make sure that Brian could continue to be the happy little boy he
had always been.
I
don’t
know
if
it
was
God
or
a
saint,
but
the
‘person’
led
me
around
throughout
‘Heaven’
and
I
saw
things.
I
saw
my
mother
crying herself to sleep after putting me to bed as a little boy. She
was so lonely and had been for so long before she even met
Michael or Melvin. My grandparents had gotten into an argument
and were trying to force each other to sit at home and care for her.
They both left, and neither of them came back for a day or so. My
great grandmother came by looking in on them and noticed my
mother there alone and took her. Auntie Millie and Auntie Fay
were older than Mama and if not for them, my grandmother would
have never given Mama back. As Auntie Fay and Auntie Millie grew
older and more self-sufficient and mature,
my
grandmother’s
habits never improved. My grandfather did his thing, and Mama
was the casualty of most of it.
Unlike some people who go through temporary times of
turmoil,
Mama’s
childhood
and
adolescence
was
a
permanent
crisis that nobody sought to address. I would guess that she fought
her way out of it the best she could, but a lot of the residual effects
of negative relationship dynamics. To get her to do things or not do
things, Mama was manipulated by people withdrawing their love
from her, and she did it to us. When she got mad at us as little kids
and even as adults, she would cut us off from love. As little boys, it
was very disappointing and confusing. I had the clarity to know
why when Auntie Millie would come and tell us that our mother
loved
us
and
things
were
okay,
but
we
didn’t
feel
relieved.
No
matter
what,
she
didn’t
give
us
up
for
adoption
or
abandon
us
physically, but still we felt like she had abandoned us. Well, I felt
like she had abandoned me emotionally, and that was even worse.
That was the same game I played on Vanessa for so long, and after
I could see the full scope of the picture, I felt totally different about
how I organized my memories. So many things were emotionally
liberating.
The
part
that
wasn’t
was
the
images of Michael living
very high on the hog while Mama and we struggled. I hoped I was
wrong, but the visions were pin point accurate about so many
other things. Michael lived pretty well, and even excluding the
financial aspect of it, he could have done little things that would
have helped us be better people. I knew the vision was correct
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when I saw him sitting by the phone on my birthday and thinking
about whether to call and then deciding to not do it. He never told
his parents I even existed, and he let my grandmother go to her
grave
thinking
that
I
was
Melvin’s
son.
I
was
upset,
but
oddly,
I
wasn’t
mad.
I
decided
to
use
all
that
I
had
been
exposed
to—and
anything I would soon learn—as instruction for what things I
absolutely could not do to my children or myself. The strangest
thing
about
it
all
is
that
I
was
calm
all
the
way
through;
I
didn’t
even want to be upset. I felt like a man. I had heard that having the
information to make the right decisions would eliminate the
confusion that was the root of anger, but that was the first time I
had ever had all of the answers I needed to feel objective about
things that were less than favorable to me.
As I sat there and thought, the bedroom door opened and
Makayla ran in and jumped on the bed. Anthony walked in behind
her, and Sheila held Brian, who was calm and dressed in his little
night suit. Makayla looked like a little angel in her white, frilly
nightgown
and
hair
flowing
down
her
back.
The
look
on
Anthony’s
face said he knew something or had spoken to Sheila or Vanessa or
somebody in private. Sheila had a peculiar look on her face as well.
Her underlying eyes said she was horny and would definitely be
back to handle her business after the kids were all put to bed.
I
looked
at
Anthony
and
asked,
“What
are
you
all
up
to?”
He
said
innocently,
“Coming
to
kiss
you
goodnight
and
make
sure
you
are
ready
for
the
game
tomorrow.”
I
asked,
“The
game,
huh?”
Makayla crawled under the sheets, and I tickled her stomach
with my finger as she balled up to get away as she laughed. She
lifted her arm so I could tickle her there; I obliged her more than
once. Brian was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed even that late at
night, but I knew that would be short-lived. I reached out to him
and Sheila handed him to me. Damn, that boy was getting heavy. I
said,
“Geez,
Babe,
what
did
you
feed
him?”
“Concrete
and
rocks,”
she
said
sarcastically.
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I
said,
“Yeah,
he
feels
like
it.”
Goodness,
he
was
getting
solid.
I
still flipped his little top up and blew bubbles on his stomach and
he laughed. Anthony smiled, and I could tell he had something
burning
in
his
mouth
to
get
out,
but
he
held
it.
I
asked,
“Are
you
ready
for
tomorrow?”
He
looked
up,
and
Sheila
looked
down
at
him
like
they
were
holding
a
secret.
I
said,
“Okay
you
two,
what’s
going
on?”
Sheila
said,
“Can’t
your
son
be
excited
about
a
big
game
tomorrow with all of his family coming to watch? Who says
anything
is
wrong?
Maybe
stuff
is
just
right.”
I said,
“Well,
maybe.”
She
confirmed,
“Yeah,
maybe
is
right.”
“Yeah,
Dad,
maybe,”
Anthony
seconded.
I
looked
at
Makayla
and
asked,
“What
do
you
think,
Muffin?”
She
answered,
“Maybeeeee-eeeee-eeee!”
as
I
tickled
her
ribs.
That was good enough for me, so I decided to let it go. They all
kissed me, and Sheila took them to go to bed. I knew she would be
back and in a frisky mood.
When the door cracked open, I was already laying back in the
bed, naked, with my dick making a tent out of the sheets. Sheila
took longer than I thought she would, but when the door did open,
a big bowl of ice cream floated in first and taunted me to come to
the door. Sheila held the bowl in her hand, and with her finger she
signaled me to come to the door.
Should
I
take
the
bait?
I
did,
because
there
didn’t
seem
to
be
any
negatives to the offer. Just as I got close to the door and ready to
reach out for the bowl of ice cream, the door swung wide open and
oohh la-la. Sheila stood there butt naked looking absolutely
scrumptious. She batted her eyes and withdrew the bowl closer to
her
as
she
asked,
“Which
one
do
you
want—something hot or
something
cold?”
That
was
a
no
brainer.
I
said,
“You
better
get
in
here
before
the
kids come out of their rooms and see you.”
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She walked away into the hallway and opened the doors of all
the
kids
and
asked,
“Do
you
see
any
kids
around
here?”
I was tripping. I wondered what the hell happened to the kids.
Then I heard buss-giggle-giggle uooommm, the three garage doors
go
down.
I
was
amazed
and
I
instinctively
asked,
“Sheila,
why
are
you
so
damn
good
to
me?”
When she heard me ask that, the smile slowly faded from her
face
as
she
walked
toward
me
and
said,
“Eric,
you
are
good
to
me,
too.
Even
when
things
aren’t perfect, I do the things that have
proven to be beneficial for the short and long term prosperity of
this
family.
That
doesn’t
mean
everything
I
do
or
have
done
is
fun
and festive, but the ultimate goal is my focus. Your prosperity and
development is my prosperity and development as a woman and
as a person. Women go to their graves and never enjoy the full
multi-dimensional bliss of not having a full life that includes the
men they love. A woman can be a woman without a man, but trust
me—every woman would prefer to have the influence in her life
that comes from romance and true companionship with a MAN.
The greatest miracle in the world is to conceive our children and
share in the raising and rearing of lives that we both created. You
complete me, Eric, in the way that men were meant to complete
women.
Now,
let’s
stop
talking
and
analyzing
that
and
spend
more
time
doing
it
than
thinking
about
it.”
After she made the best love to me that I had ever had, I lay
there in bed beside her and looked at the bowl of what used to be
ice cream that had never been eaten. She was purring in her sleep
with a big smile on her face as she lay wrapped in my arms. The
only light in the room was from the full moon shining in the
window. I focused my eyes on it and began to speak to God again. I
was better, and I wanted to make sure that from then on, I turned
to the spirit in times of joy as well as in times of pain. I slightly
remembered comments Vanessa and Bev made about me
becoming better and being a better person. It was true, and I hoped
they could enjoy the same kind of emotional and spiritual rebirth
that I had. I curled my body around my wife to hold her tight, and I
closed
my
eyes
softly
so
the
tears
trapped
in
the
corners
didn’t
roll
away.
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In the morning, Sheila
woke
before
I
did,
and
I
didn’t
feel
her
get out of the bed. I was awakened by her gentle kissing on my ear
and
whispering,
“Baby,
it’s
the
big
day.
Come
on
and
eat
and
let’s
get
ready.”
She
had
my
clothes
laid
out,
and
I
could
smell
that
food
was prepared. I could also hear that there were people downstairs.
