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How Racism and Prejudice Still Saved Me $500.
Written by Andrew Brock for Goombay Tally Blog | www.goombaytally.com | Also Visit “Goombay Tally Blog” on Facebook | Racism in America
Let me be clear from the very beginning: There are absolutely no “winners” when referencing racism, bigotry, sexism, or prejudice in this country. More directly, there is no financial, moral, social, or intellectual advantage to be gained by anyone in the mist of a racist incident. The victim is belittled, marginalized, and demoralized when he or she is denigrated during an exchange. Conversely, the offender reveals their “true soul” and moral–even intellectual weaknesses during the engagement. For all the world to see.
O.K., yes…if a person’s civil rights are illegally infringed upon and the matter advances its way into the judicial arena, there indeed may be some form of financial compensation for the victim. But from a universal perspective…there is no “win”… just a person with a healthier bank account due to human ignorance. The court decision ultimately doesn’t compel the racist to love his fellow man…if anything, he or she is probably more of a racist after the legal ruling.
Again, the universe loses.
Yes, even in a nation that elected and re-elected a black President, we all know that racism is not only alive and well in America, but may indeed be gathering steady momentum.
Over the years, numerous journalists, social science specialists, and psychologists have successfully demonstrated the prevalence of racism and prejudice (specifically) in the marketplace and in the retail world as they designed social experiments that involved a black student who was initially prepped by the research teams and then sent into a clothing store as a fake shopper to pretend she is looking for an article of clothing. Subsequently, in many of these studies, you would see one, some, or all of the following reactions from the retail store employees:
- The fake (black) shopper was completely ignored by the store employees while shopping for clothes until they eventually left.
- The shopper was actually followed around the store by the employees as if they were suspected of stealing merchandise.
- Employees were noticeably curt with the shopper when they had a question about the price, size, or color of an article of clothing.
- If a purchase was made and the shopper paid with a check or credit card…cashiers frequently demanded to see some form identification. Mind you, in a world of identity theft and cyber crimes, not a bad thing right? But I think you know what’s going on right?
As you anticipated, the next step in the social experiment was to send in the fake white shopper to the same clothing store to see if there was a notable difference in how they treated her compared to the black shopper who strategically exited the store minutes earlier. Repeating the scenario in numerous shops, in most cases, the white shoppers had a completely different experience than their black counterparts. For example, the employees were generally more attentive to the white shoppers. They often displayed a more outgoing or upbeat demeanor when engaging the white shopper and were demonstrably more talkative and social with the white shoppers than with the black shoppers.
And yes…as you guessed, the white shoppers were scrutinized far less than the black employees were at the point of sale when they presented either a check or credit card. Yep, I know. Not earth shattering news here. Many of us have experienced the same thing, multiple times over.
So back to the article tagline…how did “racism” still save me $500? I’ll explain.
Like roughly 390,000 other black men in the United States today, I am married to a white spouse. Now during that time, interracial couples were definitely a semi-rare site in the state where we lived, however, we never really had any negative experiences to that point either. Many years ago, we noticed that our well-worn and abused television was on its last leg, so we decided to spend a little extra cash and purchase our first big screen television as a couple. Besides, our current television was a surviving artifact from my single years and honestly, I think she just wanted it out of the house.
We both decided on a certain electronics and appliances store that we wanted to target for our purchase, but because our work schedules were staggered, we were unable to meet up at the same time to make a collective decision on which television we both desired. So the new strategy was basically to “divide and conquer.” So both of us would visit the store independently and on the same day and compare notes (and prices) later at home. Through casual conversation, we both knew what each other was looking for in a big screen so the plan was set. I would visit the store first to take a look at which one I liked, and prioritized them based on features and affordability. My wife would stop by the store roughly three hours later and duplicate the process. Hey, wait a minute…does that scenario sound familiar?
After leaving work on our dedicated shopping day, I remember walking through the front door of the electronics store and immediately heading toward the television section to begin my research. Being a huge NFL fan, I’d been waiting a long time to purchase a decent television to watch the games…more specifically, my Dallas Cowboys. After looking at three televisions that had some potential, I began to realize a few things: not one salesperson in the store (and there were many) ever asked me if I had any questions or if they could assist me in any way. In fact, two of the employees never even looked up from their computers or reading material as I walked past them to get to the televisions.
Maybe they were all busy or tied up in administrative work today right? That possibility was soon shattered as I saw in my peripheral that a white customer walked to an adjacent big screen television and I observed one of the employees literally hop up and walk past me to ask the other customer if he had any questions.
Not one salesperson in the store (and there were many) ever asked me if I had any questions or if they could assist me in any way. In fact, two of the employees never even looked up from their computers or reading material as I walked past them to get to the televisions.
Not really wanting to make a big deal out the blatant snub, I looked at a few more televisions, took a few more comparative notes and finally asked one of the employees, who immediately looked like I was bothering him if my favorite big screen television was still on sale. He coldly answered no and that the sale ended yesterday…something about forgetting to remove the tag. End of conversation. I stuffed my notes into my back pocket and walked out.
