ESPY Awards and there was a little grumbling over opinions and choices.  We agreed on most things, and one issue left us at odds.

I believe that New York Yankees player Alex Rodriguez made a mockery of his apology for using performance-enhancing drugs.  He served his suspension, and MLB has extracted the pound of flesh as punishment for his behavior.  This suspension was to serve notice to other athletes.  For him to mock the need for an apology in a national setting left me with a bad taste in my mouth.

I believe that Olympic gold medalist Bruce Jenner showed a lot of courage making his transgender transition public, but I am also of the opinion, “Enough already!”  It takes guts to go public with this effort, but he ain’t the first, and won’t be the last.

NBA champion Steph Curry got the vote from the Lacy household for Male Athlete of the Year.  Steph got my attention when he was at Davidson and took them deep into the NCAA Tournament.  I recall thinking that he looked like he was about 12 years old, and he looks like he has had only one birthday since.  His 5-year-old daughter stole America’s heart, and at the time of the award show Steph was celebrating the birth of another daughter who was 5 days old at the time.
The Female Athlete of the Year is Ronda Rousey.  Ronda is a mixed martial arts champion, and when I first heard her name it left me with a question mark.  After that, I saw a small segment where she offered to take on male challengers, and I caught her in action in the movie with Stallone and his gang, Expendables III.  She had my vote, and any chick who can hold her own with the guys has the vote of Mrs. L., too.