Wow! 2013 came in like the Chicago Hawk on the lakefront in the middle of winter. January was a flurry of activities that were plucked right out of of R& B artist Usher’s Confessions CDs. It’s been said that confession is good for the soul, and so it seems it was at the start of the year.
It started with the revelation that college footbal star Manti Teo’s girlfriend was not real. Seems that the woman that he was in love with was nothing more than an internet hoax. She was born on the internet and died on the internet. So, Teo had to come clean that he’d never met the woman that he professed his dying love for, and that their relationship was exclusively online.
Speaking of coming clean, following on the heels of Teo, was the confession of Lance Armstrong, for mer poster child for the Tour de France cycling event. In an exclusive interview with talk show guru Oprah Winfrey, Armstrong admitted publicly that he had used performance enchance drugs throughout his reign as cyclying champion. After vehemently denying that he was using drugs, Armstrong was found guilty, but had not talked openly about it. So, Armstrong decided to have a sit-down with Winfrey and discuss his doping days.
Although Armstrong was forth coming, Beyonce was initially tight-lipped following the discovery that she lipped-synced the national anthem during President Obama’s second presidential inauguration. Lip syncing the national anthem? A crime no less than treason it seemed for all of the attention the incident got. But Beyonce silenced the critics when she called a press conference before her Super bowl performance and belted out the national anthem accapella. After she finished singing, she addressed any lingering questions about her lip syncing incident.
And if that wasn’t enough for one month, it was discovered that football great Dan Morino admits to fathering a child during an extra marital affair with a CBS employee. Seems that Morino paid his Baby Mama a large sum of hush money, but the story was leaked.
Though I’m not generally a trend follower, I do think that confession can be good for the soul especially when it's volunteered on the behalf of the confesser. So, I am going to join my co-confessors and fess up to my dirty little secret. I didn’t watch any of the inaugural activities. I had the day off and I didn’t even tune in. I just sort of piddled around the house. OMG! This is bad. I’m black, so I’m confessing and hoping that my black card is not revoked. Because we all know that 100 percent of African-Americans love us some Saint Obama. Wow, now I know how Teo, Armstrong and Beyonce must have felt to lift that ten-ton burden off their chests because I feel better now and. . .