I expected it to be Maritsa and the kids, but then I sat up and I
could smell it—cheese grits and fish. I knew it before she even said
it,
“Your
mother
wanted
to
come
over
and
make
breakfast
before
we
all
went
to
the
game.”
I was nervous but very anxious and excited. Before I went
downstairs, I showered and dressed and primped like it was my
wedding day. I guess I was taking too long because I heard Auntie
Fay
yelling,
“What’s
taking
that
boy
so
long?
Who
do
he
think
he’s
going to see play—Reggie
Jackson?”
She
knew
Reggie
Jackson
was
an old Yankee. She also knew that I would die to see him. I hurried;
I
couldn’t
wait
to
get
downstairs.
When I got to the kitchen, I thought I would try to be helpful
and set the table, but it was already done. I looked around to see
how
I
could
be
helpful
or
‘make
myself
useful,’
like
Auntie
Millie
used to tell us to do. Mama stood there in front of the stove with all
the eyes going and the oven baking biscuits. She was working it
like an old school D.J. at a house party. I walked up behind her like I
would do Sheila, and she must have known I was coming because
she leaned her head over and accepted my kiss. It made me feel so
good. Everybody smiled. Anthony was finishing peeling potatoes,
and
when
he
saw
Mama
smile
back
at
me,
I
don’t
know
who
smiled
bigger—him or me. He dropped the potato in the bowl of water
and
ran
to
hug
me.
God
is
good,
y’all.
I looked around and saw there was a lot of food being prepared
and
way
too
many
place
settings
for
just
us.
I
asked,
“Who
else
is
coming
to
eat
breakfast?”
Auntie
Fay
answered
with
an
authoritative
resolve,
“Family!”
That was good enough for me. Sheila was fumbling around in
the fridge and said, “Oh,
darn!
Eric,
sweetheart,
we
need
some
more
juice.
Would
you
mind
going
to
the
store
for
some?”
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I
didn’t
mind
at
all.
I
asked,
“Sure,
what
kind
do
you
want—
orange,
apple,
grape…?”
Auntie
Fay
said,
“Who’s
gonna
buy
juice?
This
boy
was
taught
to
squeeze
juice
like
we
had
to
do.
Don’t
get
brand
new,
Patrick.”
I
fell
right
into
my
childhood
mindset
and
whined,
“But
Auntie
Fay,
I’ll
be
squeezing
stuff
all
day,
plus
I’ll
have
to go to the store to
get
the
fruit,
anyway.”
She
wasn’t
having
it.
She
said,
“Boy,
please,
I
gave
y’all
a
juicer
for
a
wedding
gift.”
She
pulled
a
strap
out
of
her
purse
and
threatened,
“Did
you
forget
the
gift
I
worked
my
knuckles
to
the
bone to get
for
you?”
I
saw
a
funny
look
on
her
face
as
a
tear
almost
fell
from
her
eye.
She
said,
“I’m
not
here
to
start
anything,
but
you
understand something right now. Tony, you listen, too. You all are
all we have, and if we seem upset or mean to you at times, it’s
because
we
are
old,
baby.
We
won’t
live
forever,
and
the
only
way
we live on is in your lives and in your minds. Anything you do,
good or bad, lives with us. Tony, when your mommy and daddy
didn’t
get
married
and
things
didn’t
seem
to
be
working
out,
it hurt
us.
But
I’m
saying
all
this
to
tell
you
that
we
are
here
now
to
celebrate and be thankful because we have all the pieces of a
family
for
once.
It
doesn’t
have
to
be
in
perfect,
man
to
woman
order, but families make do. Families manage and fill the gaps.
When you married Sheila, Patrick, we had the first wedding and
marriage
we
knew
of
in
our
family
for
a
long
time.
We
can’t
afford
to lose anybody in mind, body, or spirit. I have waited and I
deserve
to
see
the
‘fruits’
of
all
the
labor
and
when
the
time comes,
I want to see it, feel it, know it, and if I can, literally and figuratively
drink it and have the blessing that God has given me, nourish this
old
body.
Amen.
I
gave
you
that
gift
for
a
purpose,
Patrick.”
She looked away toward Mama, who had her head bowed and
her back turned. When she looked toward Mama, she broke eye
contact with us, and we looked at Mama, too. Auntie Fay looked at
me and walked to Mama to hug her and hold her head up and say,
“Get
your
head
up,
girl.
I’m
old,
but
I’m
not
too
old
to
be
happy.
I’m
gonna
be
happy,
and
I’m
gonna
die
happy.
You,
too!”
Anthony
sobbed
and
said,
“You’re
not
going
to
die,
Auntie
Fay.”
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She
smiled
at
him
and
said,
“No,
sweetheart,
Auntie
Fay
is
going
to die one day. It might not be soon, but it will come. But you can
best
believe
that
from
now
on,
I’m
going
to
enjoy
everything
the
Lord brings into my life. And if you pitch a baseball or graduate
college,
get
married,
whatever,
like
I’m
here
today,
I’ll
be
there
for
that too, God willing. Somebody gotta keep your ole rusty Daddy in
line;
you,
too.”
She smiled through her tears and touched Anthony on the nose
with her finger. She used to do that to me, Manny, and Buster.
Mama cheered up, too. Sheila smiled, and as we all looked around,
the doorbell rang. Anthony ran to answer it. I knew it was Vanessa
because
he
sang,
“Hi,
Mommy.”
I excused myself out to hurry and go get more fruit to make
juice.
I
wasn’t
running
from
Vanessa;
I
just
knew
that
if
people
were going to show up, I needed
to
hurry
so
folks
wouldn’t
be
sitting at the table, parched. I grabbed my keys and sped to the
grocery store. On the way out of the neighborhood, I passed Bev as
she watered her lawn. She looked magnificent as usual, and I
waved. I would have stopped to talk and give her a joyful kiss on
the
cheek
if
I’d
had
more
time.
I
didn’t
consider
her
any
less
of
a
friend; our friendship had truly evolved to something very positive
and beneficial to each of us. She might still want to be sexual with
me, but I knew
that
I
wouldn’t
have
a
problem
resisting
her
or
controlling any compulsion to say or do anything suggestive
toward her. Right before I got too far past her house, I hit the
brakes. I backed up real quick, pulled over, and yelled out the
window,
“Get
washed up and go to my house for breakfast. My
Mama
came
to
cook!”
She
threw
her
hands
up
like
she
didn’t
know
what
I
was
talking
about.
I
didn’t
know
if
she
had
eaten
or
what,
but
I
just
waved
my
hand
and
said,
“Go,
go,
Bev.
I’m
running
short
on
time!”
I
sped
off
and
didn’t
even
look
back
to
see
if
she
went
inside.
When I got to the store, I walked around quickly, wondering what
kind of fruit to buy. I thought about buying some canned fruit to
make juice or even the canned fruit. Then I thought no, I better not.
I walked past the frozen juice refrigerator and got some ideas. I
bought five big pineapples, a gang of peaches, three bushels of
bananas, five pounds of white grapes, one of those big bags of
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apples, and a whole tray of strawberries. I knew I wouldn’t
use
them all for the juice, but I could find a very tasty use in eating
them
off
Sheila’s
body
later
that
night.
I
left
the
store
with
my
arms
full and running like O.J. on those old rental car commercials.
When I got back home, the house was full. I knew who was
there because of the cars. I almost choked on my own spit when I
saw
Vanessa’s
mother’s
car
in
the
front
drive.
Then,
there
was
a
car
I
didn’t
recognize
that
caught
my
eye
as
I
drove
around
back.
I
found out who drove that navy blue Jaguar when I got inside, and I
knew the vision I had the night before was truly a spiritual thing. I
recognized the head from behind as I had seen it before.
I walked in the house and took a deep breath and when I turned
the corner, I could see Mama, Auntie Fay, and Ms. Miller sitting at
the small kitchen table talking to Michael. Makayla ran to me and
yelled,
“Ooooh,
Daddy,
what
did
you
bring
me?”
Everybody turned to look at me as I sat the bags down. The
crowd gathered quickly. Vanessa, Florence, and to my surprise,
Jackie walked in from the front room with Anthony. Bev was there,
and she and Maritsa walked in behind Phillip as he pushed the
little
guide
with
his
mouth
that
made
the
wheelchair
move.
I
didn’t
know what to say; my palms were all sweaty. The only thing I
could think of to say or do and find any security was to
automatically
defer
to
my
children
and
ask,
“Where’s
Brian?”
Mama
answered,
“Right
here
sitting
in
his
grandfather’s
lap.”
Michael turned to show Brian sitting contently in his lap. I felt a
little threatened, but I knew that babies have a built in bullshit
alarm,
and
Brian’s
is
always
set
on
whisper
mode.