Three hours later, my wife’s experience was patently different than mine.
When I finally met up with my wife at home following her visit to the electronics store, I asked her sarcastically, “How did it go?” With an excited and chipper voice she showed me her top television choice–ironically, and surprisingly, her number one big screen television pick was the exact same as mine. Over time, I’ve come to realized that married couples rarely agree on the same furniture style or electronics selections. This time we did.
“But wait…there’s more,” my wife said, sounding a little like an overly-excited infomercial spokeswomen. “If we purchased the television today, the manager said he would take $500 off the purchasing price and deliver it to us for free!” she continued. Now up to that point, I decided not to tell my wife about my experience at the electronics store–but now I was furious. Well, not too furious…we were getting a great deal mind you.
“Are you kidding me,” I said. “I walk in the store earlier and could barely get anyone’s attention; and you were able to get a deal, plus free shipping just for giggles?” I continued.
“Well, yeah…” my wife said looking sheepishly down at her notes now. “In fact, once I walked in the door, the manager greeted me and asked why I was in the store today…he was really nice,” my wife further explained. I continued to explain to my wife my experience there and she quickly realized what just happened. I could see that my wife was initially having a hard time understanding why I wouldn’t be treated the same as she would; but again, I guess that’s one of the reasons why I married her…she truly didn’t care about skin color or racial differences. But unfortunately in modern America, there are still those who not only see the differences, but despise them.
My wife further explained that knowing the television specifications, dimensions, and features that I was looking for in our purchase, she already sealed the deal with the manager and purchased the television at the store so we could take advantage of the reduced rate…in fact, they would be delivering it that night.
So at the end of the day, I felt ecstatic that I finally got the big screen television that I really wanted, and at a phenomenal price to boot; but I was also burning up inside.
Yep, I get it. Some may say that salesmen naturally give pretty, young, white women (or just women in general) more attention than men; regardless of race…but I knew in my heart of hearts that it was more than that. It was the “recognizable” age old racial invisibility and social animus that I’ve seen many times before. Once you experience it once, you can identify it forever.
So that’s the story of how racism still saved me $500 on our first big screen television. Am I still bitter? Yes, being treated like a second-class citizen always stings. Believe me, I appreciate the struggles of those who came before me even more so. But to put this all in perspective: America has come a”mighty long way” in terms of race relations, however, there will always be racism on this beautiful blue planet. Unfortunately, it is a resilient virus that will never fully be eradicated. You pray that its prevalence becomes marginalized over time but it will always be there in some form or fashion as societies continue to weave, melt, and clash.
Personally, I see racism and bigotry as a “karmic boomerang.” Once you launch it into the universe at another human being, it will come back to you eventually with a demand for recompense. Sometimes that restitution will be financial, sometimes it will be in the form of public reprimand and rebuke, but undoubtedly…and at a minimum, it will always require a small portion of your soul as payment.
Finally, instead of harboring ill feelings toward the electronics shop, I decided it would be a wonderful idea to write the store and manager a heartfelt thank you card for such a great deal on the flat screen television. Oh by the way, just to be cute, my wife included a picture of me and her standing in front of our new big screen television…cheesy smiles included.
Written by Andrew Brock for Goombay Tally Blog
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The Tired Zombie Mom Chronicles: “Mt. Cocoa Puffs in Philly”
Date: 9 March 2017
Time: 6:45 A.M.
Location: Philadelphia, PA
Crime: Emotional and Psychological Assault
So my three-year-old lumbered himself downstairs a few minutes before I did this morning. Not typically a big deal on most days. However, today — instead of grabbing the remote control so he can tune into the lasted episode of Sesame Street or PAW Patrol, or The Wiggles (sorry, I just threw up in my mouth a little); he must have taken advantage of the few minutes momma wasn’t watching and found the secret “Cocoa Puffs” stash in the cupboard and proceeded to dump said Puffs in a huge pile in the middle of the kitchen floor.
When I finally made it down the stairs, I was already exhausted from an especially hard day yesterday and just needed that first cup of java to make me feel like I had enough life in me to keep going. Instead, I walked around the corner and into the kitchen and immediately felt the blood (literally) drain from my face. To add insult to injury, the little bugger I call “my son” was hysterically laughing and psychotically grinding the Cocoa Puffs into my kitchen floor with his country biscuit-sized feet like a crazed little midget. The fine powdery chocolate looked like poorly manufactured hot cocoa — I wanted to cry. No, I did cry … wait … I don’t know dammit. It’s still hard to remember at this point.
— Cara Maria Leighty (@mrs_leighty) March 27, 2018
Trust me, I now know how a mother can have both intense love and blinding “hate” for their child (or their actions rather) simultaneously. I understand how a good-hearted mother can have the motivation and ability to protect and defend their flesh and blood like a battle-hardened Navy Seal on a mission in Afghanistan or mother grizzly in the wilderness — but at the same time, want to put a Tony Soprano-style hit out on them and deny any knowledge of it to FBI agents.
