Life
Who is Chris Reese?
I am just a man that loves reality. I give my all to Women in Sports because even they can say they don’t know many men that will stand for them.
I read the Bible before. In it, not too many women were mentioned. In it, I kinda got the feeling that God didn’t need much from woman. I’ve always assumed that even worse than black men in America, women in general had a worse and steeper hill to climb.
Throughout history, even biblical history, that very notion is still TRUE! So it is for that one reason alone why I’ll never show fear when speaking for and about the women I’ll love and respect forever. That’s Chris Reese the TITLE IX NETWORK sports writer.
Who am I completely? I love my country. Funny story. I actually HATE my country. Yep. I said it.
Love/HATE is the only way to love something or someone. How? I love this country for one reason. Here, even if I know I respect my opponent, it’s still American for me to say, “I am going to win!” Even if I know I probably won’t. Here, I’ve yet to see a losing attitude. That’s why I love it. I love it because I didn’t know I did until I donned the United States Marine Corps uniform. Defending America means something. The look in the eyes of a man I know can’t stand looking at me the person, actually looks and feels welcoming when that uniform is on. Now that I no longer wear it, for everyone that has been there before me, was there with me, and will follow me, I still wear my flag for them. I still and will always wear that flag for that same man or woman. No matter the level of HATE that will always be against the condition of my people here in America, I love it because they hate to love me.
I hate this place because out of all of the world’s history, ours sucks the most. We’re always vulnerable, and we cry a lot. We dance to the music of people we disrespect. At the moment of figuring that one out, I’ll erase the hate I have.
All in all, I am an American because someone died for me to be just that. Someone died for me to love and hate my history as an American. I say to that someone, I love you. Not because you died or because I could care less what you look like. I love you my Fellow American Brother and Sister because you’re an American!
