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I was never really into sports myself. I would just watch or read enough to have some concept of what was going on. Because if you didn’t know anything about sports when I was growing up, you were basically anti-social.

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“What use hath I for yon athletic negroes, who passeth their balls to and fro? For I hath the economic, educational and and social stores necessary to speaketh of woes much greater than those of thine negro with his balls. Yonder is the universe, in all its glory, and I sitteth atop the world, gazing into eternal woe. Mine pity is for the man who can only but cheer and weepeth for his negroes with their balls, for mine woes art cosmic in scale. I crieth out with a great cosmic sound as I weepeth for otherworldly visions of warm winds melting ice, of a plague which decimates the minds of men, of a grand heavy-handedness towards the negro, who hath become mine kin. One may catch and throw a ball, but enlightenment must be courted like a maiden alabaster, and grasped like a fleeting dream.”

>I was never really into sports myself. I would just watch or read enough to have some concept of what was going on. Because if you didn’t know anything about sports when I was growing up, you were basically anti-social. https://dailystormer.su/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/Screen-Shot-2021-02-02-at-12.45.01-PM.png and > *“What use hath I for yon athletic negroes, who passeth their balls to and fro? For I hath the economic, educational and and social stores necessary to speaketh of woes much greater than those of thine negro with his balls. Yonder is the universe, in all its glory, and I sitteth atop the world, gazing into eternal woe. Mine pity is for the man who can only but cheer and weepeth for his negroes with their balls, for mine woes art cosmic in scale. I crieth out with a great cosmic sound as I weepeth for otherworldly visions of warm winds melting ice, of a plague which decimates the minds of men, of a grand heavy-handedness towards the negro, who hath become mine kin. One may catch and throw a ball, but enlightenment must be courted like a maiden alabaster, and grasped like a fleeting dream.”*

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