The dichotomy is both mesmerizing and sobering.
Anyway, the presiding question today is: am I a bad mother for wanting to fire up the SUV, drive my son to the closest Wal-Mart and abandon him in a dirty, weathered shopping cart in the middle of the parking lot, or am I just a bad mother for sweeping every delicious Cocoa Puffs up and methodically stuffing ’em back in each box? The older kids won’t be the wiser and the chocolatey Puffs will invariably disguise a multitude of dirt and incidental foreign objects. Plus, times are hard right? We have to save where we can.
Maybe I’m just a bad mother for letting my son beat me down the stairs this morning. Either way, I certainly don’t get the mother of the year award today … or this month for that point.
As you’ve already figured out…this is how my “wonderful” day started. I believe I finished an entire pot of Folgers coffee before starting on the massive and daunting pile of laundry laying on the cold basement floor. In the dark, it looked like the looming silhouette of a wooly mammoth after being speared to death by a slant-fore headed, Cro-Magnom hunter. My pre-coffee brain kept echoing, “wooly mammoth won’t fit in your washing machine Susan … wooly mammoth – too big.” Thank goodness the freshly-brewed coffee soon shook off that momentary brain injury.
Now it was time to get to work.
So…yeah…the next person I hear saying stay-at-home Moms don’t really work hard or don’t contribute to society … or are lazy … blah, blah, blah … gets throat punched and choked out MMA style.
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7 Quick Tips to Help Deal with Today’s Bad News and Keep Moving Forward.
Written by Scott McGinnis for Goombay Tally Blog | www.goombaytally.com | 7 Tips to Help Deal with Today’s Bad News
Regardless of how beautiful and dreamy you think your life is right now, we all will invariably, and inevitably encounter some (seemingly) insurmountable challenges and trying times in the future.
Whether you completely tanked a speech right in front of your demanding and critical boss today–and that speech was suppose to help propel your career right into the stratosphere; not to mention that corner office with a window. Your wife of 13 years just told you that she wants a divorce. You just lost your job and don’t know how you’re going to keep the house and support your family. Last night you received a phone call from your brother that one of your parents is sick and only have a few months left. And the horrifying list continues. We’ve all been there in the past–or maybe you’re going through one of these crisis situations right now.
Many motivational speakers and mental health specialists may tell you: it’s not your existing situation or crisis that really matters right now, it’s how you deal with the situation that counts in the long run. I certainly agree. We also know the quintessentially debilitating aspect of a crisis is often that the person going through these events feels completely hopeless with little to no enlightenment or remedy in the near future. Essentially, we just don’t see an immediate or long-term way out of trouble.
“Life Isn’t Always Sunshine and Rainbows – At Times it Can Beat You to Your Knees…”
Life is not like a glossy, star studded Hollywood movie where the world’s problems are neatly diffused and resolved within two hours and the hero walks off into the sunset. Roll credits. Toss your empty popcorn bag and coke into the can as you leave. That certainly would be awesome … but typically not likely. In reality, a crisis cycle will probably look something like this instead:
- A horrible event happens.
- We experience the shock of the event.
- We deal with the event the best way we can given the coping mechanisms that we are personally equipped with (or lack).
- Those who lack effective coping mechanisms may do harmful things to themselves or others that initiates secondary and tertiary impacts which compel a negative spiral and unrecoverable state of dysfunctional behavior.
- Those with healthier coping mechanisms begin the recovery process and initiate positive–rehabilitative actions.
- The situation begins to improve either at a slow or advanced rate accordingly.
- We recover, to some extent, or at least move on with our lives.
…life is not like a glossy, star studded Hollywood movie where the world’s problems are neatly resolved and normalized within two hours and the hero walks off into the sunset.
People who are in crisis often find it hard enough just to crawl out of bed and stumble into the shower everyday, much less get themselves pumped up and motivated to face their problems and seek resolution. Depression will steal your appetite, obliterate your sleep cycle, make you lose interest in things that your are normally passionate about, and compel you to abandon your friends, family, and existing support system.
Some of Life’s Issues May Require Professional Help – Go See Them.
I will be the first to admit that I don’t have the credentials to pull you out of the funk you may be in right now, but I can share with you some quick, guerrilla strategies and tips that helped me wade through some certifiably cringe-worthy situations and crisis in my life.
First, if you are dealing with a problem that you don’t seem to be able to functionally and effectively manage, please stop reading this article right now and seek professional help from a clinician who is trained to provide you with the right level and degree of behavioral and psychological assistance. There are resources available to you right now, contact the following numbers if you need help:
- US Suicide Hotline – 800-784-2433
- NDMDA Depression Hotline – Support Group – 800-826-3632
- Suicide Prevention Services Depression Hotline – 630-482-9696
- Crisis Help Line – 800-233-4357
(Source: psychcentral.com, John M. Grohol, Psy.D.)
I’ve simply listed some quick, actionable strategies that at times may seem superficial or even silly, but have helped me muster through some tough times. That said, the absolute best advice I can give you when you’re dealing with hard times, is to talk to someone…don’t hide from it and don’t pretend everything is O.K.