The
look
on
my
face must have said volumes because Phillip spoke up first and
said,
“Forgiveness
starts
in
the
heart, Eric. You and me got a lot
more history than you and him do. Look, this is what it took me
fifteen
years
to
learn
to
do.”
I
watched
and
so
did
everybody
else
as
he barely moved his hand and fingers off the side of the
wheelchair.
He
said,
“My
goal
has been to shake your hand for a
long
time.
I’m
gonna
make
it,
too.”
That was enough for me. I swallowed all of the anger and
resentment that very instant and walked to Michael and held out
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my hand to shake. He stood and held Brian in his arm and hugged
me with the other free arm. He hugged me strong and thumped my
back
like
he
never
wanted
to
let
me
go.
There
wasn’t
a
dry
eye
in
the
house.
Mama
broke
the
tension
and
silence
as
she
said,
“Food’s
getting
cold,
Patrick.
I
haven’t
put
the
eggs
on
yet.
You better get to
that
juice
making.”
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Chapter 28
I made banana, grape, peach, orange, and strawberry juice with
a twist of apple and lemon to give it a spike. Everybody thought it
was going to be nasty, but when they tasted it, they almost lost
their minds. I was in a euphoric funk and I made so much juice that
I decided to freeze the rest in Styrofoam cups and take it to the
baseball
game.
We
had
time
because
the
game
wasn’t
until
2:00
o’clock.
I
was
glad
everybody
came
and
Sheila
didn’t
have
to
say
it,
but I knew she organized the affair. I remembered her telling the
group of people in the mall that families handle their business at
home. That was truly the better idea than to have all of those raw
emotions being displayed at the baseball diamond. Everybody got
along,
and
I
was
even
surprised
that
Florence
didn’t
have
anything
negative
to
say
to
anybody.
I
hadn’t
seen
Jackie
in
years,
and
she
had lost a lot of weight. I tried to keep my chin up as I watched how
much effort it took to care for Phillip. Somebody must have briefed
Michael on how everybody was related because he was very
familiar with everybody and their personality differences. He came
out to the garage and asked if I needed help loading the truck with
everything. I did need help, so I said,
“You’re
right
on
time.”
He smiled, and we both figuratively rolled up our sleeves and
got to work. I had junk, and then I had junk to maintain the junk. I
also needed to bring along junk to clean up the mess I made with
the
junk.
I
didn’t
think
he and I would get into a deep conversation,
but
he
must
have
felt
very
courageous
and
said,
“Nobody
can
change the past, but I can make sure my efforts in the present and
future
show
that
I
want
to
be
a
part
of
you
all’s
lives.”
I
wasn’t
upset
as
much as
I
was
curious.
I
asked,
“Was
it
that
easy
to
walk
away
and
stay
away?”
He
said,
“Hell,
nawl.
I’m
fifty-four years old and it took me this
long to know that I been busting my ass to avoid stuff harder than I
would’ve
if
I
just
came
clean.
Melvin
did
shit
that
I
couldn’t
stand,
but when I tried to say something, he always had an answer that if
I raised my own kids like I tried to raise his, I would be too busy to
judge him. I ended up psychologically barricading myself into a
corner between being married
to
somebody
I
didn’t
love,
trying
to
hold onto children I did love, trying to reach out to a son that was
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mine, trying to figure out what the impact would be if I separated
you
from
your
brothers
who
were
my
brother’s
children,
and
holding up a social image that would have surprised any of my so-
called friends to know that I had the skeletons I did. I have more
issues
than
National
Geographic.
I
couldn’t
trust
people,
and
they
for
damn
sure
couldn’t
trust
me.
When
I
told
my
ex-wife that I
couldn’t
live
like
that
anymore,
she
didn’t
take
me
seriously.
People
are
resistant
to
change,
even
if
it’s
a
change
from
something
that’s
killin’
em.”
“Tell
me
about
it.”
“Yeah,
Sheila
told
me
about
Vanessa
and
all
of
the
ups
and
downs.
I’m
not
sure
if
you know this, but Vanessa is more like your
mother
than
she
would
like
to
admit.”
“Think
so?”
“Familiarity
breeds
contempt.
Have
you
ever
heard
somebody
say they would not want to be with anybody who would date
somebody
like
them?
That’s
what
a
lot
of
that
was
or
is
about.”
“I
think
it’s
about
over
now.”
“I’m
hoping
so.
Everybody
seems
to
be
growing
and
progressing.”
“What
about
you?
I
mean,
you…and
everybody
else
in
your
life.
You
mentioned
you
had
other
kids.”
“Yeah.
I
got
exactly
what
I
made.”
I
didn’t
know
what
he
meant
by
that
and
I
almost
didn’t
want
to
go
into
it,
but
I
didn’t
have
to
ask
because
he
volunteered.
He
pulled
pictures
out
of
his
wallet
and
showed
me.
“See,
this
is
Valerie when she was little, and this is her about two years ago.
This
is
Auburn,
her
little
girl
and…”
I looked at the pictures. The little girl, Auburn, looked mixed.
She had curly, reddish-brown hair, green eyes, and freckles. I
asked,
“Is
Auburn
biracial?”
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The smile on his face looked like it weighed two hundred
pounds and was barely being held on by a thumb tack and a piece
of dental floss stretched across the back. He bunched his smile in
the
corner
of
his
mouth
and
answered,
“Yeah,
Valerie
is
interested
in everything but black men. Auburn has had one-eighth of a daddy
and seven mommy partners in the last four or so years. It makes
me sick to think of it sometimes, but Auburn is my heart. And, this
is
Mikey.
I
wouldn’t
be
surprised
to
see
him
on
Jerry
Springer or
something.”
“Why
would
you
say
something
like
that?”
“Mikey
seems
to
be
a
magnet
for
dysfunctional
shit.
Wild
women,
he’ll
take
any
pill
you
give
him,
and
he’ll
try
to
do
anything
you’ve
seen
on
any
movie.
Lately
he’s
impressed
with the Rock and
Vin
Diesel
movies.
He’s
black
but
looks
Mulatto,
and
somebody
told
him
he
could
be
a
movie
star,
so
now
he’s
put
a
bunch
of
stickers
and
stuff
on
his
car,
fat
wheels,
and
ground
effects.
I
don’t
know
what
to
say
sometimes.”
“Why
do
you
feel
like
you
have
to
say
anything?”
He
snickered
and
said,
“Look
at
my
life.
Work
is
a
hideaway.
People
think
I’m
so
driven
and
successful.
Shit,
I’m
trying
to
get
away as fast as I can. I told my ex-wife that I was thinking about
changing careers and she might have to get a job to support the
lifestyle
she
was
used
to.”
“And?”
“And
that
was
twelve
years
ago.
She
ran
out
of
the
house
like
somebody lit the place on fire. She was down at Harris County
Courthouse filing for divorce the very next
day.”
“You’re
joking,
right?”
“Shit,
do
it
look
like
I’m
joking?
The
very
next
day.
I
think
the
only reason it took her that long was because it was about 3:45
when
I
told
her
and
she
couldn’t
get
down
there
before
they
closed
up. But you can bet that she was down there first thing in the
morning. The only thing that kept her from taking me to the
cleaners was the fact that I hired an investigator to find out that
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she had been hiding money in a secret account and having an
affair. The judge was pissed off that she was untruthful about her
finances and told her that she hoped she had saved enough to last
her
for
a
while
because
that’s
all
she
was
granted,
plus
her
name
back.
August
’92
was
a
pivotal
month
for
us
both.”
He really caught my attention with that comment. There was
only
one
thing
that
August
’92
brought
back
to
mind—me
attempting
suicide.
I
asked,
“Who
told
you
about
that?”
“Melvin
used
it
as
a
weapon
against
me.
He
and
I
got
into
an
argument. He always claimed that I never
did
enough
to
help
him.”
“Help
him
do
what?”
“Be
successful
is
what
he
would
have
wanted
to
argue,
but
I
never
heard
any
of
that
bullshit.
People
say,
‘Oh
Michael,
you’re
so
smart,
you’re
brilliant,’
all
the
rest
of
that
bullshit.
The
fact is that I
went to public elementary school, public high school, and I was a B
and
C
student
in
college.
Have
you
ever
been
to
Cleveland,
Ohio?”
“No.”
“Well,
my
mother
moved
us
from
Cleveland/
we
lived
in
the
hood. Up north, the hood is different
from
down
here.
Y’all
don’t
know
‘hood’
like
I
know
hood.
