According to the nohardtimes.com website: Vaso Shinas, directly above with Paul Pierce, (rumored to be a professional gold digger) claimed she was Boston Celtic Paul Pierce's girlfriend, Shinas charged $95,000.00 on Paul's American Express Card. Paul filed a police report disputing the charges, denying Vaso was his girl claiming he'd only met her once. Investigators found that Paul not only knew this Shinas, he'd also purchased round trip airline tickets, limos and court side seats for her before.

They even found pictures of Shinas and LA Clipper Shaun Livingston. She's allegedly stolen from Reggie Bush, Al Harrington, and Tracy McGrady among others. She tried to get close to Allen Iverson but he's to smart for that. Everyone in LA knows all about her schemes and she has a lot of people working with her.

This woman is allegedly so notorious and scandalous in NBA circles that NBA security is alerted when she's spotted at an game.

Richard Pryor:

According to Thomas "Hollywood" Henderson:

After the Richard Pryor sex tape ended. A few minutes later, Pryor's voice comes over the speakers. Somebody had put on "That Ni**er's Crazy."

Pryor burst out screaming. "Take that off!" No sound except Richard being on vinyl being funny and Richard Pryor in real life yelling to get that motherf**king record off the air or he'd kill somebody. He then stormed in the kitchen.

When he came out, he asked us to forgive him for snapping at us. Everybody laughed. How could you not love this guy?

Anita Pointer:

It was time for me to head back to Dallas. Cowboy mini camp was about to open and besides, the time was up on me and Anita Pointer. She was a celebrity, a star, and she went places I didn't know anything about. She was a wonderful lady with a pure soul, gorgeous on the outside and inside but I hadn't finished sowing my wild oats.

Blonde Groupie:

One night, I was in the Fairmont Hotel in downtown Dallas with one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. Blonde, leggy, smooth, the kind of girl that five years before I would have been killed for talking to.

My room was like a palace: black marble Jacuzzi, gold handles on the fixtures, gold towel racks, three-inch-carpet. We'd had Dom Perignon and caviar and a candle-lit- room service dinner and the mood was just right.

I was sitting there with her, in the Jacuzzi, talking to her. We were doing cocaine, snorting lines from a neat little mirror through a gold straw, smoking some primo marijuana, and I was getting into talking to her. She was so beautiful I didn't want to just jump into the sack, I wanted to savor the moment, just kind of relax and let this bath last forever.

I told her, "You know baby, pleasing you will please me and turn me on. Just tell me what you want, whatever you want, and I'll do my best to give it to you."

This beautiful woman stretched out in the bath and I was in long-leg heaven. She smiled and turned to me.

"I want Tony Dorsett."

Tony Dorsett:

Speaking of Tony Dorsett. One afternoon, I was hanging out with him and the doorbell rang. Federal Express from Oklahoma City. My friend Art had figured a way to keep me supplied.

I opened the package and it was a half ounce of this pink looking cocaine. Tony was shocked and surprised that I was getting coke through the mail.

Being the high-profile guy he was he didn't want to get involved.

Me, I didn't care.

After Tony left I did some more snorting and some more. I even combined it with crank, which was speed washed with formaldehyde.



Rayful Edmond III (born November 26, 1964 in Washington, D.C.), was a notorious drug dealer who is largely credited with introducing crack cocaine into the Washington, D.C. area. He allegedly grossed $1 million per day from his illegal empire.


Rayful Edmond was an avid fan of the Georgetown Hoyas men's basketball team. He sat courtside at the Capital Centre for Hoyas home games, always surrounded by his entourage and bodyguards. He relished the "12 angry black men" image of the Hoyas, often touting them as "Black America's Team," the "First Team" of the inner-city gangsters, thugs, and hip-hop youth, always cast as the sinister, intimidating villain. As the Hoyas made their way onto the court, the Georgetown band would play the Imperial March (the Darth Vader theme), at which time Edmond was often seen smirking, shaking his head, laughing at, or staring down the opponent. Edmond revered the aggressive tenacity, snarl and swagger the Hoyas played with, so much that when his soldiers were gunned down, they were always buried in Georgetown jerseys.

At the height of his empire, Edmond became very friendly with several Hoya players. When Georgetown University basketball coach (and D.C. native) John Thompson confirmed what was happening, he sent word through his sources to have Edmond meet him at his office at McDonough Gymnasium.

When Edmond arrived, Thompson was initially cordial, and informed Edmond that he needed to cease all contacts with his players, specifically John Turner and Alonzo Mourning, both of whom had befriended Edmond. When Edmond tried to assure him that his players were not involved in anything illegal, the 6'10" Thompson stood up and pointed his index finger between Edmond's eyes. A profanity-laced tirade ensued, in which Thompson told Edmond he didn't give a fuck who Edmond was on the street or his crew's violent reputation; he had crossed the line with his players, and that he wasn't going to let Edmond mess up their lives. If Edmond had any sense of intelligence, the coach continued, he'd be wise not to fuck with Thompson. Thompson's parting words to Edmond before dismissing him was that he was not going to repeat himself.

By all accounts, Edmond never associated with another Hoya player on a personal level. It is believed that Thompson is the only person to stand up to Edmond without consequence.


John Brisker was a basketball player who played in the ABA and NBA in the early 1970’s. Brisker averaged over 20 points per game and was considered a solid defensive player too. But, his volatile personality and penchant for fighting caused him to be cut from the Seattle Supersonics at the end of the 1975 season.

According to a teammate, Charlie Williams “John was an excellent player, but if you said something wrong to him-you had a feeling he would reach into his bag, take out a gun and shoot you.”

In 1978 Brisker traveled to Uganda, telling his family he was entering the import/export business. What happened next is one of the enduring mysteries of the 1970’s. The prevailing theory is that Brisker went to Uganda, not to become a business man, but as a guest of Ugandan strongman Idi Amin. When Amin was overthrown in 1979, Brisker was allegedly executed by firing squad. His body has never been recovered.

“Sweet” Jim Robinson was a boxer, best remembered for being one of Muhammad Ali’s first professional opponents. Robinson was not a very good boxer and was often used as an easy win for up-and-comers. He fought Ali in February, 1961, losing in the first round. He retired after seven years, with a dismal 5-23 record.