Here we go:
1. Starbucks and a Buddy.
Call a family member or friend right now and go have coffee. This is a great opportunity to talk about your issues. Additionally, he or she may have valuable and insightful perspectives on your issue that you’ve never even thought of. Conversely, hiding in your apartment with the curtains drawn and the lights turned off will probably lower your electric bill next month, but won’t do anything for your mental and emotional well-being right now. Moreover, dealing with your demons alone or drowning yourself in alcohol or drugs is the last thing you need.
2. Read the “Good Book”.
O.K., this is not the part in the post where we debate the existence of God or whether Christianity or Islam is the path to true happiness and enlightenment. I’m just sharing helpful tips that worked for me. If Buddhism is your spiritual remedy during tough times…more power to you. Regardless of your religious affiliation, the Bible presents incredibly comforting words of encouragement and hope that will help change your immediate perspective on life. Here’s a few passages that have helped me:
- Psalm 46:1-3 God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and mountains quake with their surging.
- Isaiah 41:10 So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
If you don’t actually own a Bible, “there is an app for that.” Just download “Bible” app from the Apple App Store or any number of other Bible apps for your particular device.
3. Listen to Awesome Inspirational Speeches.
Love it or hate it, You Tube can serve as an incredibly helpful resource for motivational speeches or excerpts from world renown speakers like Les Brown, Tony Robbins, Linda Larsen, Colette Carlson, Joel Osteen, Dr. Eric Thomas (The Hip Hop Preacher), and many more. A number of these speeches are set to dramatic orchestral music and will stir your soul and ignite your spirit during rough patches in your life. Listening to these inspiring speakers will get you pumped up and ready to fight.
4. Be Grateful. Write Down 10 Things You’re Thankful For.
Yes, it sounds stupid, but when I found myself in a bad situation some years ago, my mentor at the time told me to sit down with a sheet of paper and write 10 things that I’m grateful for in my life right now. Obviously this can be a daunting task when you feel like your world is literally collapsing around you. Yep, initially, this will feel counter-intuitive, and frankly, counterproductive.
However, if you actually do this simple task, you will soon discover that regardless of your current situation, God has given you infinitely more in the form of family, friends, health, and spiritual wealth than life appears to be “stealing” from you right now. Your perspective will begin to right-size itself. In a few weeks, you will find that your list will grow exponentially as your fears begin to diminish.
5. Watch The “Rocky Balboa” Motivational Speech Every Morning.
Yes, I admit that I’m that cheesy guy who watches hours of Rocky reruns during Christmas break. I love the enduring story of the underdog overcoming incredible odds and a lack of God-given talent to ultimately succeed in life. To many, Rocky symbolizes the common person coming from humble beginnings and a limiting and disadvantaged environment to prove that shear determination and grit will inevitably shatter the odds and ultimately level life’s playing field.
I invite you to listen to Rocky’s powerful interchange with his son in the movie Rocky Balboa (2006), where his son tries desperately to convince his father not to go through with his upcoming and ill-advised boxing match. I dare you not to walk away feeling ready to take on the world. It still gives me chills every time I hear it today.
6. Run Forest, Run.
No…you’re probably thinking I mean get “out of dodge”, move to Mexico, and run away from your problems. Instead, I’m referring to (literally) grabbing your Reebok or Nike running shoes and stepping on the treadmill or running trail. Why? Specialists believe that running, or exercise in general, promotes the release of the feel-good chemicals called endorphins.
Much like a natural antidepressant, running assists your brain in holding on to mood-boosting neurotransmitters serotonin and norepinephrine. In fact, Runnersworld.com recommends “running in quiet green spaces instead of on crowded streets…” trust me, you will feel 100 times better and running will help dissipate some of the fog and help provide you with some emotional clarity when you need it most.
7. Study How High-Achievers Overcame Debilitating Adversity.
Abraham Lincoln, arguably one of our greatest presidents, was born into poverty, lost eight elections, experienced two failed businesses, and literally suffered a nervous break down before ultimately winning the Presidency. Famous inventor Thomas Edison was known for saying “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” Imagine if Edison gave up on his telephone invention after his third or fourth failure. Heck, you wouldn’t be reading this post on your iPhone 7 right now would you?
There was a time when hugely successful motivational speaker Dr. Eric Thomas was broke, homeless and eating out of trash cans for three years before he turned his life around. Now he probably makes more in a month than the Goombay Tally staff makes in a year. More importantly, “E.T.” is motivating people all over the world to be better, and achieve more In life.
Bottom-line: failure and mediocrity is not an experience just reserved for unknowns like you and I. Some of the planet’s most inspiring and talented geniuses have been to “hell and back” in their unrelenting pursuit of greatness. Remember, the problem that you are going through right now is only temporary. However, your reaction to this challenge will greatly impact the trajectory that your life will take starting today…starting right now. Get up. Move forward. Do the same thing again tomorrow morning. Things will get better, and you will be shaped and molded into a better version of yourself because of your tested resiliency and perseverance.