Melvin’s
life
was
a
matter
of
his
choices. Nobody ever said he had to compete, and I felt guilty for a
lot of the things he did for a long time. People will use the crutches
that
work.”
I got very silent because he seemed to be revisiting a topic that
was
very
sensitive
to
me.
I
wondered
if
he
knew
about…but
then
I
thought, I’m
sure
he
does. Then the look on my face must have told
it.
he
said,
“I’m
not
going
to
lay
this
on
‘it’s
God’s
will’
like most
people will try to do, but I will say that your brothers were not
taken from this earth without having fulfilled the purpose they
were put here for. Life and death are a natural cycle, and
everybody
can’t
live
forever.
No
matter
what
you
do,
you
can’t
rush
or
prolong
what
is
divinely
planned,
Eric.
You
know
what’s
sick?
People trying to pass judgment on one another. We might not like
what
everybody
does,
but
it
is
part
of
life…”
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The garage door that led to the hallway to the kitchen creaked
and I saw Phillip sitting there in his wheelchair, listening. I turned,
and my diversion of attention made Michael look as well. Phillip
said,
“He’s
right,
Eric.
You,
I,
and
he
are
all
where
our
actions
and
decisions in life have led us to be. Whatever we do
or
don’t
do
in
the
future
will
make
us
who
we
are,
then.”
Auntie
Fay
walked
up
behind
Phillip
and
asked,
“Well,
can
we
be
ready
to
go
to
a
baseball
game
in
less
than
an
hour?”
She
was
right. I did need to get there and get all the stuff set up. I had my
grill, the coolers and lawn chairs, and all the other things, and that
was just for before the game. After I dry packed everything, I had to
take it down and pack it again with all of the frozen and perishable
items. I had bought the big grill; the other guy had the little one.
Plus, I had family with us to celebrate. Oh, then I almost forgot to
go upstairs and get all the caps, t-shirts, and other spirit items. I
had a big box of stuff and when I handed it out, I felt like a summer
Santa Claus. I almost got one-upped by Maritsa, who had sewn a
little
purple
and
white
cheerleader’s
outfit
for
Makayla
and
I
hated
to—but had to—admit that she looked sooooo cut. I was surprised
that
Florence
didn’t
act
up.
Jackie
seemed
to
like
Makayla
and
played with her
all
day.
Even
Bev’s
presence
was
a
positive
addition to the entire dynamic. I overheard Vanessa and Bev
talking
in
the
front
room.
Vanessa
asked
her,
“So
what
really
went
on?”
Bev
said
confidently,
“Nothing.
I
tried,
but
nothing.”
I
wouldn’t
find out until later that Sheila was listening to their
little conversation as well from the other side of the room.
I excused myself to get dressed in my proud
daddy/coach/commentator uniform. I had bought enough t-shirts
for Michael to have one, too, but when I came back downstairs, I
felt like something was wrong. I looked at Sheila and she looked
back
at
me.
I
wasn’t
sure
if
she
knew
what
I
was
thinking,
but
I
knew she knew that I was thinking about something significant. I
took my jersey off and gave it to Michael. Anthony smiled real big,
and that made me feel even better. Auntie Fay and Mama
approved,
and
I
even
got
a
compliment
from
Ms.
Miller.
I
didn’t
know if life could get any better.
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We all headed out to the baseball diamond, and to my surprise,
there were even a few parents who had shown up a little earlier
than we had. I was feeling kind of funky about that, but at least I
had the grill and all the other things that nobody else had. I sat all
my stuff outside the truck, and my father and I set it up. Ms. Miller
and Jackie were very protective over Phillip. They were worried
about
his
skin
burning
because
he
wasn’t
normally
exposed
to
the
sun that way. Makayla ran and jumped around and made up her
own little cheers. We were having a good time way before the
game started. People began to show up, and I felt the best feeling I
had ever felt outside of seeing Brian and Makayla being born.
Russell, Tat, and Aaron came with their families and people from
the ward. I had enough food to feed a squad of Army troopers. The
wives were talking and getting along, the kids were running
around playing and having fun, and then the star made his
entrance. Mr. Anthony crawled out of the truck where he was
taking a nap to rest up for the game. We all got the surprise of the
afternoon with Corintha came and brought Brandy. Oh, Anthony
was really fit to be tied then. He introduced Brandy to his
grandmothers. Auntie Fay greeted them, too, with her inspector’s
look on her face. Anthony ate it all up like he was Michael Jackson
or
somebody,
and
his
focus
didn’t
change
until
he
saw
the
Scorpions and their fans begin to show up. He immediately
changed to his game face when he saw Alvarez.
Tat asked me, “What’s
wrong
with
Lil’
Bingo,
dawg?”
I
answered,
“That’s
his
nemesis.
That’s
Alvarez,
the
little
Mexican
boy
that
put
Anthony’s
team
out
of
the
tournament
last
year.
He’s
been
on
ESPN
and
a
few
other
sports
shows.
He
and
Anthony got a serious rivalry
going
on.”
Aaron
overheard
us
and
said,
“He’s
like
you,
man.
You
had
a
rivalry going on with everybody but us. You used to be mean,
dawg.”
I
defended,
“No,
I
didn’t.
I
just
wanted
to
win.”
Tat
said,
“Nawl,
he
told
it
right.
You
always
been smart, but you
had
a
chip
on
your
shoulder
about
shit.”
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I
couldn’t
believe
they
were
saying
that.
I
asked,
“A
chip,
for
real?”
Tat
said,
“Yeah,
nigga,
and
I
ain’t
talking
about
a
potato
chip,
either. Know what, I can tell you this now because
it’s
overå
and
done with. There was a gang of niggas that wanted to talk to
Vanessa
back
in
the
day,
but
they
knew
what
kind
o’
shit
was
liable
to
happen
to
they
ass
for
trippin.’
But
it’s
all
good,
dawg.
Don’t
trip
on
it.
It’s
all
a
lesson.”
“I’m
not
sure
if
I
want
my
son
to
learn
some
of
my
lessons,”
I
said.
Aaron
asked,
“What?
You’re
trippin’
for
real.
Anthony
need
to
learn
all
his
lessons
up
front.
He’ll
be
fine.
How
come
you
can’t
just
watch a gotdamned baseball game? You got all your peeps out
here.
It’s
sunny.
Oh,
and
guess
what?
We
got
that
nigga.”
“What
nigga?”
“That
house
nigga
from
work,”
Aaron
said.
“What
happened?
And
why
the
hell
didn’t
y’all
call
me?”
I
asked.
Aaron
said
to
Tat,
“See,
I
told
you
he
would say that. Ay Russell,
Russell…”
He
started
motioning
for
Russell
to
come
back
by
the
grill
where
we
were.
When
he
got
there,
Aaron
asked,
“What
did
we
say
he
was
gon’
say
when
he
heard
about
the
rundown
on
the
missing
trailers?”
Russell explained, “Everything
is
not
your
responsibility.
Give
somebody
else
a
chance
to
do
something.”
I
stuttered,
“But…”
Russell
said,
“But,
my
ass.
Damn,
boy.
If
you
were
bright
enough
to
bring
in
help,
let
‘em
do
what
you
brought
‘em
to
do.
That
little
buck,
Lionel.
He’s
on
top
of
his
business.
He
got
close
to
McKnight
before we knew it. The fool was trying to recruit Lionel to help him
get
the
goods
out
the
gate
on
the
low.”
“Did
you
call
the
cops?”
I
asked.
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They all looked at each other and laughed like I had lost my
mind. Nobody spoke. Michael interrupted the conversation before
I
could
get
my
answer.
He
said,
“Anthony
must
be
pretty
good,
judging
from
the
way
everybody
is
interacting
with
him.”
The
look
on his face was innocent. Aaron and Tat had never seen Anthony
play.
They
fell
out
laughing
and
asked,
“Oh,
God.
Why
did
you
ask
him
that?”
They
drove
me.
Aaron
told
Michael
and
Russell
about
me
and
a
particular
rival’s
feud.
Aaron
asked,
“Did
you
tell
them
about
Manhead?”
I answered,
“Hell
nawl.
Why
you
gotta
bring
up
that
bullshit?
You
always
doing
that
shit,
man.”
He
asked,
“Doin’
what?”
Then
Russell
asked,
“What’s
Manhead?”
I
pointed
at
him
and
said,
“That,
nigga.
You
know
what
you’re
doing.”
Tat told everybody because the ladies and Phillip had crowded
around the grill. I was standing there with my apron on, flipping
burgers and bratwurst, with a stupid look on my face. When
Vanessa
got
close
enough
to
hear,
she
said,
“Oh
shit.
They
teasing
Bingo about
Manhead.”
