Color Blind

I just watched a show about Texas Western beating Kentucky in 1966 for the NCAA tournament. Texas Western had an all black starting five and Kentucky's entire team was white.
The show went on to talk about Tubby Smith who is now the coach of Kentucky. Can I tell you something? I never thought of Coach Smith being any color. I just think he's a hell of a coach. That's what sports does for you. You cheer for your team, you don't care what color the player is, you just want him to make the basket. Although, if Kobe Bryant became a Celtic, I wouldn't cheer for him. There are some lines you can't cross.

If you only knew how many times I offered to marry Robert Parish during the 80's (my glory days of basketball). Not that he knew about it, otherwise I'd be Mrs. Parish, obviously, but he couldn't hear me through the TV.

I live in a neighborhood that is predominately Hispanic. It's funny when you hear the kids say, "you know, the white kid." One of my neighbors and I were talking when we first moved in and she is from Cuba. I said, "it's like a regular United Nations here, we have people from Nicaragua, Venezuela, Puerto Rico, Columbia and Ecuador." She said, "Yeah, and we were surprised when you moved in." After the hurricanes, we all got together to help each other out. I could not be happier with where I live.

Color blindness is a wonderful thing.