Monthly Archives: August 2013

Koolin’ on some kool shit


Haha the first official shin dig at the batcav3. We got motivational speaker. An author reading. A professional photographer. 2 clothing lines. A full bar. And Four hip hop performance artist. Should be fun. Especially the bar. But come see for yourself or ill just let you know sinday. Peace


The End of the Negro Leagues

First a trickle and then a flood of players signed with Major League Baseball teams. Most signed minor league contracts and many languished, shuttled from one bush league team to another despite their success at that level. But they were in Organized Baseball, that part of the industry organized by the major leagues.

photograph_negro_leagues_01Early in 1946, Rickey signed four more black players, Campanella, Newcombe, John Wright and Roy Partlow, this time with much less fanfare. After the integration of the major leagues in 1947, marked by the appearance of Jackie Robinson with the Brooklyn Dodgers that April, interest in Negro league baseball waned. Black players who were regarded as prospects were signed by major league teams, often without regard for any contracts that might have been signed with Negro league clubs. Negro league owners who complained about this practice were in a no-win situation: they could not protect their own interests without seeming to interfere with the advancement of players to the majors. Read the rest of this entry

Im Sorry

I Sorry to the people I care about that i talk to crazy and abusively. Ive become such a fiery personality.

I so Sorry for the brash and curt words I love to use to express myself. Im so disappointed in myself and the time ive wasted in life that I my temper and patience with the people I care about has become so short.

Im so objective and sometimes I am way to Sharp in my relation.

Ive grown to think relationships are silly. But maybe just my own….

The people you want, love, need, and care for the most– are the same people you hurt and lose. Love is Life. And Life is Hard. Mark Lives and Loves Hard as fuck and Im so sorry if I ever hurt you.


From Mama to Dawta and Back Around Again

Good writer I ran across. Great content and Much more precise points than my own loose rants.


She sat on the floor, in between her Mama’s knees and got her hair braided.  (Such a sweet little girl.) Her Mama kept telling her “Your Daddy ain’t shyt.  He’s low down and no good.  Men in general ain’t shyt.  Don’t trust ‘em!”  She believed her.

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What happened to…

Real Women

I really remember when women was real. I remember being 13 and falling in love with 30 year old women because they was so real. I seen them deal with some real situations and keep it so real and handled it so lady.

This last generation of 31 plus is so childish and so fake and so tv. None of them need a man for anything; so none of there kids have fathers in the house and that shit is cool with them. They proud of that shit. Its funny to me how much they not willing to do. And how much shit they not gonna put up with. How much they resent a Man telling them anything directive. Lol. Shit is too funny to me how entitled they feel and how stern they believe in all the bullshit they keep up. Its crazy how many “single” mothers are “available” and dating. I think my generation of women will set a much better Standard and example of being 30 and 30 plus. Lets get These 22 year old acting ass 32+ year old women out of here. They make the 30’s look terrible and immature. I feel so Sorry for young Men that have These terrible ass examples of 30 plus year old women. “In my day” women in their thirties were wives, mothers, lovers , had familys and still able to be sexy, strong, caring, spiritual, mature, sophisticated, discretionate, and professional. Im so in love with the memory of those sexy 30 plus year old women that its disapointing to expect the same qualities from this current one or this previous one.

I think this next generation of thirty is going to be special though. There going to bring back more of the classic Woman that i fell in love with at such a young age and I cant wait. Women in their 30’s are so gorgeous I would like to see much more of them Match their beauty with quality substance and womanly character. Thats true beauty. These 30plus Women of this last generation have been terrible. Not even meant as a bash. Just a shameful reality. The vanities, insecurities, egos, and immaturities are droughtful behavior and its evident in the lack of complete families.

So many women resent their own Men or childrens fathers but casually entertain each others men as “friends”. Its very silly shit. Im very attentive and unbias. So this is not a bash. But this is a very real observation. The truth is, that truth, isnt attrative to this last generation of 30 plus year old women. They are attractive and attracted to themselves. “Fuck real its about how i feel.” They rather appear real than to be any sorts of it.