She
was
looking
like
she
wanted
to
giggle
and join in. of course, Mama, Auntie Fay, Sheila, and every damn
body else wanted to know what the big secret was. I decided to tell
it myself to keep any of them who knew from embellishing it too
much.
I
said,
“At
DeSoto
High,
they
had
this
little
dude
who
was
about
four feet three with this big ole granddaddy sized head on a little
skinny body. I underestimated him and he hit a couple of home
runs off me. He was the only person who consistently got a hit off
me.
Now.
Y’all
happy?”
Aaron
said,
“Happy?
Hell
nawl,
I
ain’t
happy.
That
ain’t
how
the
story
went
and
you
know
it.”
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Tat
was
cracking
up.
He
asked,
“
‘A,’
he
tried
to
fuck
us
right
now,
didn’t
he?
That
was
a
cold
demo,
Bingo.
Look
at you. Rubbing
a
nigga
on
the
back
and
talkin’
all
low
and
smooth.
‘Go
ahead
and
bend
over.
It
won’t
hurt.’
Not!
There
will
be
no
booty
bandit
action
here
today,
Bingo.”
Auntie Fay pinched Tat for cursing. She grabbed up a bunch of
his arm and twisted
it.
He
squealed
like
a
little
boy
and
said,
“Ow,
Auntie
Fay.”
She
said,
“I’ve
been
telling
you
all
about
them
nasty
mouths
for
years.
There
are
children
and
old
women
around
here.”
Tat rubbed his arm. I thought that was funny. Vanessa cleaned it
up;
she
turned
to
Sheila
and
asked,
“Egomaniac
didn’t
even
tell
you
about
Manhead,
did
he?”
Sheila
shook
her
head
curiously
and
answered,
“Not
that
I
remember.”
Vanessa
proceeded,
“Oh
well
let
me
set
the
record
straight.
Manhead owned Bingo. He put Bingo over the fence against the
Bingo
Special.”
Michael
asked,
“What’s
the
Bingo
Special?”
Tat, A-Plus, and Nessa all imitated my wind up as she narrated,
“He’s
got
this
pitch
and
you
know
when
he’s
gonna
throw
it
when
he does like this.
Usually
I
didn’t
know
a
lot
about
baseball;
we
just
all used to go because he was playing. But you know the special is
coming when he smiles like this, then he bends down a little
deeper
in
his
wind
up.
Most
people
can’t
pick
it
up,
but
Manhead
must have
been
able
to.
You
should’ve
seen
it
the
first
time.
Bingo
threw
it
and
click!
Over
the
fence.”
Aaron
said,
“No,
tell
it
right,
Vanessa.
The
funny
part
was
the
look
on
Bingo’s
face.
It
was
like
he
couldn’t
believe
somebody
hit
his knockout pitch. It jacked up his mind. They ran through the
batting order, and Manhead did it again. Pop, over the left field
fence. And he had this stupid trot that looked like he was dragging
that
big
ole
head
around
the
bases
taunting
Bingo.”
Russell
asked,
“So
how
many
times
did
he
get
a
hit
off
you?”
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I
didn’t
answer;
Tat
did.
He
said,
“Every
time.”
Aaron
joked,
“Oh,
yeah,
Manhead
claimed
Bingo
on
his
taxes
as
a
dependent.”
They
were
just
having
a
good
ole
time
at
my
expense.
“Who’s
hungry?”
I
finally asked.
Aaron
said,
“Don’t
try
to
change
the
subject.
Finish
the
story.”
Vanessa
asked,
“Florence,
do
you
remember
that
time
when
we
were out at the flea market and Bingo got into a fight with that
little
dude?
That
was
Manhead.”
Florence added her little two cents into the Bingo roast and
said,
“But
that
little
boy
looked
like
he
was
thirteen.”
I
said,
“Yeah,
he
had
a
man-size head and a big mouth, so I shut
him
up.”
Auntie
Fay
asked,
“Patrick,
were
you
out
in
public
acting like a
wild
heathen?”
Florence
and
Vanessa
both
affirmed,
“Yes!
A
wild
heathen!”
Boy, I wanted to sock them both. Fortunately, everybody
laughed
and
thought
it
was
a
big
joke.
I
didn’t
know
what
else
to
say
but,
“One
o’
these
days,
y’all.” They paid me no mind.
I was glad that the atmosphere was festive even if I was the butt
of
their
jokes,
but
the
mood
changed
when
I
saw
Anthony’s
face.
He
had put on his game face, and I knew it was time for me to put
away the toys and put my game face
on,
too.
I
asked
Tat,
“Hey,
dawg.
Come
take
over
the
grill
for
me.”
He
acted
surprised
and
honored
beyond
belief
and
asked,
“Me?
You
mean
you
want
me
to
take
over
the
grill?
Mr.
‘I’m
in
Charge’?”
“Yeah,
man,
here.
Everybody
talks
about
me
not being able to
delegate.
Well,
here
it’s
all
yours.”
“Don’t
get
all
mad
and
run
off,”
he
joked.
“I’m
not
mad.
It’s
almost
game
time,”
I
said
to
him.
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We had lost track of time talking and tailgating, but now it was
game
time.
Anthony
and
Alvarez
weren’t
enemies,
but
they
definitely had a rivalry going on that they both took very seriously.
So many people thought it would be such a good idea if they were
on the same team, but I always felt it was a good idea not to run
away from competition under the premise of being on a good team.
Michael Jordan helped his team get better instead of going to an
established team and joining their party. Plus, Anthony’s
buddies
played
on
the
Panthers,
and
I
don’t
believe
in
deserting
your
friends for seemingly greener pastures. I liked the way Anthony
took charge of the team. They all started warming up and
stretching and it seemed like the team followed his lead. I walked
around and tried to pep the team and motivate them to really get
hyped. I walked around clapping and rubbing shoulders to
jumpstart a level of morale that I thought should compel their
natural physical talent enough to help them win. Coach waved for
them to bring it in, and the game was about to start. My heart
fluttered more than it usually did.
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Chapter 29
I
had
heard
the
umpire
say
‘Play
Ball!’
millions
of
times
before.
I
was so excited about seeing Anthony play, but the real comment
that caught my attention and made me think almost to the point of
ignoring the game was when Russell talked about needing to be
around and surround myself with people who appreciated change.
I listened as he and Michael talked about how they had both been
forced to excommunicate people—even
relatives
who
didn’t
appreciate change or support their development—from their lives.
Other conversations were going on. Michael described his ex-wife
as a butterfly with only one wing. I was paying attention, but then
all of the ladies and the fellas began to pay attention to that. He
talked about how supportive she wanted to be for all of his
endeavors but that when he wanted to help her accomplish her
goals, he found out that she was beautiful to look at from far away,
and she wanted to make sure people always looked at her and
stayed mesmerized so they never asked to see her fly. I knew
Vanessa
thought
it,
but
Florence
asked,
“Well
if
she
was
or
is
so
pretty,
why
didn’t
she
just
try
to
model?”
Michael
answered,
“She
did…”
Jackie
interrupted
him
by
saying,
“Yeah,
I
can
say
it
before
he
does.
Modeling
takes
work.
People
think
it’s
just
going
to
have
your
picture
taken
like
it’s
elementary
school
picture
day,
but
it’s
not.”
Bev
even
added,
“Yeah,
far
from
it.”
Russell
said,
“I
know
how
you
feel.
Everybody
expected
Shirley
to hand over money when they heard she and I married and I
owned this business. She had to grow into knowing what it took
for my grandfather to establish the place, and as she did, so many
people acted like she had got all brand new. The Shirley they knew
was somebody they could make feel guilty, and she would run out
and do whatever they needed or asked for to help them feel better.
They were never concerned about what kind of effects her actions
would have on her home life or even her professional life. All they
cared about was what they wanted. Nobody is interested in you
changing when that will mean that you are not accessible to them.
And even on the flip side, if you are a person who has done
something
that
somebody
can
use
as
a
crutch,
they
don’t
want
to
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see you any different. They need you to be the bad guy. It might not
be a condemnation or a rejection of you, but just a rejection of the
circumstance they feel like they are in. people do what they feel
works or is functional for the moment, sometimes at the detriment
to
the
future.”
I wondered if Russell was being diplomatic and lightly
insinuating something about my relationship, or the lack thereof,
with Ms. Miller. She must have caught the comment too, because
she looked at me and when we made eye contact, she quickly
looked away. Auntie Fay and Mama saw it, too. Sheila rubbed my
jittering leg, so I knew she also saw it.
Russell
continued,
“Do
you
know
what’s
funny,
funny like ironic
more so than funny humorous? We all know Eric from different
places or situations, and we feel different about those things.
