Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Lamar Odom Promises To Beat His Drug Addiction After Nearly Dying
They say that addicts have to hit rock bottom before they come to the realization that they can't continue living life that way.
For Lamar Odum, that moment came after his recent scare. The former NBA player was found unconscious on Tuesday, October 13, following a weekend of partying at Dennis Hof's Love Ranch South in Pahrump, Nevada.
He fell into a coma for several days. Now that he is awake and recovering at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, Odum is determined to beat his addiction, believed to be cocaine.
TMZ reports that decision is the reason Khloe Kardashian decided to give their marriage a second chance, although some members of her family remain skeptical.
We wish Lamar luck.
Monday, October 19, 2015
Ray Lewis: I Feel Like Going On (Life, Game and Glory)
My twin sisters had my mother's name- anyway, they had the name Jenkins, which was the name of my blood grandfather on my mother's side. My mother went by McKinney, which was the name of her stepfather, Gillis McKinney, a man I grew up knowing as my maternal grandfather. My baby sister had another name- my brother too. We were a mismatched set, and I wanted to know who was who, what was what, who had the same name as me.
One day, my mom took the time to explain it all to me- some of it, at least, and here it helps to know that we never talked about my father. He wasn't a part of our lives, wasn't even a part of our thinking, but there was no way to have this conversation without bringing him up. Come to think of it, this was the first conversation I can remember where we talked about him at all. My mother said,"Baby Ray, I will never say one bad thing about your father. Ever. Never. He's your daddy, after all."
I said,"Okay, but whose name do I have? We don't know no Lewis'. "She said,"I'm about to tell you, if you let me finish." I didn't know much, but I knew to stay out of my mother's way when she got going on a story. She continued, plain talk: "Your father, he's chosen not to be in your life, so you're gonna have to figure that out. There is no one to teach you how to be a man. That one's on you. But when it comes to your name, that's a whole other story."
That whole other story went like this: My mother was a good looking young woman, stunning- hazel eyes, hair down to her freakin' butt, a smile to light up the night sky- just crazy beautiful. I look at pictures from when she was thirteen, fourteen years old, and I'm knocked out. My father was, too. That's why he'd come around in the first place. He was just a couple years older, but he used to babysit my mom when she was little; he knew our family; he took notice as she grew up- kept comin' round, long past the time she needed minding. Let me tell you, it was hard not to notice my mother. Those pictures don't lie. She turned heads. Folks around town, they knew who she was, too. The boys, they lined up just to talk to her, to be near to her. So when she finally got around to telling my father about me the day I was born, the day he turned tail, there was this other young man next in line, and he stepped up and helped my mother with her hospital bills. Wasn't like he was fixing to hang around, wasn't like there was any kind of relationship between them, but the young man had taken a shine to my mother, said it was his privilege to help in this small way. And it was. To him, it was a small kindness; to my mother, it was big beyond big. He was a military man, and here he'd done my mother this great good turn, so she reached out to him a second time. She asked him to sign the hospital paperwork, where it asks for the name of the baby's father- and happily, mercifully, he agreed.
That young man's name was Ray Lewis, so my name became Ray Lewis. Just like that. My mother hardly knew this man, but it was a way to honor him. I was a way to honor him.
I didn't meet him until many years later, when my own name was becoming well known. I'd been having some success on the football field and on the wrestling mat in high school. And this man, Ray Lewis, found a way to reach out to me, tell me who he was. He'd had no contact with my mother once he'd helped her out just after I was born, but he introduced himself- said, "My name is Ray Lewis, son. I used to know your mama."
I made the connection right away. "Thank you for giving me your name, sir. I will make it great."
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Lebron James To Sell Miami Mansion
Baller's Pad
Basketball star Lebron James made headlines when he announced he was leaving the Miami Heat for his hometown team the Cleveland Cavaliers. Now, he's making headlines again as his Miami estate sits on the market for a jaw-dropping $15 million. Check out this luxe Spanish-style mansion with sweeping coastal views and plenty of room to spare.
First Impressions
The Florida mansion houses a three-car garage and a paved brick driveway.
Welcome Home
Marble floors cover the home's grand entryway, where a sweeping staircase leads to the second story.
Cook's Corner
Two massive islands stretch the length of a kitchen big enough to feed an entire basketball team.
Lounging Around
Rich ceiling details compliment a minimalist gray sectional in a casual living space.
Bar None
A trio of pendant lights hover above a laid-back wet bar and kitchen area.
Movie Night
No NBA star's house is complete without a home theater.
Spa Soak
A freestanding tub enjoys a corner view of the surrounding bay.
Fashionista's Dream
Fashion lovers, take note: getting dressed is a breeze in this well-organized walk-in closet.
Symmetrical Soak
Symmetry is at play in another beautiful bathroom, where black-framed French doors open up to a deep soaking tub.
Seeing Stripes
Red, tan, and black stripes adds a pop of color to an otherwise neutral bedroom.
Curious Courtyard
Stucco archways and tall hedges surround a hidden cloister.
Endless Sea
An infinity edge pool overlooks the warm waters of the bay where large yachts can park at the home's private dock.
Miami Nights
Fringed palms line the entrance to the basketball star's palatial pad.
Cool Compound
The tropical private estate sits behind a secure wall and is monitored by state-of-the-art security.
Evening Swim
Bubbling waterfalls and bright lights adorn the infinity swimming pool.
Monday, October 12, 2015
Friday, October 9, 2015
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Saturday, October 3, 2015
ALI-FRAZIER III: "THRILLA IN MANILA"
On the 40th anniversary of the "Thrilla In Manilla," the third and final bout between Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier in their epic trilogy, The Sports Alley and Zew Sports takes a look back at the historic fight, which took place on October 1, 1975.
The Thrilla in Manila
Ali's pre-fight bluster
The early rounds
Ali's frustration
Frazier heats up
Ali looks for answers
Ali turns the momentum
Closing the deal
Ali's remarks
The epic battle
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