Its terrible how selfish, vain, self centered, and self righteous the majority of these women are behaving. Their selfish, and resentful behavior is damaging to the stability of their own family and they are disregardingly negligent to the consequence and absolutely unwilling to accept any accountability for such liable behavior. The notion that they do not need a Man is not only silly but its terribly irresponsible, arrogant, and ignorant to sentence any child to a life of that logics consequence. “In my day” women used to watch Oprah, listen to Toni braxton, read books, and fight to keep their families together. Now they watch love and hiphop, listen to problem, post on ig, and fight at the club.

I hope my generation of ladies has learned from the mistakes of this last. (I think they have) i see more maturity, more grace, and more solid families and less resentment from them already. this years 30 year old women are the new generation of 30s and I think they have a beautiful perspective of themselves. I see much more Authenicity in them. The single women without children: their independence is much more of a natural and objective independence. They are concious of their own actual worth and not so much trying to portray worth by discrediting their lovers. The ones that have families are married and committed. I think that is admirable. And these are still late 20 yearold women but i think they will carry their authencity into their 30s and revive the classic real women that i lve missed.

Women are so beautiful. It hurts to see them dimenish there gorgeous nature by adapting such ugly characteristics and unrealistic perspectives from childish and immature behaviors. I miss when women were real. And im glad to see them making a small come back.

Real women care for their men, for their children, and their families wellness and sustanance.

Real women will DO anything to keep their men, their children, and their families. Especially if its as simple as compromising that silly ass ego, arrogance, and stubborn pride.

Real women “care” to do things for the people they love. Real women “love.” And a woman that loves is real women.

These fake bitxhes only dont care to do anything for anybody but they hair and fake like they such good mothers because they kids dads aint shit. Thats not love. Thats hate and thats fake!

hateful letter telling family to ‘euthanize’ autistic child

sorry i laughed a lil bit. smh crazy people.

Ontario police are aware of a disgusting letter that apparently sent to a woman caring for an autistic child by a woman neighbour who wanted the “wild animal kid” out of her neighbourhood, even if it meant killing the child.

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Helping students help themselves

Counselor Gary shultz taught me alot this summer.  He taught me that caring is more of a practice than a sincere emotion. As a counselor, Its not necessary to care just ask counselor Brown, he doesnt give a fuck, a he’s sure not gonna pretend like he gives a fuck.

Shultz is more charismatic though. He’s the more likeable guy. He has alot of cool sayings, and phrases that people remember him by.

Like “dont throw the baby out with the bathwater,” and “the monster in the closet is usually just a coat.”

He has some cool others but I cant remember them all.   Oh Yea I forgot the coined slogan. My favorite is “Help me help you.”(I really didnt forget) Yea that ones cool. Thats like his closer… look direct in the eye, firm handshake, smile, and the GS “Slogan”.

Its pretty cool, its pretty cute. But I dont know…shit im just a San bernar doo doo niggga… But I prefer genuine concern and sincerity over cute as slogans.

Thats Probably why im un successful in life though. But im learning alot at college practice  sincere acts dont run around being all actually sincere. Smh. Silly nigga.running around being true and shit. I got it though. Ima get my irrelevant non context slogan game up for this sememster though.

check me out.  “Dont be real …just Let em see real”

“Help me dont help you.” No thats too true.

I got it I got it,peep… “Im here when you need me” (but I rrallt dont give a fuck lol.) Yea that told u I got it. Im learning that Riverside city college student shit.

Jesse Jackson Jr. Sentence to 2 years


What O knows Fa’ sho

Looking at this O magazine real quick. In the back is “what I know for sure” by Oprah her self. In this short article she displays and conveys all of brilliance and all of her talent to enrich others.

She is undoubtedly insightful and thought provoking in the relation of her “own”(pun) experiences. Just goes to show why O is O and that what I know fasho.