In 1979, Sports Illustrated reporter Michael Brennan interviewed Robinson at his home in the Liberty City district of Miami. This was the last known interview with the former heavyweight. ESPN reporter Wright Thompson spent six years searching the Miami area for any sign of the missing boxer. Even famed Ali collector Stephen Singer, who has collected autographs from every Ali opponent except Robinson, has come up empty.

Although not officially considered a missing person, Robinson’s current whereabouts are unknown.

Former NBA superstar, Julius (Dr. J.) Erving has opened up a golf course outside of Atlanta, GA. The club is named: "The Celebrity Golf Club International," and it's fabulous.


Gender-Bender: The Flamboyant
Cross-Dresser, Gorgeous George

He grew his dark hair long in the mid-1940s when men’s hair was uniformly short. Then he dyed his locks a shrieking platinum blond and put them up in women’s hairdos, including the “marcel.” This method used heated irons or tongs to create intricate flowing waves, a dramatic upswept look—fit for a queen.

Gorgeous George had already begun wearing his signature ring robes. On a given night he might sally forth in a shiny, floor-length, quilted pink satin beauty, the lining and lapels a contrasting bright yellow silk, with epaulets of glimmering silver sequins. The wrestler topped it off with a pink satin scarf. When he debuted his first elaborate—and more than a little effeminate—creation, the wrestling promoter refused to let him appear in it. “Wear that in my place of business?” he roared. “Certainly not! You’re a wrestling dame!” As George himself put it, he “flitted’’ down the aisles, parading provocatively to the wrestling rings.

He wasn’t gay; indeed the womanizing George Wagner seems to have been excessively hetero. Yet because he provoked them to, many wondered. Time Magazine called his act a “swishy role.’’ Fans, mostly men, in the arenas screamed out, “Sissy! Mamas’ boy!’’ “Queer!’’ and worse. George deliberately sowed confusion about his sexual identity by refusing to discuss his private life with reporters. When his first wife, Betty Hanson, traveled with him, they told the press she was his personal hairdresser, “Miss Betty, from Hollywood.’’

An Unlikely African-American Cultural Figure

James Brown, the late Godfather of Soul, was a truly legendary live performer. And in his memoirs and interviews, Brown said he owed some of his showmanship techniques—including the flashy sequined capes he wore on stage—to “the rassler, Gorgeous George.’’ Most enduringly, Gorgeous George inspired and schooled Muhammad Ali, encouraging him when the boxer was just 19—and still named Cassius Clay—to draw attention to himself, and fans to his fights, by boasting and deriding his opponents.

The wrestler and the boxer met in 1961 when both had bouts in Las Vegas and were interviewed together at a local radio station. Young Clay heard George declaim: “I am the greatest! I cannot be defeated! All my so-called opponents are afraid of me, and they’re right to be afraid—because I am the king! Then George, the ultimate ring villain or heel, invited the kid to watch him wrestle at the Convention Center, and, as Ali would remember, “I saw fifteen thousand people comin’ to see this man get beat. And his talking did it. I said this is a gooood idea!" In the years to come Ali always gave credit to Gorgeous George for schooling him in the liberating, self-aggrandizing swagger of the man you love to hate.

From this history, perhaps the most surprising aspect of George’s legacy emerges: That by virtue of inspiring and influencing James Brown and Muhammad Ali, two of the greatest black performers in this country’s history, Gorgeous George, the be-robed, bleached-blond and perfumed ring villain of the 1940s and ‘50s—a white man—suddenly looms as a significant figure in African-American culture.

Certainly, the man had soul: To paraphrase the late, great JB: George got up and did his thing, and he certainly didn’t take no mess. He said it loud, he was Gorgeous George, and he was inordinately proud.

James Brown’s funk and the poetic boasts of Muhammad Ali are the twin pillars that rap was built on. And both men said they took aspects of their artistry from Gorgeous George.

Like the wrestler who was born George Wagner, Cassius Clay changed his birth name, and created a new identity for himself—the prophet, Muhammad Ali. Later generations of rappers would do the same, dropping their birth names and adopting theatrical, larger than life personae: Curtis Jackson becoming 50 Cent and Marshall Mathers creating the alter ego Eminem. (Bob Dylan, born Robert Zimmerman, is another Gorgeous disciple who morphed and renamed himself.) And just as the wrestler and the great boxer, his one-time student, raised boasting to its highest, most artful exponent, so hip-hop artists today shout out their greatness and extol their badness (sometimes even inventing criminal records to bolster these claims).

Muhammad Ali was widely seen as the prototype for the loud-mouthed ultra-cocky jock, the self-aggrandizing, attention-seeking male missile that’s come to dominate American sports. Think of the NFL’s Terrell Owens and Chad Johnson and before them, basketball’s Dennis Rodman, who adopted George’s totem, bleached blond hair, and also sowed sexual confusion with his androgynous appearance (remember him wearing a wedding dress?) and risque´public statements, just like The Human Orchid.

Since Ali, athletes have come to understand that the uncomplaining, team-first player often doesn’t get the biggest contract or the most lucrative endorsements. As a result, even the lowliest rookie ballplayer, the most-traveled journeyman or most obscure bantamweight is a fair bet to crow that he, don’t you know, is the greatest. And in many ways it’s apt to trace the image of the athlete as in-your-face, me-first narcissist back to Ali, The Champ, who played that part with humor, and also had the skill and the courage to back up his world-class bragging. But as we now know, Ali—when he was 19-year old Cassius Clay—heard his first boastful blast from that prima donna of the mat, Gorgeous George. When they talked in a Las Vegas locker room after a 1961 wrestling match, the 46-year old mat showman told his new protege´: “You got your good looks, and you’ve got a good mouth on you. A lot of people will pay to see somebody shut your big mouth. So keep on bragging, keep on sassing, and always be outrageous.”


David Marquette Kopay (born June 28, 1942 in Chicago, Illinois) is a former NFL running back. In 1975, he became one of the first professional athletes to come out of the closet. In 1986, Kopay also revealed his brief affair with Jerry Smith (pictured below), who played for the Washington Redskins from 1965–1977 and who died of AIDS without ever having publicly come out of the closet.