Here’s
his
father,
and
out
there
is
his
son.
Some
of
us
are
just
meeting one another, and some of you all have known or know of
each other for a long time. I think I have a very unique perspective.
I’m
a
man
who
never
had
my
own
children.
I
see
you,
Michael,
who
may
think
that
what
you
either
did
or
didn’t
do
things
right
as
far
as raising your children. And I can tell you
that
it’s
on
your
skin,
brother. Your desire to feel accomplished in the relationships with
Eric is wearing like a jacket. And I know Eric. Tyrone and Aaron
introduced me to Bingo, and Ms. Dorothy has introduced me to
Patrick. We are all several different people in different situations,
and sometimes the hardest thing in the world to accept is
accepting someone for who they are, who they are not, or who they
might want to be, even and especially when that change seems
unpleasant
to
what
we
want.”
Anthony
broke
everybody’s
concentration
and
focus
on
what
Russell
was
saying
as
he
yelled,
“Mom,
did
you
bring
the
candy?”
Brandy was down at the dugout fence apologizing for not
remembering to bring candy. Anthony was a little disrespectful to
her because he totally ignored everything she had to say after that
and
wanted
to
address
Vanessa.
Nessa’s
eyes
welled
up
with
tears
as
Anthony
asked,
“You
forgot
me,
Mom?
This
is
the
day.
How
can
you
forget
me,
Mom,
ME?”
He
slammed
his
bat
on
the
dirt;
Mama
and Ms. Miller stood up at the same time.
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Michael
did
something
that
I
think
was
a
very
loving
and
‘fatherly’
thing
to
do.
He
pulled
me
by
the
shoulder
and
said,
“Come
on.
This
is
a
development
issue.
If
I
wasn’t
around
to
see
them
and
be
involved
for
you,
I’ll be here for him and you. You have to stop him.
I can do it, but this is something that must come from you, to be
truly
effective.
Be
stern,
Eric.”
Everybody looked at me. I guess I really did have a reputation
for being a wimp of a disciplinarian where Anthony was
concerned. I had threatened to spank him or make him quit the
team, but he acted up liked that in my presence because he knew I
wouldn’t
really
do
anything
about
it.
He
knew
that
as
long
as
I
was
around, I would not let Vanessa jump on him, either. I knew it was
burning Mama and especially Auntie Fay to see him acting up even
that little bit. I was very embarrassed, but I guess that was what I
needed. I walked down to the fence, and I was nervous as hell. It
was my own son at the fence, and I felt like I was going to war and
facing
mortal
combatants.
I
said,
“Anthony,
stop
acting
like
the
world
is
lost.
It’s
candy.
Just
candy.
Your
talent
is
not
a
matter
of
candy. You can bat without candy, and when the game is over, we
are going to really talk
about
your
attitude.”
He
looked
at
me
like
he
was
really
disgusted
and
hadn’t
heard
much or any of what I had said. He was on deck with a growled up
face and swinging his bat like he was chopping hay down with a
sickle. I had never spanked him before, but right then I wanted to.
Then I thought about it. I secretly felt ashamed of wanting to spank
my own son because in reality, I felt embarrassed more than I felt
like he was acting up. I knew why the candy was so important to
him, and I really felt wrong for not thinking to remember candy,
even
if
nobody
else
did.
Anthony
is
my
son
as
well
as
Vanessa’s,
and
if
she
doesn’t
do
something
for
him,
that
still
doesn’t
exempt
me from my responsibility. The same goes for her. I got my ass up,
went to the truck, and got ready to drive to the closest store to get
him the candy. When I got to the truck, I saw the grill and
everything still in the trailer hitch and all the stuff out there and
attached.
I
ran
back
to
the
game
and
yelled
to
Sheila,
“Baby,
give
me your
keys!”
“What’s
wrong?”
she
asked.
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“Sheila,
just
give
me
the
keys,
baby.”
Aaron and Tyrone looked like they thought something was
wrong.
They
got
up
and
asked,
“What’s
up,
Bingo?
Somebody
trippin’?”
I
didn’t
answer.
I
just
turned around and ran to the car. They
jumped down from the stands and followed quickly. By the time I
got the doors unlocked, they were at the car, too. They opened the
doors and got in. when we were all driving away, Aaron asked,
“What’s
up,
Bingo?
Why
you
runnin’
off?”
“I’m
not.
He
needs
candy.”
Tyrone
asked,
“What’s
up
with
candy?
They
have
candy
at
the
concession
stand.”
“Not
the
Jolly
Rancher
penny
candies.”
Aaron was sitting in the passenger seat. He took a deep breath
and held his hand over his mouth like he was physically trying to
restrain
himself
from
saying
something.
He
obviously
couldn’t
hold
off
because
he
said,
“Who
put
that
weight
on
that
little
boy?”
I
didn’t
answer.
Aaron
said,
“This
shit
ain’t
funny.
I
know
what he wants the
candy
for.
Tat,
you
didn’t
go
to
Bingo’s
game
against
Polk
back
in
the eleventh grade. Anthony wants to do stuff like Bingo did it; I
see it all so clear now. He thinks it will make his mother and
father’s
families
stop
fighting
with
each other and themselves. You
are
so
wrong
for
that,
Bingo.
I
can
tell
you
because…”
I
defended,
“I
didn’t
put
that
on
him.
He’s
been
listening
to
Nessa’s
dreamy
tales.”
“But
did
you
stop
him?
Shit,
obviously
not,
because
there
he
is
acting like he lost his gotdamned mind over a piece of candy, in
front
of
everybody
he
cares
about.
Drive
faster,
gotdammit!”
I
didn’t
say
anything;
I
just
drove.
They
were
sick…I
was sick.
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Aaron
asked
calmly,
“Bingo,
I
might
not
be
the
one
to
criticize,
but
don’t
you
think
it’s
time
to
clean
this
bullshit
up?
I
mean,
not
just
for
you,
but
for
us,
too?”
Tyrone
asked,
“What
cha
planning,
dawg?”
I looked in the rear view mirror and over at Aaron and said,
“We’ll
never
do
anything
good
with
that
money
if
we
try
to
hold
on
to
it
for
ourselves.”
I pulled up at a little convenience store, and we all went in. I
asked
the
lady,
“Do
you
have
the
little
Jolly
Rancher
penny
candies?”
She
pointed
to
the
floor
and
said,
“Down
on
the
bottom.”
Tat skipped over to the candy and grabbed the baskets from the
display
shelves.
He
began
walking
away
and
the
lady
yelled,
“Hey,
stop,
thief!”
I
asked
her,
“How
much do you want for the candy and the
baskets?”
She
had
a
stupid
look
on
her
face,
like
I
was
joking.
I
asked,
“How
much,
lady?
We’re
in
a
hurry!”
Aaron pulled a couple of hundreds out, slammed then down on
the counter, grabbed me by the shoulder, and said,
“Come
on,
don’t
sit
there
wasting
time!”
We
got
back
into
the
car
and
I
drove
like
a
car jacker. When we got back to the game, the Panthers were down
10-2
in
the
fifth
inning.
I
couldn’t
believe
we
had
been
gone
that
long.
“What
did
I
miss?”
I asked Sheila.
She
sighed
deeply
and
said,
“Anthony
is
having
a
bad
game.
They strung him for a couple of home runs, and it looks like the
rest
of
the
team
is
losing
faith
in
him.”
Tyrone and Aaron brought the candy. It was all mixed up, and
there
weren’t
very
many
lemon
pieces.
There
was
the
more
popular flavors—green apple, grape, watermelon, and orange.
Vanessa was down at the fence with Florence and Jackie, trying to
cheer him on. I looked back and saw the looks on Auntie Fay and
Mama’s
faces when they saw A and Tat with the racks. I said,
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“Mama,
would
y’all
search
through
there
and
find
the
lemon
candies
for
him?
He
won’t
eat
anything
but
the
lemon.”
Auntie
Fay
said,
“Honey,
please.
I
don’t
reward
bad
behavior
from insolent children. That
boy
is
getting
his
tail
beat
later.”
I
pleaded,
“No,
Auntie
Fay.
This
is
important.
Please
find
the
lemon
candies
for
me,
please?”
She
rolled
her
eyes
and
snatched
one of the baskets from Tat. Mama and Ms. Miller each reached for
one.
I jumped
down
to
go
ask
Vanessa,
“What’s
going
on?”
She
looked
worried.
She
said,
“Alvarez
is
all
over
Anthony’s
ass…”
Anthony
looked
lethargic
as
he
wound
up.