Check out this O quote:

“At different times in our journeys, if were paying attention and able to create some luck, we get to sing the song we are meant to sing in the perfect key of life. Everything we’ve done and all were meant to do comes together in harmony with who we are”

Grubbing – Gabriel Spera


The jay’s up early, and attacks the lawn
with something of that fervor and despair
of one whose keys are not where they always are,
checking the same spots over and again
till something new or overlooked appears—
an armored pillbug, or a husk of grain.
He flits with it home, where his mate beds down,
her stern tail feathers jutting from the nest
like a spoon handle from a breakfast bowl.
The quickest lover’s peck, and he’s paroled
again to stalk the sodgrass, cockheaded, obsessed.
He must get something from his selfless work—
joy, or reprieve, or a satisfying sense
of obligation dutifully dispensed.
Unless, of course, he’s just a bird, with beaks—
too many beaks—to fill, in no way possessed
of traits or demons humans might devise,
his dark not filled with could-have-beens and whys.

poem by Gabriel Spera

My auntiez email. (Cecil “Owen” Williams)

I got a cool email from one of my favorite aunties about my little big cousin Owen. Cecil Owen Williams II is premier prep athlete and now NCAA College Football student./athlete. An area article was published of him this month prior.

Cecil Williams II Profile PictureHis pops is a champ so it seems he’s filling his genes in well. Proud of u cousin and super congrats on so much positive progress. His Mom and Pop,  Cecil and Karen, are some of the best parents ever. It’s nice to see such a positive fruition from a wonderful structure of loving parenting. 

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Mind and Body



“Kaine.. do you care whether you live or die?”


My favorite movie I ever watched was Menace II Society.  I remember my popz taking me to see the movie in theatre when I was about 11.  The fact that he took me only added to the sentiment.

I was way too young to appreciate the powerful message and the relevance in a movie like that but I did.

I absolutely comprehened the messages and completely identified myself with Kaine the main character.  I felt as if I was watching an unfolding version of my own young life’s future. When kids my age where fond of Ace Ventura and watching Goosebumps series– Menace II Society became and remained my favorite movie.

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“Outlaw” Nelson Mandela

When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw.” ― Nelson Mandela


The Collection

Adding another realm to the never ending depths of The Gritz.

  I promise it not another thuggy, badd attitude, writer slash barber, slash rapper-producer/business entrepreneur that you’ll ever meet that’s fuckin with my baseball card collection.

Don’t try to start now because I inspired you its too late just come check out the sick ass digg in th shoe box ass vintage collection ill start posting every week.  I got u.

Check out the intro to TheGritz BaseballCard Collection



Gritty knows Bo!  Sick!!!!!

Check me out every week though I got u.

Flashing High Fashionz

If you don’t know I’m deep in fashion roots… I’m deep homie! I have had 3 clothing stores. The first two have been tragic heartaches for me to lose. The third is a live that I’m taking slowly. The Batcav3 is my latest rendition to the urban fashion game.

All that shit to say I’m starting a new feature to the blog “Area   Fashionz” consisting of high quality urban fashion produced out of the Inland Area.

Stay tuned ima show u what my roots about.

Taylor’d Fitness Tips


I’m going in with my man J.peezy. All these fad fitness boomers and pussyfitness tips are fraudulent. Men shouldn’t train like women and no two women should train alike. Every workout should be personally “Taylor’d”

J. Peezy is a psychology/kinesiology major who has won countless weight and fitness competitions with his coined “all natural” dietary meals, lifting, and exercise. The boy is an outright Championship Beast!

I will be featuring myself(The Gritz), J.Peezy’s, and D’ Mclean’s effective and practical Taylor’d fitness’ tips to include in your personal diet and exercise or to encourage you to enroll in their Taylor’d 4 U personal training program.

Stay tuned


“Everythings Taylor’D”

Who gives a fuck

Who gives a fuck how u really feel or been thru or going thru or going go thru. Or what happened, or whats gonna happen, or what didnt happen, or why the fuck it happened, or why the fuck it didnt happen. Who gives a fuck?

God cares but he speaks through the trees and bushes and shit. People fuck your life up directly to ur face and tell you they care. But I learned when I was 10 that bitches concern is about 2 feet deep. Try diving in that shit head first and see if she give a fuck why you hurt. Lol.
Shell communicate with yo ass forever about it though. Todos problemas no resolución puto.

This is a poem by the way but who gives a fuck?

God is in the small stuff.


Just a great book I picked up. Very practical very insightful. Check it out


Define Devine

I shall prove to be… what I shall prove to be.