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Why I’ll Never Go Ghost Hunting Again.
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So … I’m never going ghost hunting with another weird, nerdy, black T-Shirt wearing, patently antisocial, ghost hunting friend again. I will never listen to George Noorey from Coast to Coast AM Radio or the Real Ghost Stories Online podcast ever again. Let me explain.
Self-admittedly, I used to be one of those guys with (let’s say) a moderate degree of interest in the Ghost Hunters television programs and would occasionally sit down on my black leather couch with a warm Pepsi and bowl of popcorn just to see what these quirky fellows and ladies were up to in that particular episode.
Honestly, I was more interested in making fun of their over-exaggerations during the investigations and use of strange meters, cameras, and electronics to record the slightest bit of evidence. I thought they were total idiots.
I must admit that on balance, I thought these “let’s scare ourselves silly in an old abandoned hospital” shows were mostly bunk and generally just modern day versions of the old “camp fire stories” from our great-grandparent’s generation.
Additionally, I didn’t believe that any of the “evidence” was REAL and certainly didn’t buy any of the legends or back-stories to any of the alleged hauntings.
Categorically, I believed that the ghost hunting community just played on age-old fears and superstitions that have plagued all of us since we were young, gullible children. We’ve all nervously stared at the creepy closet door in our rooms in the middle of the night as kids and swore that we saw shadows move and strange and disturbing noises emerge from these dark and ominous places.
Now enter Alexandria, Louisiana 2016.
During my sophomore year at Tulane University in New Orleans, I received a call from Rodney Hebert, one of my old high school buddies who lived in Alexandria, Louisiana. Rodney was one of my odd but incredibly interesting friends in high school who was both athletically and academically gifted but had an unusual and (probably) unhealthy interest in the paranormal world.
So in short, Rodney could effortlessly get a date in high school but his dates would often go on haunts with him in old libraries and turn-of-the century homes in downtown, Alexandria. Rodney was obviously a “rare bird” in the ghost enthusiast world as most of these guys were treated as outcasts and social lepers in school.
Rodney said that his ghost hunting group was investigating an old elementary school on the west side of town on Friday night and wanted me to take a break from school and drive up for the weekend.
After laughing at him for about 20 seconds, I paused to clear the air and ensure myself that he was just joking.
“Are you finished?” Rodney said in a slightly annoyed but understanding voice.
“You Cajun Rednecks are still bumping around in creepy old buildings and convincing yourselves that you see dead people?”
“No,” I said, and proceeded to laugh at him again before rudely clearing my throat directly into my iPhone. “Let me get this straight,” I said. “You Cajun rednecks are still bumping around in creepy old buildings and convincing yourselves that you see dead people?”
“Crap…you know you’re still a prick right?” Rodney said; now even more annoyed. “Look, I’ve invited you to go ghost hunting with me about a hundred times since we’ve known each other, and you’ve refused to go every single time. If you’re so convinced that we’re wasting our time doing this, be a man and come up to Alexandria on Friday and prove us all wrong,” Rodney said.
Rodney and I played high school football together at Alexandria Senior High School and have been good friends since middle school. So as painful of an experience that I knew this weekend would be, I also knew that I couldn’t turn Rodney down yet again. So I reluctantly agreed to go to Alexandria for a “fun-filled” weekend of ghost hunting and nerd socializing. I also told Rodney that he owed me two Moose Drool beers at Hot Shots Inc when all of the buffoonery was finished that night.
He enthusiastically agreed.
Alexandria, Here I Come.
Wanting to get the ghost hunting investigation over with as soon as possible, I drove directly from New Orleans to the old elementary school in Alexandria to meet Rodney and his team at 7:00 P.M. as agreed. I remember pulling up to the drab looking school but saw no other vehicles parked in front of the building at the time. The sun was setting, but the school was illuminated well enough as the building lighting highlighted the east side of the main entrance and the small play ground to the north of the campus. The school was generally rundown, needed a professional paint job, and had obviously seen brighter days in the past.
Rodney said that a small number of the school’s faculty and janitorial staff reported seeing the image of a tall man walking the halls of the school – mostly during late evening. When challenged to see if he needed assistance or who he was looking for, it was said that the man would essentially vanish into thin air. Apparently, three members of the janitorial staff refused to come back to work after only a few days on the job.
“Oh great,” I said to myself. “Rodney better not be playing games with me tonight.” Already pissed that I would be missing out on some well-deserved partying and relaxation down in New Orleans this weekend, waiting for a team of ghost-hunting misfits wasn’t on my list of things to do tonight.
I quickly thought about all my frat brothers partying down on Bourbon Street tonight. Instead, I was sitting in my car in front of a “haunted” elementary school that only a handful of ghost hunting nerds and a few scared school administrators gave a crap about. It made my head hurt.
I decided to give Rodney and his merry paranormal crew five more minutes before “pulling anchor” and hauling my butt to Hot Shots Inc on my own. I remember looking down at my iPhone to check the time and to send Rodney a quick text message to see where he was. It was 7:05 P.M.