Jerry Smith played for Otto Graham and George Allen's Redskins, Smith had a stellar career. He played in the 1973 Super Bowl VII, and Sports Illustrated called him "an outstanding receiver among tight ends, with the ability to break open for a long gain."

Smith died of AIDS on October 15, 1986. He was the first former professional athlete to die of the disease. Although he acknowledged that he had AIDS, he never publicly acknowledged his homosexual activities.

Ray McDonald (no photo available) was born in McKinney, a segregated suburb of Dallas. After 17 years in McKinney, he followed his high school coach to Caldwell, Idaho in 1961, where he attended Caldwell High School for two years, graduating in 1963. At 6'2" and 220 pounds, he was a high school All-American and was compared to NFL great Jim Brown.

McDonald was timed in the 100-yard dash at 9.9 seconds and was a first-team All-American.

The Washington Redskins made McDonald their first round draft pick, signing him to a three year deal worth $100,000. Later, he would be arrested by Washington, D.C. police for having sex with another man in a park. This incident cost him his job and no other team picked him up.

Ray McDonald eventually became a junior high music teacher. After an extended battle, he died of complications due to AIDS at Parkland Hospital in Dallas, on May 4, 1993, three days before his 49th birthday, with a body weight less than half of his NFL playing weight. The cause of death was originally reported as complications from sickle cell anemia.

Rewind: In the past we told you about the ultra private LaNai suites (not available to the public) located inside the Mirage Hotel & Casino on the Las Vegas strip. These suites are so exclusive, they are only reserved for celebrities, superstar sports figures, royalty, billionaires, high roller (Whales) and CEO's.

Fast Forward: The Mirage Hotel & Casino now feature "Private Villa's located on the grounds in an secluded area.

These villa's are by "invitation only" and reserved for celebrities and the super rich. The ambience is extravagant: Your very own miniature golf course, a private pool, a jacuzzi, fireplace, marble floors, chandeliers and an library. A chef, maid, butler and personal trainer also come with your luxurious package.

The keys to these personal villas are high tech at an cost of ($500 each).

Reportedly, former NBA stars Charles Oakley and Michael Jordan have separate villa's. We will reveal more celebrity names when our source supplies us with the invitation only guest list.

In Related News:

We revealed last week that cabana ($2,500.00) rentals have become really popular at private clubs. They allow celebrities to get away from prying eyes and party with their friends in privacy.

Now, we're hearing that hotels across the country are launching private cabana's adjacent to popular nightclubs located on their premises.

Also, Heather Hunter is so fond of club cabana's, she had one constructed on her rooftop with a nearby jacuzzi; overlooking the New York skyline.

According to Thomas Henderson:


When I played for the Houston Oilers, it didn't take me long to run down a cocaine connection. Several Oilers were freebasing, they got busted a couple of years later and I got introduced to this guy named Travis.

Travis ran the party house and was a big football fan. One day, I went over there to buy some coke, "coke to go."

Well, he had a pipe thing going. I said, "give me a hit of that!"

There comes a time in all addicts' lives when they take the hit that pushes them over the edge. This was mine. I took the pipe for the first time and it changed my life. First thing it did was go right through me. My ears were ringing, my breath was short, my heart was racing, my pulse was racing. I was wired. And I wanted to hit it again. And I kept hitting it. Again. And again. And again.

I had arrived at Travis' house at one in the afternoon and left at 9:50 the next morning. I had smoked $2,100 of cocaine. What hurt the most was leaving the coke. I could have sat there that day and smoked another $3,000-$4,000.


I told my bride to be (Wyetta) "Go and buy both your mother and mine dresses for our wedding." Wyetta went out and bought her mom a designer gown. She bought my mother some chiffon bullshit worth $10 dollars, the type of shit you'll find at an flea market."

My mother was furious. I was furious. How could she disrespect me and my family like that? I had been loaded on cocaine all week. I took her back into the bathroom and slapped her four or five times.

My mother started beating on the door when she heard the shouting. I let her in. "Quit hitting that girl!"

I screamed, "This is none of your damn business, get out of here!"

My mother slapped me.

I looked at her. "Don't you ever hit me again. Do you understand that?"

She slapped me again.

I did the unthinkable and slapped my mother.

I felt ashamed. I had taken cocaine to anesthetize everything but this feeling was so powerful, so overwhelming, that it cut right through and left me for dead.

I ran out of the house and into the street, crying uncontrollably. I was shaking and and wailing from the bottom of my heart.


On a team flight with the Houston Oilers. I went to use the lavatory one flight up in first class and stood there beating on the door for about 15 minutes waiting for the Occupied sign to flash off. Finally the door opened and a flight attendant stepped out. A minute later, Earl Campbell came out with a wet spot on the front of his pants.

Earl Campbell, I found out, was the laziest football player I'd seen in my entire life. He was Mr. Houston but he was the first guy I ever saw spend time at practice stretched out horizontal in full gear with his head propped up against his palm. Whenever he wasn't on the field he would just lie down.

Earl was gifted and powerful, he could run right over you but he was lazy. Earl Campbell got up slow off the ground because he was so damn tired.

According to Deloris Jordan: Many of us (family) had to accept a changing Michael, we went through levels of finger pointing as we looked to blame his change on everything and everybody. From his wife Juanita's influences and agent David Falk's maneuverings, to the pressures and demands of his fame, you name it, we blamed it.

But we were unable to pinpoint exactly what brought about the change, and how we could change him back, we all became saddened by the drastic change that was occurring to someone that had always been so loyal, loving and lovable. After years of countless conference calls and family meetings, my family and I resolved to keep him in our prayers.

Deloris makes the following damaging allegations: Allegedly, her brother, Michael Jordan forced her home into foreclosure. She also alleges that he rescinded her daughter's tuition and he never called or sent flowers when she and her son (his nephew) were in a horrible car accident, nor did he visit them in the hospital.

Later, her daughter (Michael's niece) was in an accident, allegedly, Michael was in the same town hosting a Superbowl party but couldn't find time to call or visit.

Source: "In My Family's Shadow," by: Deloris E. Jordan


According to Deloris E. Jordan: "Please understand that sexually molestation brutally violates a child's mind; destroying all traces of innocence. And more often than not, it takes with it their security and self-worth while imprisoning them in a painful world of silence and guilt."

