Sitting here in Spain, about to go to bed. First, two thoughts:
A. I know this isn’t exactly original, but few (non-tragic) things strike me as sad as the lives of ex-famous athletes. I’ve felt this for a long time. Is actually a major reason I wouldn’t want my kids to become jocks. As great as the life can be, the fall is hell, times 100,000. The endless efforts to recapture the buzz. The fading reminders of who you once were. The autograph shows at the Holiday Inn. Specifically, tonight I looked up Jackie Stiles, the former women’s basketball star who I profiled for ESPN.com a couple of years ago. Was curious what she was up to, found her website. She’s running basketball camps, which is certainly great. But there’s the calendar section, which is completely blank. (As is mine. But when you write books, there’s always a two-year gap between stuff going on. But I’m writing—that’s what going on). And there’s also the sports broadcasting section, which basically says, “Here’s something Jackie would love to do! So call her!” Not that anything’s wrong with that—there isn’t. But this is J-Styles—the Sheryl Swoopes of her day! I don’t want her begging for radio work because, well, I don’t know. I just don’t (That said, her site has a recipe for low-fat cheese cake. Not sure why, but it does).
Worst of all, here’s what’s posted under News Articles: 2010:
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I’m not sure what that means. But it ain’t great. And I want it to be great. Because i love Jackie Stiles. Just like I love New Edition, whose site hasn’t been updated since 2004. But hanging on to celebrity is hard. Harder than hard. And when it slips, well, it can get ugly.
B. Speaking of celebrity, I have finally memorized all the words to the rap in TLC’s Waterfalls. Recently spent several days driving through Mississippi and Louisiana, listening to a remake of the song over and over. Never filly understood what the late Lisa Lopes was saying—finally figured it out. On long walks, I’ve been asking the family, “Anyone wanna hear the Waterfalls rap?” Guaranteed collective NOOOOO!