At that moment, from the corner of my eye, I distinctly remember seeing the blinds in one of the classroom windows quickly lift up as if someone was peering out from inside. In fact, I could now see a bright glimmer of light shine through, possible from the glow of a hallway floodlight inside. I could also see a figure passing in front of the light. There was definitely someone there. Trust me, I’m getting goosebumps on my arms right now as I write this.
Initially, I was startled, but then I began to crack a huge smile. Was the janitor staff still in the building? At 7:00 P.M. on a Friday night? “Ah, I get it,” I said. Rodney and his buddies decided to get back at the paranormal critic by showing up at the investigation site early and trying to scare the crap out of him just to have a little fun.
Well, I didn’t have time for this man! Those bastards must have parked their cars in the back of the school or down the street and set me up from inside. I peered back at the window with the peeled back blind and saw the same blind slowly fold itself back down as the inside glare disappeared as quickly as it appeared. I picked up my iPhone and called Rodney this time.
“Nice try dude!” I yelled into my iPhone as Rodney picked up.
“Yo man, I’m really sorry…Jeff’s car died on us in Pineville–we had to borrow Janet’s van…we’re right around the corner bro,” Rodney quickly interrupted before I could lay into him.
“Look, I know you planted one of your boys inside the school already dude…you must think I’m an idiot,” I said. “In fact, that’s probably you screwing around with the classroom window blinds right now you jerk,” I added.
I remember distinctly that there was roughly five seconds of disconcerting silence on the phone before Rodney finally mumbled, “what blinds are you talking about Sid?”
“Oh…O.K., we’re playing freakin’ reindeer games now right,” I said. “You know damn well what window blinds I’m talking about Rodney…someone just lifted up the blinds in one of the classroom windows and closed them back…I saw you in the window man.”
Again, there was silence on the phone.
Rodney finally said in a bewildered tone, “Sid, the entire team is in the van with me right now; there’s nobody else in the building dude.” At that moment I saw the headlights from a silver minivan with Rodney’s ghost-hunting team peel around the corner from the main road and park next to my Nissan Altima.
Rodney quickly jumped out of the driver’s seat and ran to the school’s main entrance door. Jeff Booker, another one of our mutual friends and long time member of Rodney’s ghost hunting team, immediately ran to the school’s rear entrance door. Both doors were locked and they quickly opened them with a key and subsequently disarmed the security system.
Jessica Long, who I called the token ghost hunting “hot chick”… was a tall, creole-looking beauty who was just finishing up her freshmen year at LSU-Alexandria. Jessica was still inside the minivan talking to someone on her cellphone. Rodney later told me that she was on the line with the school’s vice-principal to confirm that the janitorial staff and faculty was gone for the day and that the security alarm was still engaged prior to them entering and disarming it. The vice-principle indeed confirmed that the school security system was not disturbed prior to their arrival.
It quickly occurred to me that if this was an elaborate hoax by Rodney and his ghost hunting team — they certainly were delivering an Oscar-worthy performance. And why go through all the trouble, right?
I also saw the rookie member of the team, Pam Thomas, outside the minivan and pacing back and forth–smoking a cigarette. She was visibly rattled and I could see her right hand shaking as she lifted the loosely held cigarette to her thin red lips.
Rodney soon came back to the car and asked me to recount what I saw in the classroom window before they conducted their first walk-through of the school. He was taking meticulous notes and drawing maps as I carefully explained what I saw. He was excited but noticeably nervous at the same time.
O.K., this was not a hoax I thought to myself.
I began to feel something in the pit of my stomach that I never anticipated feeling during this weekend excursion. It was fear.
My logical brain was no longer seamlessly computing the neatly packaged explanation that I previously concocted for the figure in the classroom window. My logical brain was doing the equivalent of what your laptop does when it freezes up and you get the perpetual spinning beach ball at the top of the screen. My brain was broken.
I began to feel something in the pit of my stomach that I never anticipated feeling during this weekend excursion. It was fear.
Images from the strange encounter now began to flash before my eyes as I realized that what I experienced was fairly consistent with the accounts from the school’s faculty and staff. Yes, ladies and gentlemen…the stubborn paranormal agnostic just saw an actual entity and the official investigation hadn’t even begun.
I was numb inside.
The excited ghost hunting team scurried around….grabbing video recording equipment, Electromagnetic Field (EMF) meters, digital recorders, and infrared cameras. I watched all of this busy activity as if I was back in my apartment in New Orleans; sitting on my black leather couch, drinking warm Pepsi and eating popcorn. The only problem was that I was actually in the show this time.
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Everything was in slow motion at this point. Truth be told, Rodney later told me that most of the members on this ghost hunting team have been doing this for years and never personally experienced anything like I did that night. Sure, they’ve caught strange events on video during a later review of the footage, but not real-time.