"When I finally found the courage to let my father's deeds tumble from my lips, I did not know what to expect, but I never in a million years would have guessed that my mother would turn on me. Her words of betrayals did far more damage to me than my father's deeds. They spoke volumes to the fact that she really did not care about me, which my father obviously knew. It is because she was so expressive with her dislike for me that probably made my father know he could get away with violating me."

"It turned out to be true, when he told me that if I ever told, it would be he that my mother believed and me that the family hated."

"My father confessed his actions on the same day that I disclosed them to my mother. And on that frightful day of admission, I watched my mother, looking for a sign, any sign that she cared about me."

"I watched her as she stood in my bedroom citing their decision to send me away. Once again, I became the little girl who was always looking for her mother's signal of affection and approval, but once again there was none!"

"The memory of my father whispering in my ear during the wee hours of the night about the beauty of my body has played over and over in my head for many years. And as if that has not been incapacitating enough by itself, having to comprehend the fact that more often than not, he had just gotten out of the bed he shared with my mother to find his way to my bedroom has just added to the realization of the painful situation."

"It came to injure my mother's womanhood to such a point that she came to think of me as her adversary, with her striking out at me (the other woman) every chance she could, no matter where we were and what the occasion."

Source: "In My Family's Shadow," by: Deloris E. Jordan


Part II:

According to Deloris E. Jordan: I would like to say that I found my way out of the hellhole that my father thrust me in before any real damage was done, but that was not true. Long before I came to know the depth of what was happening to me, the damage had already occurred. What followed was many years of twisting, turning and enduring until I came to believe that nothing about me mattered.

Ending eight years after it first began and five years after losing my virginity to my father, it scares me to think how much longer the abuse would have went on had I not spit out the dreadful truth to my mother during one of our many heated disagreements. Disagreements that were sometimes anything but pleasant and often featured no indication of love between the two of us.

My mother inflamed the situation further by belittling me with unflattering names such as whore, tramp and slut.

One summer day, my mother drove me to my summer job, I had tried to become immune to her insults of names, but, that particular morning as I stared out the window, my heart grabbed hold of each slicing name as she barked them at me. For some reason, being called the lewd names that day hurt like never before.

So as she ranted and raved about how no slutty daughter of hers better get pregnant and bring any bastard children into her house. I finally heard myself saying: "If I am so much of a slut, why don't you keep your husband out of my bed?"

Source: "In My Family's Shadow," by Deloris E. Jordan

According to Michael Jordan's sister Delores: "Our mother was insistent that me and my siblings attend the opening game of the Chicago Bulls for the 1995-1996 season. It would be Michael's first game since our father was murdered."

"Once we settled ourselves comfortably into the VIP box overlooking the arena. I noticed that Michael's then wife Juanita had separated herself, (as well as her family and her friends) from us as usual by hosting them in the inner room of the skybox."

"Once the game ended and we were leaving, our attention was drawn to the television overhead which was broadcasting a news bulletin about a prime minister. With our eyes glued to the television as we listened, we were all stunned when Juanita, who had barely spoken one word to us all evening, suddenly brushed past us with her bodyguards in tow and deliberately turned the television off while we were watching it."

"Left speechless by her rudeness, my family and I stood frozen in place as Juanita began to loudly reprimand my brothers for being in the box with us. Citing that Michael and Jerry Reindorf were having differences in their working relationship, she went on to inform us that the fact that five people were in the box (though it had the capacity to hold 8 times that many) would only serve to create further problems between them."

"Then, Juanita began to berate my mother rather sarcastically as she was grandstanding no doubt, for the audience that had tuned in. My mother smiled and nodded politely as Juanita acted out her frustrations. In the end, my mother's level of maturity more than overshadowed Juanita's public tantrum. I walked out of the room ballistic; angered at Juanita for belittling my mother and brothers and upset with them for taking it."

"Peeved beyond belief, I tried to understand how Juanita came to feel that Michael's family had no place in the box but people like Richard Dent along with others were in attendance in the box that night and were welcomed."

"My sister Roslyn called Michael the next day, she was certain that he would agree that his wife's behavior had not only been rude but unnecessary, Roslyn was wrong!"

"Michael was outraged from the onset of the phone call, he cursed, shouted and screamed through the phone until Roslyn was reduced to tears. Taking the phone from Roslyn, my mother tried unsuccessfully to talk to Michael. He screamed at her: "You sashay your fuc*ing ass in town and act like you run some mother**king thing." I insisted mother hang up.

"I was angry that my mother was allowing him to dominate her, step on her and degrade her. The same mother who had always advised me to maintain a voice of authority in my role as a parent."

"After hearing Michael steamroll over her as if she was mud in the street was my greatest indication that she had truly lost her hold on him and that he was fast becoming someone few of us knew and even less of us liked."

Source: "In My Family's Shadow," by Deloris E. Jordan

Michael Jordan's sister (Deloris E. Jordan) makes damaging allegations about him in her book, "In My Family's Shadow," as follows:

According to Deloris E. Jordan: "In many ways to Michael, I'm a "nobody," the owner of no prestigious accomplishments, credentials or financial worth, who dares to challenge him about things that a "somebody" would never think of doing. Once or twice during heated exchanges, he referred to me as a nobody. Needless to say, my feelings were hurt."

"For most of Michael's childhood, it seemed that our father was somewhat indifferent to him. And although my parents vehemently denied it, they each had favorites among us and Michael never seemed to be a favorite of my father. When my two younger brothers fought among themselves, my father would often spank Michael instead of them."

"During the early days of Michael's NBA career, he confessed that it was my father's early treatment of him and Daddy's declaration of his worthlessness that became the driving force that motivated him to pursue and achieve success. Each accomplishment that he achieved was his battle cry for defeating my father's negative opinions of him. And in the end, Daddy came to see just how wrong he as about Michael and together they were able to bridge the gap in their relationship."

"Since Michael became a walking and talking conglomerate, it's literally impossible these days to find any of the old jovial, sweet loving Michael and his transformation has puzzled many of our family members. My father insisted that I misunderstood him. My mother insisted that I was brow-beating him and that I was jealous of him."