He
didn’t
even
respond to the pitch signal from the catcher. He just threw the ball
and pop! The boy from the Scorpions hit it halfway to Dallas. The
crowd screamed. Anthony hung his head as the runner on base and
the batter both scored. The score was 12-2 and there were no outs.
I
looked
over
at
Anthony’s
coach.
He
was
waving.
Vanessa
and
Jackie pulled
me
over
to
where
the
coach
was
and
said,
“He
was
looking
for
you.”
When I got face to face with the coach through the fence, he
said,
“He’s
struggling.
He
thought
you
got
upset
and
left.”
God, that hurt. I gritted my teeth. The muscles in my neck and
throat were straining as I fought to keep the tears and the big frog
in my throat down. I looked at Jackie and asked her to go to Mama
and
get
a
piece
of
the
candy.
Nessa
looked
me
and
didn’t
speak
initially.
Then
she
said,
“Thank
you,
Eric.”
“You
don’t
have
to
thank
me,
Nessa.”
“No,
I
do.
For
everything.
I
mean
it.
For
Anthony.
For
the
good
times and the bad. For growing up with me and even not growing
up
with
me.”
Tears
rolled
down
her
face
as
Jackie
came
back
with
the candy. I handed
it
to
the
coach
and
he
looked
at
me
like,
‘what
am
I
supposed
to
do
with
this?’
I
told
him,
“Tell
him
I’m
over
here
and
I’m
going
to
sit
in
the
stands
and
be
where
he
can
see
me
until
they
come
in.
Then
I’ll
be
back
here.”
The
coach
said,
“They won’t
let
me
go
out
and
give
this
to
him.”
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Jackie
said,
“If
you
want
to
win,
you’ll
find
a
way.
Winners
find
ways
to
do
things.”
The coach looked scared, but he called time to go out and speak
to Anthony. He played it off pretty well by handing the candy to
Anthony
on
the
sly.
I
saw
Anthony
look
around
the
coach’s
shoulder to see if I was there. I stood there with my fingers laced in
the fencing and my face as close as it could be. He saw me. Vanessa
and Jackie went back to their seats and helped look for lemon
candies in the baskets. Anthony had the candy in his mouth, but he
still
didn’t
look
too
good.
He
looked
at
me
and
looked
at
the
scoreboard, and I knew he felt bad about not being able to deliver
on the no-hitter. In my mind, I whispered, You can still win,
Anthony. I
pointed
to
my
tattoo.
He
looked
surprised
like
he
didn’t
know what I was trying to say. He threw the ball, and it was wide
right.
The
umpire
screamed,
“Ball!”
I pointed again and made a slight throwing motion to signal,
‘use
the
special.’
He
smiled,
so
I
knew
he
got
the
message.
I
could
tell by the change in his posture. I was getting excited and
aggressively
determined
to
make
sure
that
my
son
didn’t
walk
away from that or any other experience emotionally or spiritually
scarred if I could help it. He threw the special almost perfect and
caught
the
boy
slipping.
The
umpire
yelled,
“Steeeee-rike!”
The Panthers fans cheered. Vanessa came back down from the
stands
and
was
screaming
and
cheering,
“My
baby!
You’re
alright,
baby!
Come
on.
We’re
all
here
for
ya’.
Let’s
go,
Lil’
Bingo,
let’s
go!”
That’s
what
he
needed
to
hear.
I
learned
that
day
that
all
children need to be encouraged and supported. In that aspect, my
son was no different than me as a boy or any other child. He
needed both parents, family, extended family, community, and
friends to assist in his development. I as a man had failed to
cooperate with people to provide all of those things for him for so
long, but after that, I knew that I had to do it. I had to get along
with everybody, no matter how much it hurt. Anthony needed it,
and Brian and Makayla would need it as well as all the children in
our environment. I gave Anthony the signal for a high fast ball to
set up the special again. He nodded. He was feeling better; I was
feeling better.
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Somebody grabbed my arm and it surprised me. I turned to see
my mother there handing me a piece of the candy with a big smile
on her face and tears in her eyes. I held my hand out, and she put
the candy in it and hugged me real big and tight. Damn, I needed
that. When I was hugging Mama, I looked up to see that Sheila was
looking at me with her hands in praying fashion up to her lips,
smiling. I knew that she had explained it all to Mama and sent her
with the candy. Just before I let Mama go, I saw Sheila blow me
kisses with both hands. I smiled back at her through my tears. I put
the candy in my mouth and rolled my sleeves up like I used to in
high school and turned my hat backwards. When I turned back
around to face Anthony, I saw that he had watched it all. He looked
like a new kid. The crowd was watching, and they lost their minds.
I gave Anthony the signal for fast ball, low, straight down. He saw
me. He wound up and cut it loose. Pow! Like he shot the ball out of
a
missile
loader,
it
came
and
snapped
into
Terrance’s
glove.
Dust
flew from the glove. Terrance stood up, pulled his hand out, and
wagged the ball in the air. Anthony was throwing heat. It was two
strikes and one ball. Terrance got back down and looked back at
me. He obviously figured out that I was calling the signals. Shit, the
umpire saw me, too. He looked back, and I knew I needed to stop
before they got disqualified. Terrance gave Anthony the high curve
signal and Anthony threw it. The boy went down swinging. The
umpire
yelled,
“Steeeee-rike
three!”
I wanted to help him. It was so hard not to be up there coaching,
encouraging, helping my son, but I had to let him win it on his own.
I had to remain confident that I had prepared him to compete, and
if
I
hadn’t,
then
I
would
just
have
to
do
what
a
responsible
parent
would do and help him recover and try again after this game was
over.
Baseball
isn’t
the
end
of
the
world,
but
maybe
a
lot
of
parents
would benefit from watching children play sports and practice
their skills and responsibilities to pick children, even grown
children, up and help them get back on their feet when needed. It
doesn’t
mean
that
they
have
to
cheat,
cripple,
or
carry
the
child.
I
couldn’t
stand
there
at
the
fence
and
call
the
whole
game,
but
the
candy, the support, and energy, and everything I could do, was
done.
Anthony took the next two guys out, 1-2-3, outta there. The
Panthers ran into the dugout; Anthony immediately came to the
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fence.
I
didn’t
really
know
what
to
say.
Vanessa
came
to
the
fence
with
me.
He
asked,
“What
happened,
Daddy?
Where
did
you
go?”
“I
went
to
get
the
candy.”
I
wanted
him
to
know
that
I
wasn’t
going
to do him like people had done me. When it was clearly known that
I
was
in
need,
I
didn’t
turn
a
blind
eye
and
act
liked
things
would
work
out.
Things
don’t
work
out
by
themselves. Things, no matter
if
it’s
everything
or
anything
or
sometimes
nothing,
works
out
until
we do whatever it takes to work them out. When life is left to
chance, the only result will be disappointment. Even when people
are confident in their abilities and extraneous forces influence the
outcome of their endeavors, there can and will be something to do
that will ensure success. The question is if a person is in trouble, do
the people who love him respond? If he calls out for help, will his
friends come to his aid in times of need? How many of us watch
ourselves and others drown in figurative ways while we stand on
the shores and justify it by claiming there is nothing we can do?
How
sad
are
we
when
things
that
we
don’t
expect
to
happen,
do
happen and then we find out that we could have done or not done
something
to
prevent
it?
Well,
I
wasn’t
leaving
my
son
out
there
for
anything, life and death included.
Anthony looked at Vanessa and apologized. She told him to put
his lips through the fence and kissed him.
I
told
him,
“You
got
a
long
way
to
come
back,
but
you
can
do
it.”
He
started
pulling
his
jersey
out
of
his
pants
and
I
asked,
“What
are
you
doing?”
He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled up his t-shirt to show us that
he had drawn a scar on his stomach that looked just like mine. He
looked at Vanessa and then at me and said in such a determined
way,
“I
want
to
be
like
you,
Daddy.”
I
broke
into
tears
and
told
him,
“No,
you’re
better
than
me,
Anthony. No matter what happens here today, I’m
proud
of
you.
I
love you. You can make me happy by just being a little boy and
having
fun
growing
up.
Son,
I’ll
take
care
of
all
the
grown
up
stuff,
okay?”
I
whispered
through
my
tears,
“I’m
sorry
for
allowing
all
of
that
to
fall
on
your
shoulders.”
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The coach started calling for Anthony to tell him to get ready to
bat. Damien and Josh had got on base. Anthony hurried to put his
shirt and jersey back and get his batting helmet. He was on deck
and Terrance was at bat. Alvarez caught Terrance slipping and
struck him out. He smiled at Anthony like he was taunting him.