And just like that … the slow motion effect stopped and I returned to earth like an Apollo Space capsule violently splashing back to earth into the cold Atlantic Ocean. I slowly got out of the car; almost in a trance-like state, and ceremoniously walked up to Rodney as he continued to shout directions and locations to his team as they dutifully prepared for a long night of ghost hunting success.
Rodney soon stopped what he was doing once he realized that I was standing in front of him. He looked directly at me and saw a nervous hand stretched out to shake his hand.
Rodney said, “What’s up Sid? “This investigation is gonna be sick man…are you ready?”
“Nope…I’m done Rodney,” I said.
“You’re what?” Rodney said in shock.
“I’ve seen enough brother … you win,” I said. “I’ll be at Hot Shots when you’re done tonight…all drinks are on me…but there’s no way in hell I’m going into that creepy old school after what I saw in the window.”
Rodney was silent for a few seconds, but then smiled reassuringly and nodded. We both understood each-other at that point–and without saying another word. I finally understood what compelled my friend to spend perfectly good weekends stomping through creepy old buildings and scary cemeteries. It didn’t make him a weirdo (per se) it just made him a man in search of universal answers.
Time to Get the Hell Out of Here.
I drove into the darkness that night and refused to look in the rear view mirror at the old elementary school as the ghost hunting team behind me continued making final preparations for their newest investigation. I was officially freaked the hell out.
Later, I found myself sitting at the bar with a beer in my hand and staring at an empty wall like a war veteran with PTSD…silently pondering the horrors his eyes have seen over the years and trying to make sense of it all.
The following day I would be heading back down to New Orleans, arguably one of the country’s most haunted cities and realizing that I’ve never seen anything ‘remotely’ paranormal in New Orleans but got my entire world shaken to its foundation in a small town in central Louisiana. Go figure right?
Truth be told, I didn’t care about any video footage, EVPs (Electronic Voice Phenomenon) or any other evidence Rodney’s team collected that night. It didn’t matter to me. I didn’t need further validation of what I saw. The window entity touched a hollow, vulnerable spot in my soul that I simply did not want to revisit. Ever.
Momma told me not to mess around with things like that when I was a kid…and you know what? Momma’s always right.
So there it is. No hair-raising, Amityville Horror-like stories to share with you. No startling pictures of hooded, monk-like figures peering from windows to post on Facebook. Just one simple but bizarre event that forever changed my perspective on life and the paranormal. Yep, mind…blown.
And that ladies and gentlemen…is why I’ll never go ghost hunting again.
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15 Philadelphia Eagles Trivia Questions That Will Earn You Free Drinks in Philly.
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Don’t you just hate that guy at the sports bar that claims to be the most dedicated, knowledgeable and motivated Philadelphia Eagles fan on the face of the planet? “The Eagles’ #1 Fan!” Or at least in South Philly.
He struts around wearing his throwback Ron Jaworski jersey while quoting rare Eagles trivia that even current Eagles players or coaches would never know (or care to know frankly).
Yep. he’s annoying. But let’s face it–he’s on point and maybe a little crazy, but he invests some serious cranial sweat equity into his craft by studying little known Eagles franchise tidbits, perusing over past running back statistics buried deep in convoluted spreadsheets, memorizing sleep-inducing quarterback rating data, and even collecting past owner background information.
He’s earned his reputation as an EAGLES NERD! Yeah … so the below trivia questions won’t make you that guy. But it will give you a slight leg up on the average Eagles fan who just plays the part every Sunday. Anyway, you can’t be mad at him (or her) for going nuts over a team that’s never actually won a Super Bowl. Right? A true fan … not a bandwagon hobbit or troll.
In fact, regardless of the fact that the City of Brotherly Love is still missing a shiny Vince Lombardi Trophy in its showcase, Philly fans consistently rank high as the NFL’s most loyal fans. So we love our “Birds” … rain or shine.
But let’s say that we are just a LITTLE jealous of this same guy because of his “Eagles Trivia Swag” and the fact that he’s probably earned more than a few free adult beverages at multiple sports bars in Philly due to his impressive team knowledge. Principally from bets with less gifted and fool-hearty fans.
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— PopCulture Scorpio (@Matthewbiscuit) January 16, 2018
So. We’d like to help out.
So. It’s no secret that more than a few of our “Goombay Tally Blog” writers are die-hard Eagles fans, so this is our official Philadelphia Eagles Fan test that separates the “Die-Hards” from the Casual “Midnight Green” Puff Cakes who just wear the jerseys to fit in and look pretty.
Here’s how you use it:
- Quickly memorize these Eagles trivia questions. Preferably not while drinking.
- Next, head to your local Philly sports bar and listen out for the next wannabe shooting off his mouth about being Philly’s biggest Eagle’s fan and start dropping the following trivia bombs on him until he looks like a lab monkey stuck in a 7:30 A.M., Temple University, Quantum Physics 401 class on exam day after a night of heavy drinking at Chickie’s and Pete’s Crab House and Sports Bar.
O.K. Let’s begin.