"By the time they were ready to acknowledge the change in him, he was already padlocking our mother out of the Michael Jordan Foundation office; closing bank accounts without her knowledge, resulting in her bouncing checks across the city of Chicago, banishing her from using his name for her personal use and sinking our brother Larry's cologne manufacturing efforts."

Source: "In My Family's Shadow," by Deloris Jordan

According to Deloris Jordan (Michael Jordan's sister): "From my earliest days of my childhood, my parents were physically abusive towards each other." They were known to engage in heated confrontations from time to time, no one, not family, friends or neighbors would dare to intervene." I remember running across the road when we lived in Teachey, to my grandparents home, I asked my grandmother to come stop my parents from fighting. But upon Grandma Bell's arrival, my father made her turn around and go back home and from that day forward, I knew there was no use turning to anyone for help. I just learned to endure it."

"Don't think for a minute that my father was doing all the fighting. My mother was a hellcat and she would battle my father to the end." And of course, being the child that I was, when I saw him pick up what seemed to be her lifeless body and head towards the bedroom I just knew that he had killed her. But the next morning Mom woke up ready to go at it again."

"Sometimes I wondered if I was the only one that could see my mother's black eyes or my father's scratched up neck. My parents never seemed to be concerned with the fact that me and my siblings could see them. After a week or two of moving around the house without communicating with each other, things would eventually return back to normal."
One incident stands out: "After another fight, my mother packed her backs to go on "vacation" but insisted first on waiting around the house to confront my father."

He hadn't returned and and we finally convinced her to leave. When we were loading her suitcases in the car, my father drove up.

"My mother opened the car door, my father jumped out, my mother got behind the wheel and then my father went around to the passenger side to get back in, before he could close the door, she sped out of the driveway, dragging my father along as he held on to the door handle of the car as it careened out of the yard. My father released his grip on the door handle, and tumbled outside on the ground. He gathered all of us up in another vehicle, and took off down the road behind my mother."

"Recklessly unconcerned about their safety or ours, my parents raced down Highway 132 totally ignoring the fact that the road was only a two lane highway at the time, completely ignoring the fact that they were playing Russian roulette with all of our lives, including their own."

"It finally culminated with my father using his driving skills to out maneuver my mother and ultimately straddling the roadway with his vehicle as he proceeded to pull my mother from her car in plain view of everyone who was hampered by the road block. People I'm sure, were as stunned as me and my siblings, as we all were forced to watch the unsavory events spill out along what is now known as Interstate 40 and the Michael Jordan Parkway."

"You can imagine how embarrassed I was to see some of my classmates who had been passengers in some of those vehicles and had witnessed the incident with my parents but thank God they never mentioned the incident to me at school and neither did I."

Source: "In My Family's Shadow,' by Deloris E. Jordan

According to Deloris Jordan: Having just attended four relatives funerals in a five-year span, traveling to Wilmington to bury my father represented so many things to me that it divided my personality greatly.

The reality of the situation was there were only ashes in the coffin; someone's ashes. And to this day, I still can not say with a certainty that they were those of my father's Despite the positive identification made through his dental records and fingerprints, too many questions remains unanswered.

Like the fact that he had just canceled his life insurance a month or so before his death and that fact that we all had just recently received our annual dividends from the sell of the Flight 23 stores, only for his to seemingly disappear.

So add all of those questions to the fact that he was murdered in North Carolina and his body just happened to be thrown in a creek in South Carolina, which according to my mother, is one of the last states that allows John Doe's to be cremated before a positive identification is made.

After the funeral, at a family gathering, my mother went on to say that since there was nothing of him left to conduct a DNA or blood test with, she had sent a message to the woman in Chicago that had been threatening my father with a paternity suit and possibly obtaining 25% of his assets, telling her to try and prove her claim.

Totally flabbergasted, I could no longer contain my anger. I said, "How dare you let this all boil down to money. I would gladly give the woman in Chicago my inheritance if it came down to that."

My mother immediately replied, "Who says that you have an inheritance?"

Later, my mother informed me that I could go home.

As for the inheritance? My mother was right. By the time she finished manipulating and maneuvering things, my inheritance was reduced to a memento of bad memories and a dying hope for a better life.

Source: "In My Family's Shadow," by: Deloris E. Jordan


Rommie Lee Loudd (born June 8, 1933, in Madisonville, Texas, died May 9, 1998, in Miami, Florida) was a former football player, coach, and executive. He was the first black assistant coach in the NFL and the first black majority owner of a major league sports team.

Loudd played tight end for coach Red Sanders at UCLA from 1953 to 1955. He was a member of the Bruins team that won the 1954 Rose Bowl and was named that year's FWAA & UPI National Champions.

He was drafted by the San Francisco 49ers in the 26th round (304th overall) of the 1956 NFL Draft, but instead signed with the BC Lions of the Canadian Football League. After being cut by the Chicago Bears in 1959, Loudd joined the newly formed American Football League as a member of the Los Angeles Chargers. He was released by the Chargers after one season and signed with the Boston Patriots.

In 1964, Loudd moved to coaching. He was the defensive coach of the Boston Sweepers of the Atlantic Coast Football League for two seasons before becoming the linebackers coach for the Boston Patriots and the first African-American coach in the history of the AFL. After two seasons as coach, Loudd moved to the front office, where he was the Patriots Director of Player Personnel from 1968 to 1971 and Director of Pro Scouting from 1971 to 1973.

In 1973, Loudd led a bid to get a National Football League franchise in Orlando, Florida.The expansion franchise would instead go to Philadelphia construction magnate Thomas McCloskey who founded the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. In 1974, Loudd became the owner of the Florida Blazers of the World Football League.He was the first black top executive in major league sports.

On April 3, 1957, Loudd and two companions were charged with varied "morals offenses." He would later be convicted of sexual misconduct. On December 23, 1974, he was arrested on charges of embezzling state sales tax money. Three months later he was charged with conspiracy and delivery of cocaine. He was sentenced to two concurrent fourteen year sentences for conviction on two counts of delivering cocaine. He was also sentenced to two years in prison for possession and distribution of cocaine.The sales tax embezzlement and conspiracy to deliver cocaine charges were dropped following his convictions on drug charges. After three years in prison, Loudd was released on parole and became an associate minister at Mount Tabor Baptist Church.