Anthony looked back at me. I wiped my tears away with the back
of my hand and pointed to my temple to tell Anthony to think. He
dug in. Damien was at second and trying to get his lead-off to steal
third. Alvarez faked the pitch and threw to second. Damien barely
got back and tagged with his hand. Alvarez looked very confident.
Anthony dug in again. Josh and Damien both looked at Anthony
and they could see that he was ready for Alvarez this time. They
didn’t
take
their
lead
offs.
Anthony
waved
and
circled
his
bat
behind his head; Alvarez threw heat. It was a challenge to
Anthony’s
manhood.
No
curve.
No
drop.
No
tricks.
And
Anthony
didn’t
waste
any
time
letting
him
know
not
to
try
him
like
that.
Slam! Anthony knocked the cover off the ball and it flew
somewhere way over the high right field fence. Damien and Josh
watched and jumped as they rounded the bases. Anthony stood
there for a second and looked Alvarez in the eyes before he jogged
around the bases. The crowd was losing their minds. He came back
to the dugout where everybody patted his head and his back. He
didn’t
celebrate;
he
knew
the
game
wasn’t
over.
I
was
happy
as
hell
and
my
tears
dried
to
my
face.
The
only
person
who
wasn’t
cheerful in our little section was Brian. I think all the noise scared
him, but he calmed down when Mama held him. She put him over
her shoulder and walked with him. I saw her as she kept kissing
him and talking to him until he calmed down and fell asleep.
As I watched Anthony sit on the bench and wait as Corey stood
at bat, I looked up into the air. I remembered to thank God for all of
the good times and the bad times in my life. I wondered if I could
get Aaron and Tyrone to put all the money together and see if we
could get a community center built for the kids. Maybe we could
provide vocational programs and other facilities for the single
mothers and other things like that. Maybe I could get the brothers
at the meetings involved, too. On a personal note, I might even be
able to get into heaven one day. Maybe earn and appreciate the
soul I tried to give away. For whomever I had progressed to be at
that point, I was better. I had grown. I knew who cared about me.
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My few friends had remained by my side. I had the beginnings of
loving relationships, and through the ups and downs, I was living.
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I have heard that fixation on the past is the most significant
obstacle to contentment in the present. I thought that was such a
profound statement the first time I heard it and had waited for the
perfect opportunity to use it either in my own development, but
secretly to sound prophetic when speaking to somebody else. I
guess
I
hadn’t
been
on
my
toes,
but
I
was
caught
by
the
same
effect
when
Vanessa’s
slick
ass
said, “I
don’t
want
to
beat
a
dead
horse,
but I guess we need to shoot all of these lame ones running
around.”
Uhhhh!
She
makes
me
so
sick.
No,
seriously,
I
love
her.
The day ended pretty well when all things were considered.
Anthony pitched well and struck out many
of
the
Scorpions’
batters, including Alvarez. He and his team caught up and in the
bottom of the ninth inning, they were down 14-13. Corey was up to
bat with two outs and the pressure was on to win with a home run,
strike out and lose, or get a base hit and let Anthony bat. He was a
good hitter and he looked very confident. Mama and everybody
kept talking and asking me questions. I wanted them all to shut up.
We were all so excited. Corey swung at the first pitched and fouled
it off for a strike, but he was still relaxed. In my mind, I was trying
to pray him up a base hit. I thought Alvarez wanted to strike him
out and end it, but when I really concentrated on his face, I knew
he
didn’t
want
Corey
out;
he
wanted
Anthony
out.
The
next
pitch
proved my suspicion—it was a high ball. Alvarez never threw high
balls to the outside. He threw another pitch like that. Corey swung
at
it
but
missed.
Strike
two.
Alvarez
looked
at
him
like,
‘Why
did
you
swing
at
that?’
The
next
pitch
was
thrown
in
the
front
dirt,
hard and heavy, on purpose. The ball bounced high off the
catcher’s
glove
and
into
the
air.
He
lost
sight
of
it
and
Corey
swung
like he was Tiger Woods. It was strike three but the Panthers coach
yelled,
“Run,
Corey,
run!”
Corey
remembered
that
he
could
still run
to the base if the last pitch was a strike, but the catcher had to
maintain control of it after he swung. He took off like a jack rabbit.
Anthony hopped up, grabbed his bat, and started swinging
again.
He
ran
back
to
the
fence
and
shouted,
“Mom, I
need
candy.”
She
didn’t
have
any
more
lemon
pieces
and
I
knew
he
would
fall
apart.
Nessa
said,
“Florence,
give
me
the
last
piece.”
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Florence looked like the cat with the canary feathers in her
mouth
as
she
opened
her
mouth
and
said,
“I
didn’t think he was
going
to
bat.
I
just
ate
it.”
I
knew
Anthony
wouldn’t
want
the
candy
out
of
her
mouth.
He
saw it. He looked up and tears burst from his eyes. He slammed the
bat
down
on
the
ground
and
screamed,
“Gotdammit,
Aunt
Florence!”
Mama and Auntie Fay, Maritsa, and Ms. Miller all had fits.
Vanessa was embarrassed and so was I. I stood to go chastise him,
but before I could get to the fence, Phillip pushed his chair up to
the
fence
and
yelled,
“Anthony!
Go
bat
and
stop
acting
like
a
baby.
It’s a baseball game, and it will not determine the rest of your life
or
our
lives.”
Vanessa
and
I
looked
at
each
other.
Hearing
that
made
me
feel
funny
and
I’m
sure
it
made
her
feel
funny
as
well.
We
were all silent for about a second that seemed like ten minutes.
The
umpire
yelled,
“Batter
up!”
Phillip
said,
“Go
on!
You
got
us
all
out
here!”
Anthony looked up at us and turned away with a determined
look
on
his
face.
He
trotted
to
the
batter’s
box
and
the
crowd
got
up. Vanessa really lost her mind screaming,
“Alright,
Lil’
Bingo,
be
good
to
Mama,
Baby.
You
can
do
it!”
Florence
and
Jackie
and
everybody else was yelling and cheering. Mama held Brian tight in
one
arm
and
Makayla’s
hand
in
the
other
as
she
clinched
her
eyes
tight to pray. I would have given my left hand to know what she
was saying to God. I was about to fall to pieces from anxiety.
Anthony dug in. Alvarez scowled. This was exactly how both of
them wanted it to be. Corey led off of first. Alvarez got his signal. It
was his fast ball signal. I had seen it, and I wondered if Anthony
had
been
paying
attention,
but
I
couldn’t
see
his
face
so
I
didn’t
know. Corey kept scooting inch by inch to try to get the jump on
the base. Alvarez wound up and pyune, Corey took off. Alvarez
couldn’t
catch his pitch fast enough and I think he and Anthony
were a little thrown off by Corey running. Anthony swung at the
dead duck that Alvarez threw and it fouled off. Corey slid head-first
into second. When he got up, his chest was all red from the dirt. He
was spitting the dust out of his mouth, but he was smiling back at
Anthony. He was in scoring position, and it took some of the
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pressure off Anthony to go out and try to hit a home run. The count
was 0-1. Alvarez was upset. He looked back at Corey.
I was
sure
Alvarez’s
family
was
praying
for
him
and
so
many
other people were trying to gain all the spiritual advantage they
could get for their team, but I prayed silently. I asked God to please
be merciful and benevolent with my son and allow him the
strength
and
confidence
to
get
a
base
hit
so
even
if
he
couldn’t
win
it,
he
didn’t
fall
into
the
dumps.
I
knew
that
somebody
had
to
lose.
I
was
sure
that
other
players’
people
would
pray
for
something
similar for their children. Nobody wants to see their child in pain.
Oddly
enough,
I
didn’t
compare
Anthony’s
present
to
my
past,
and
I
didn’t
feel
so
emotionally
injured
or
scarred
anymore;
I
felt
fully
recovered. I would have given anything for him to know that at
that minute. For whatever his dreams could have been for doing
anything to help me be better, he had accomplished it whether he
hit, struck out, or did nothing at all. I was in the spiritual zone of
my
own
emotions
when
I
heard,
‘click.’
I
looked
for
the
ball
but
couldn’t
see
where
it
went.
The
sun
glared and blinded me. Birds
flew across the sky. Everybody cheered. Anthony turned around to
see me. Something came over me, and it was the best feeling ever. I
had my soul back or maybe it just took me all my life to know how
to find it and know how valuable it was to me. Either way, I could
finally be a man because for once, I understood what it took to be
true to myself and be a person first. After Anthony looked at me, I
looked at my mother. Anthony saw it and we all watched the ball
fall over the far center field fence.
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