The Goombay Tally Philadelphia Eagles Quick Shot Fan Quiz
1) Although Mike Ditka was better known for playing and coaching for the Chicago Bears, he also moonlighted with the Philadelphia Eagles for a short period of time. What position did he play?
Answer: Tight End
Comment: Give yourself a pat on the back if you nailed this one.
2) What year did the Philadelphia Eagles become a NFL team?
Comment: If you didn’t get this one, please carefully take off your Brian Westbrook jersey, turn in your Eagles fan card at the closest Wawa, and shamefully walk away. And no TastyKakes for you today sir.
3) What 1926 NFL Championship winning Philadelphia team proceeded the Philadelphia Eagles before going bankrupt and folded in 1931?
Answer: The Frankford Yellow Jackets
Comment: This question will tend to put some degree of separate between the casual Eagles fans and the Posers.
4) Which Philadelphia Eagles Running Back competed in and finished seventh in Bobsledding during the 1992 Winter Olympics?
Answer: Herschel Walker
Comment: Not incredibly hard trivia question, but keep this one in your hip pocket when needed.
5) Mark Wahlberg played the role of which Philadelphia Eagles special teams player in the 2006 movie Invincible?
Answer: Vince Papale
Comment: Come on! That was pretty much a give me. Here’s an extra credit question for you: What team did Vince Papale try out for and make prior to his run with the Eagles? Answer: The Philadelphia Bell of the World Football League. *(shutter)
6) During the Philadelphia Eagles’ first year in the NFL, what color were their jerseys?
Answer: Yellow and Blue
Comment: Every Eagles fan knows that right?
7) Which legendary Philadelphia Eagles Defensive Lineman and Pro Football Hall of Fame member began his professional football career with the Memphis Showboats of the United States Football League?
Answer: Reggie White
Comment: Believe it or not, professional wrestler Lex Luger was also a Memphis Showboat alum. This factoid will win you at least a Corona with lime.
8) Former Oakland Raiders head coach and Pro Football Hall of Fame member John Madden was drafted by the Philadelphia Eagles in 1958. How many games did he play?
Comment: Due to a knee injury in training camp, Madden never actually played a game professionally in the NFL but obviously became interested in coaching during his rehab period in Philly. The rest is history.
9) The Philadelphia Eagles defeated which team in the 1960 NFL Championship game?
Answer: The Green Bay Packers
Comment: If you missed this one please following the same instructions given to (alleged) Eagles fans who missed question # 2. More importantly, this was the only Packers Championship loss for the great Vince Lombardi. Go Eagles!
10) Eagles quarterback Nick Foles wore the number nine jersey. Name at least three other past Eagles quarterbacks who wore the same number.
Answer: Jeff Garcia, Jim McMahon, Vince Young, Sonny Jurgensen, Rodney Peete, and Joe Pisarcik.
Comment: O.K…this is a Master’s level question for Philadelphia Eagles fans. No shame if you only got one of these.
TRIVIA: The Philadelphia Eagles and the Pittsburgh Steelers merged for one year in 1943 under what name? Check back later for the answer. pic.twitter.com/I5rpRQlLB1
— Somerset Co. Chamber (@somersetchamber) August 9, 2017
11) The Philadelphia Eagles and which NFL team temporarily merged in 1943 due to manpower shortages driven by military service requirements in WWII?
Answer: The Pittsburgh Steelers
Comment: How many of you would have walked around with “Steagles” Swag? Better question: Would both teams have received credit on the books for a NFL Championship if the Steagles won that season?
12) The Philadelphia Eagles franchise has retired a total of 9 jerseys in its 84 year history. Name at least 4 of the player’s jerseys.
Answer: Donovan McNabb (5), Steven Van Buren (15), Brian Dawkins (20), Tom Brookshier (40), Pete Retzlaff (44), Chuck Bednarik (60), Al Wistert (70), Reggie White (92), Jerome Brown (99).
Comment: Yep. You don’t see Randall Cunningham’s No. 12 on the list, but then again … no Eagles player has worn that number to date since he left the team.
— Misty De Zutter (@PhillyFan) July 22, 2015
13) The Philadelphia Eagles have played in how many stadiums since 1933? Name Them.
Answer: 6. Baker Bowl, Philadelphia Municipal Stadium, Connie Mack Stadium, Franklin Field, Veterans Stadium, Lincoln Financial Field.
Comment: Baker Bowl was originally located at the N. Broad St., W. Huntingdon St., N. 15th St. and W. Lehigh Avenue block.
— Michael Cornejo (@MikeCornejo) May 29, 2014
14) The first 1933 Philadelphia Eagles roster was mainly comprised of former players from which 3 universities?
Answer: Penn, Temple, and Villanova.
Comment: The Eagles went 3-5-1 that season and failed to make the playoffs. Ugh! But not surprising.
15) Who were the Philadelphia Eagles first quarterbacks in 1933?
Answer: Red Kirkman and Dick Thornton
Comment: Eagles training camp in 1933 was located in Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Please feel free to post your Philadelphia Eagles trivia in the comments section Bird fans!
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