He died on May 9, 1998, of complications from diabetes.


According to Thomas "Hollywood" Henderson: One day I was getting out of my car when I saw this beautiful brunette coming towards me. She was walking her Afghan hound She was beautiful. She had to walk right by me and I stood there and savored the view.

I said, "Hi, I'm your neighbor. My name is Thomas Henderson. I'm with the Dallas Cowboys." She smiled, but only a little, and kept walking. She was nice but I didn't impress her.

Normally, I was a little shy about approaching white women but this woman was so pretty, I couldn't help myself.

A few days later, I saw her again, walking her dog. I asked her, what's your name? She replied, Christie Blue.

Suddenly a white van made the turn into the parking lot across the street. A look of horror crossed her face. "Oh God," she muttered.

A black dude (Charles) got out of the van. I'd been on the street long enough to know without a doubt that this was his woman. He glared at me.

Later, I came out to get something out of my trunk when I saw her running. Her boyfriend was chasing her. He caught her and I watched him grab her by the hair and drag her back towards their place.

Being around pimps and hustlers all my life I clued right in to what was happening. She was his hooker.

Two days later I saw her passing in her pretty Mercedes and I flagged her down. She was frightened talking to me, looking straight ahead, not making eye contact. I said, "Hey Christie, I saw what happened the other day."

She said, "Yeah, he's crazy and he's jealous." She seemed like a desperate woman. But my lord was she beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous.

I looked in her eyes and said, "You know I wouldn't treat you that way." It was the best I could do. I said, could we have lunch or dinner one day? She said, "no way!" but I knew she liked me.

About halfway into the season she finally agreed to have lunch with me on the low. We went to a four-star hotel. I enjoyed spending money on her. Over conversation I told her, I think I know what you do. She replied, "What do you think I do?"

"I think you're a high class call girl or something like that."

She wouldn't cop to it and then I asked her. You want to get away from your boyfriend don't you? "Yeah, but he'll hurt me."

Unfortunately, Christie couldn't make the move. I continued to see her around the complex and we'd chat and keep an eye out for the white van. This went on for six weeks.

One day, her mouth bloody, two black eyes, her ribs cracked, Christie was pounding on my door. She came in and her boyfriend was close behind. I stood in the doorway and said, "Charles, look here man, what's happening?"

He said, "This ain't none of your business."

We squared off hand-to-hand in my doorway. I told him, "Look, man, it's best you leave my house. This is my fucking house, and she is in my house right now. I slammed the door in his face.

But this thing wouldn't be over until I settled it one way or another. I walked back out to the street where he was. I raged at him, "you don't come over here fucking with me and my friends. As a matter of fact you should move your shit out of her house because this woman don't want you no more. Come fuck with me and I'm going to beat you down, you woman beating c**ksucker." "She's my woman now!" He backed down.

I went back to my apartment and took Christie to the hospital.

When she was released, I brought her back to my apartment for a safe haven.

Christie and I developed a wonderful relationship, an understanding. She continued doing what she was doing. I often had to get up out of bed at three or four o'clock in the morning to let a "john" come over, she was so beautiful, so voluptuous that she was charging a thousand per night and this was in the 80's.

Christie Blue became my best kind of friend. I had pulled her out of something that she didn't want to get back into (an abusive relationship).

We made love like tigers and for a long time she was my woman. Sometimes she'd call over one of her beautiful blonde friends and they would teach me something new, turn me out.

But more than that, we could tell each other anything.

Source: "Out Of Control," by: Thomas "Hollywood" Henderson


According to Thomas "Hollywood" Henderson:

I met Martina Navratilova in the lobby of the Fairmont one night. I introduced myself and she, being a Cowboy fan, gave me her phone number, I gave her mine.

She called me one day and asked what I was doing. Nothing. Would I like to have lunch? Sure.

We met and hit it off real well. She was smart, good to talk to. Her tennis-playing arm was big and developed and she had wonderful legs. We would call each other once in a while and have lunch together.

Martina came to visit me a couple of times. She'd pull up in front of my place in her Jaguar with the license plates X-CZECH on it and we'd go for a spin.

At the time, Martina was living in North Dallas and she invited me to come over and go swimming. My body was in good shape at the time, all of my muscles were in use and rippling and I slipped out of my jeans and my shirt and stood there in this real sexy pair of briefs I had bought for the occasion. I was out at poolside flaunting it and parading around.

Martina was lying on a raft in the middle of the pool. On a raft next to her was this pretty SMU coed basketball player.

I dove in the water. As I swam towards them the girl pushed herself to the edge, got out and wrapped herself in a towel. She kind of cut her eyes at Martina before she went into the house.

Martina and I sat there and talked for a while but there was a strong sense of distance in the air. I had kind of thought of putting the moves on Martina and I understood now that was out of the question. It was clear to me that she was gay. The feeling I was getting from her was, "Hey, guy, let's just be buddies." That was fine with me.

We went into her bedroom and I pulled out a vial of cocaine, "Would you like a toot?" She said, "No, I don't think so."

I dumped some out on her dresser and made a couple of quick lines.

She said, "I don't think you should be doing that stuff."

I asked her, "Do you at least smoke grass?"

She said, "No."

Well what do you do?

We both laughed and that was that, it didn't strain our friendship, we're still friends today but it did surprise me. I was thinking that cocaine was a big deal, I thought this was what was happening, and she'd told me no.

Source: "Out Of Control," by: Thomas "Hollywood" Henderson

Gambling celebrities/high rollers in the same category as Michael Jordan and Charles Barkley have a VIP perk option at the top tier hotel/casinos on the Las Vegas strip.

If celebrities have the urge to gamble but don't want to encounter fans gawking or asking for autographs as they make their way to the private baccarat/poker parlors. Their option: Have baccarat/poker brought to your lavish hotel suite.

Dealers are dispatched with baccarat and poker set-ups which they set up in the living room to resemble the actual gaming parlor.

The hotel also supplies a chef in case the celebrity gets hungry while gambling. The chef brings lobster, filet mignon, prime rib, crab (and side dishes) to prepare along with bottles of Dom Perignon.

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Recently, a white A-list actor who's having a discreet affair had the mini casino brought to his suite so he wouldn't be photographed with his mistress in public.

On October 3, 1990, a Seattle woman had sex with Cincinnati Bengals player Lynn James (above) in his hotel room. She later sued 19 of James's teammates in federal court, claiming she was gang raped by as many as a dozen players while teammates rooted each other on.

No criminal charges were ever brought against the players, yet ten of them contributed $30,000 each to keep the woman from going forward.

Disturbingly, one of the accusers was quoted as saying: "It wasn't brutality or something that could be classified as criminal, it was fun, a human act." "When are we allowed to drop the role model? A single guy has to get it from somewhere."


MIAMI — A group of attractive women, dressed to be noticed, stake out a hotel lobby in search of NBA rookies. It happens most every year, right about this time.

The newest NBA millionaires gather in late September for a mandatory six-day rookie orientation program. The seminar was in Tarrytown, N.Y. No cell phones or pagers were allowed. Even LeBron James — were tutored by the league on everything from table manners to gambling to AIDS to violence against women.

Often, on the first night of orientation, the rookies are cornered by those women in the lobby. The women flirt and in some cases, make plans for later in the week. Imagine the players' surprise when the next morning the same women walk into the seminar (some with incriminating audiotapes) and reveal they were plants — paid for by the NBA to illustrate the wild world the rookies are about to enter.

"At my orientation, this really pretty lady we met later told us she was HIV positive," said former University of Miami guard John Salmons. "They wanted us to see the dangers out there. They warned us about groupies poking holes in condoms, having hidden cameras and stuff like that. The temptations are hard to turn down, but if you don't, you are subject to big problems."

Florida Marlins catcher Ramon Castro was involved in a rape case in Pittsburgh. He's married. Has children. And has admitted to consensual sex with his accuser, a woman he met on the road, hours before the encounter.

Nobody but Castro's accuser knows what happened in that hotel room, but this much is known: Pro athletes live in a hyper-masculine subculture where sex is available at every turn, where mail piles often are littered with nude photos, where team loyalty can outweigh marital loyalty.

This climate can pose dangers to athletes and the women they get involved with. Athletes can be victimized by predatory women. And women can be victimized because some athletes, so accustomed to getting what they want, assume they are entitled to get their way in the bedroom. When they don't, it can lead to misunderstandings and much worse.

No matter how many warnings athletes get from their leagues — the NFL, NBA, NHL and Major League Baseball cover this topic in rookie orientation — the scandals continue.

The FBI has gotten involved in investigating a scam in which a woman poses as a groupie, slips a drug into an athlete's drink and goes to his room with him, where he passes out. She then takes compromising photos of him — sometimes with a male accomplice. The media reported that this happened to at least one Yankee, and an NBA source said a similar incident happened during All-Star weekend.

More often, however, the headlines are about athletes accused of rape and other forms of violence against women. Roughly 100 athletes per year — college and pro — face charges of violence against women, according to The Institute for Diversity and Ethics in Sports.

Source: Michelle Kaufman at KRT


According to Jeff Benedict and Don Yaeger (Investigative Sports Reporters), when former Minnesota Viking Carl Hargrave was pulled over for drunk driving in the 90's, this incident threatened to unleash a chain of events. Hargrave was confident this incident could be covered up by team fixer-Steve Rollins. He had watched his fellow coaches and players avoid accountability for their actions, time and time again. Why should his run in with the cops be any different?

Prior to this, Hargrave had been rescued by Rollins after his relentless attempts to bed a Minneapolis-area nude dancer. This nearly exposed a deep dark secret: According to writers Benedict and Yaager, then coach Dennis Green had allegedly already bedded the same woman, impregnated her and paid her to have an abortion in order to save his career.

Right after Green was named head coach of the Vikings in the 90's, the director of team operations (Dan Endy) allegedly began receiving reports from a female sales representative who reported unwanted sexual advances being made towards her by Dennis Green. Allegedly, Green was requiring her to meet him for breakfast. Green, who was married at the time would always conclude the breakfast session by kissing her on the lips. He allegedly did this around other employees.

Other allegations persist that Green frequently phoned another young woman (intern) during the middle of the night and once even offered to come over and help keep her warm. This woman said Green also told her, that he and his wife had an "arrangement."

Allegedly, the intern was offered $150,000 dollars to settle the matter out of court without publicity.

In the 90's, Former Vikings cheerleader Michelle Eaves sued the team and quarterback Warren Moon. In her suit, Eaves, who was an exotic dancer before being hired by the Vikings claimed that Moon made unwanted sexual advances and that she had consulted with her husband on how to deflect them.

Eaves added that Moon summoned her to his room, when she arrived, he insisted on oral sex. Moon denied the charges but settled the case for $150,000 dollars. Eaves was barred by the terms of the settlement from ever discussing the complaint publicly.

Source: "Pros & Cons," by: Jeff Benedict & Don Yaeger


Timothy Montgomery (born January 25, 1975) is a former American athlete and 100 meter record holder. He was stripped of his records after being found guilty of using performance-enhancing drugs. He has been charged by federal investigators in a New York-based check fraud scheme and for dealing heroin in the Hamptom Roads area of Virginia.

In April 2006, Montgomery was indicted and arrested on fraud charges for his alleged involvement in a money laundering scheme. He is accused of depositing three bogus checks totaling $775,000. Montgomery allegedly received $20,000 for his participation. His former coach, Steven Riddick, was also a defendant in the case.

Riddick is serving a five-year prison term and Montgomery's former girlfriend, Marion Jones (the mother of his son) is serving a six-month prison term for lying to investigators about the check-fraud scam and using steroids.

Montgomery plead guilty to the charges on April 9, 2007. He is due to be sentenced in November, and is expected to serve up to 46 months in prison.

On May 1, 2008, an indictment was unsealed that accused the 33-year-old sprinter of dealing more than 100 grams of heroin in the Virginia over the past year, according to The Virginian Pilot, the daily newspaper in Virginia Beach, Va.  Montgomery told the newspaper he knew nothing of the accusations and that his arrest was a "total surprise."


Rewind: Former NFL player Lawrence Phillips (pictured above) is the worst batterer in NFL history. He was recruited by the University of Nebraska. When the team returned from East Lansing, Michigan, he went looking for his ex-girlfriend, Kate McEwan, he found her talking to another football player and proceeded to drag her down a stairwell by her long blonde hair, he stopped abusing her when the player intervened.

Despite the domestic abuse incident, Phillips was drafted by the St. Louis Rams and was released for insubordination in 1997. He signed with the Dolphins but was later released. In 1999, he played in NFL Europe. From there, he signed with the San Francisco 49ers.

When Phillips was playing for the SF 49ers, one evening, he got into an altercation with a woman in a nightclub. When he asked her to dance, she politely declined, Phillips responded by punching her in the face numerous times. Teammates had to pull him off the woman.

He was released from the 49ers after missing practice. Phillips is also credited with missing the block that ended Steve Young's career.

When he moved to Canada to play in the Canadian Football League, within months, he was wanted on another domestic abuse charge. Later that year, he was wanted for two domestic disputes in San Diego, one incident involved Phillips choking a woman into unconsciousness and Los Angeles police were seeking Phillips in connection with yet another domestic incident in Los Angeles.

On August 21, 2005, Phillips was arrested for assault following a dispute with teens during a pick-up football game. Afterwards, he tried to run them over with his car.


Lawrence Phillips was sentenced to ten years in prison for running three teenagers (14, 15, & 19) over with his car. One of the victims had dreams of one day playing in the NFL but his leg was mangled in the accident.

Lewis Billups (October 10, 1963, Tampa, Florida–April 10, 1994, Orlando, FL) was a former NFL cornerback who played seven seasons with the Cincinnati Bengals and Green Bay Packers.

At the end of his NFL career, Billups had a number of brushes with the law. He reportedly threatened to kill Jenny Chapman, the sister of NBA player Rex Chapman, whom he was dating.

He eventually served over a year in prison, gaining his release on April 4, 1994. Six days later, Billups died in a car crash when driving at speeds in excess of 100 mph he lost control on Interstate 90 of his Corvette convertible, destroying over 50 meters of steel railing. Billups' friend who was seated next to him was killed on impact but Billups was thrown from the car and was later found by highway patrol men attending to the scene. Billups was taken to the Orlando hospital where he died from his injuries.

*Update for a story that was previously reported on this site.

Several years ago, I accompanied my best friend to an audition. The audition was a cess pool of beautiful black women vying for a makeup commercial, but one black woman stood out.

I agreed not to mention her name in this piece, but I will say this, she is one of the most beautiful black women I've ever seen in my life and she has a nice personality.

Later, I was not surprised when I was informed that she was being pursued by several multi-millionaire ballers, including Shaq (before his marriage).

Shaq even dated her. And, she was often in the company of famous and rich men.

Sadly, tragedy struck. She was in a car accident that left her paralyzed but due to her beauty, these millionaire ballers continued dating her despite her disability.

We were recently informed that she will undergo a medical procedure that has the potential for her to regain feeling in her legs, so she can regain her balance and walk again.

We at PR wish her the best!



The "Gold Club," was the number one gentlemen's club in the world. The club grossed $20 million per year and had 150 of the prettiest strippers in the world. A-List athletes and celebrities patronized this club on a regular basis until the club got busted for mob connections.

Dozens of athletes and celebrities, including: Patrick Ewing, Terrell Davis, Dennis Rodman, Andruw Jones, Madonna and Stephen Baldwin patronized the ‘Gold Club.’

Athletes received special treatment inside the VIP rooms. The dancers were asked to do erotic dances and perform sex acts to arouse the players. The more the dancers did for the athletes, the more they got paid. Sometimes things got out of hand behind closed doors. Men got carried away. The dancers fed into it. It was not unusual for the dancers in the VIP rooms to make between $2,000-$3,000 per night.

In March of 1999, the FBI raided the club and the federal government filed a 100-page racketeering indictment against Kaplan and sixteen club employees, alleging that the club had became a den for prostitution, illegal drug use, money laundering, extortion, credit-card fraud and tax evasion.

Meanwhile, Patrick Ewing was called to testify.

Ewing admitted that the girls danced for him, he got aroused. They performed oral sex on him. He hung around a bit longer, talked to them, and left.


CHICAGO – A judge in Chicago has denied bail for an attorney accused of killing New York Knicks' player Eddy Curry's ex-girlfriend and her infant daughter.

Fredrick Goings (3rd photo) is charged with first-degree murder in the January shooting deaths of 24-year-old Nova Henry and her 10-month-old daughter, Ava.

In court on Monday, prosecutors called the baby Ava Curry Henry and later said they believe she was Curry's daughter.

Authorities say Goings and Nova Henry were romantically involved and that Goings represented Henry in a paternity case with Curry.

Prosecutors allege Henry tried unsuccessfully to end a romantic relationship with Goings and was disputing a $23,500 legal fee Goings had charged her.

Goings' attorney, John Lyke, says his client is innocent.

Source: Nubian


Duane Julius Thomas, first two photos, (born June 21, 1947 in Dallas, Texas) is a former football running back in the National Football League who played four seasons for the Dallas Cowboys and Washington Redskins from 1970 to 1974. During his reign, Thomas was the best running back in the game and led the Cowboys to a Super Bowl win in 1972; he also worked out with NFL legend, Jim Brown.

Thomas led the league in touchdowns in the 1971 NFL season with eleven rushing touchdowns and thirteen overall.

In a contract dispute with Cowboys management, Thomas was traded before the 1971 season to the New England Patriots. Thomas immediately got into a dispute with Patriots coach John Mazur, and after a few days, the NFL granted the Patriots' request to void the trade, sending the disgruntled player back to the Cowboys.

Thomas refused to speak with any of the Cowboys players, coaches or management for the entire season.

After scoring touchdowns, Thomas would silently discourage congratulations from teammates. He would then walk to the bench and sit down by himself, refusing to communicate or celebrate with anyone.

In 1974, despite his amazing talent and elusiveness on the gridiron, Thomas walked away from the game after a one year stint with the San Diego charges and a one year stint with the Washington Redskins.









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