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The coach who saved my life

Dr. Kim Playfoot walked into my hospital room like a breath of fresh air. She was tall and blonde, full of jokes but was no nonsense at the same time. She introduced herself and sat at the end of my uncomfortable hospital bed. “You are lucky,” she said. “You have suffered what we call a minor stroke, but in my mind there is no such thing as a minor stroke. A stroke is a stroke. Here is what we’re going to do. We are going to take care of you and I know you are going to do everything you can to get better. I know you will. I believe in you. This is a team effort. Our joy is going to be the day you walk out of here and go home to your family.” She then turned to my wife Abs. “I know you are worried about him. I know you are strong. But I need a favor from you. No looking back. Do not rehash what he did or did not do in the past. We are looking at today and toward the future.” I loved this woman. I wasn’t being lectured by a doctor. I thought I was getting a game plan from Vince Lombardi. So I gave her the nickname “Coach.” I suffered an ischemic stroke which restricted blood flow to the brain. It is similar to a heart attack. In fact back in the day they called strokes brain attacks. She said it was a close call between life and death. She showed me a 3-D image of all the vessels and veins inside my brain. They were all healthy and free flowing, sort of like the Lodge at three in the morning. But there was a weak broken down vein on the left side. The blood flow in this vein became sluggish like I-94 during rush hour. I lost my ability to speak and my fine motor skills which made it difficult to type or wash myself. This vein has probably been like this since childhood. It was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Here is where luck came in. If that vein became clogged instead of sluggish I’d be dead or paralyzed. A few days ago we suffered a horrific loss in sports media world when Jamie Samuelsen died at the tender age of 48 of colon cancer. Jamie sent a message to all. Get a colonoscopy. It is not that bad. I come with a message also. Watch your sodium or salt intake. That is what landed me in the hospital. Read the labels at the super market. If something has 800 milligrams or 1,000 milligrams of sodium you should probably leave it in the store. Order the small fries instead of the jumbo fries. Or ask the restaurant to lightly salt your fries. Sometimes we ask for no seasoning. I have a new side chick. Her name is Ms. Dash – a no salt seasoning that I put on chicken, beef and vegetables. I even found a low sodium Memphis style rub when I smoke ribs or pulled pork. I found it at the Eastern Market and it is just as delicious. I used to believe that most strokes were caused by high stress. That is not true. Sodium is the main culprit. So watch it. Do you know what one of the more dangerous meals are? Soup. Soup is loaded with sodium. Coach also told me I needed to lose weight. She said people who walk around with big bellies are more prone to sickness. I lost 46 pounds. I do not have a wash board stomach but it went from puffy to a little pouch. So let’s lose the stomachs too gang. Coach got up to continue her rounds. There were other patients to see. She’d be back the next day to check up on me and monitor my treatment. Thank you Coach.

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Boombayey Podcast # 2

Terry Foster Podcast
Boombayey Podcast # 2







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Welcome to the second episode of Boombayey Podcast  with Terry Foster. Joining Terry for this show is Ryan, E.Lund, and special guests Rhonda Moss, and Rico Beard.

Segment 1: Too hot for radio storytime with Terry.  Why are you not watching ESPN? Do  play by play crews add anything to the game?

Segment 2: Michigan and MSU seasons so far and where they’re headed.

Bonus segment: Mt. Rushmore of professional wrestling

Another podcast coming Thursday!

 

 

 

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Welcome to my new blog and pod cast

Hello again.

My name is Terry Foster and I am the guy that used to write for the news paper in Detroit and did sports talk radio.

My life was on a roll until I suffered a stroke last year and my life has changed. I blame myself for not monitoring my blood pressure better. A doctor has since told me that I may have been dealt a bad set of veins inside my brain and they were ticking time bombs ready to clog up.

I was lucky. The veins became sluggish, but not clogged. So I lived another day.

I am a new man and I want to share my thoughts with old friends in this blog and through podcasting. I will talk about my new life, my old life, Detroit sports, or whatever else crosses my mind. It will be personal at times. And I will rap on real life and real issues.

In other words I want to be a voice, no matter how small it may be now.

I also need your help. I want to pay the people helping me and donate to charities I’ve worked with.  Heart to Hart passes out food, blankets, clothing and personal items to the homeless while the Enchanted Barn saves and houses mistreated animals and has inner city kids come out and  learn to take care of them.

My pal Melissa runs the Enchanted Barn and needs our help.

I got involved with Heart to Hart after seeing people huddle near steam pipes on cold winter days after leaving Lion games at night. My heart sank seeing this.

Selfishly I still want to get my word out and entertain even though I am retired. And why not tryet to help those that help others?

I will continue my blog also. I plan to peck out a few words that I hope entertain you, and move you to action, tears or laughter. If you don’t care what I have to say I won’t be offended. Move on. Nothing to see here.

I will try to help you lose weight.

I will try to help you get healthy.

And I will do the impossible. I will try to get you to understand the Detroit Lions.

And I will eventually pick up a note pad and try to break a story or two. I need to talk to my league people first.

I hope you enjoy. I do believe there is room to praise me or rip me. Go ahead. We are friends.

I will not comment about Donald Trump because pro Trump and anti Trump people are like roaches. They never go away and they keep barking the same nonsense for weeks at a time.

How am I feeling since quitting radio? Good but not great. Doctors say I won’t fully recover until the fall. But I no longer get evening headaches and am not exhausted at the end of the day.

Thanks for dropping by. I hope you return again.

 

 

 

I had the police talk with my son again — just to be sure

The turmoil between some police and black males has gotten so intense lately that I picked up the phone and refreshed “The Talk” with my 19 year old son Brandon.

The Talk is something every dad should have with their sons or daughters. How must you conduct yourself if stopped by the police so everybody returns home safe and sound?

I worry more because he is in East Lansing and during his drives is under the jurisdiction of Lansing and East Lansing police along with the Ingham County Sheriffs.

I reminded him that he cannot win during a stop with police, especially as a black male. Do not make sudden moves. Comply no matter how ridiculous the request or disrespectful the officer. Our main objective is bringing Brandon home safely.

We will pay the fine. We will get you out of jail as quickly as we can. The only thing we cannot do is bring you back to life.

Twenty year old Duane Wright made the fatal mistake of trying to flee and was fatally shot. He should not have been killed, but those are the potential consequences when you step outside the lines.

Things are so bad that they are tasing brothers with revolvers.

A military uniform isn’t a safe haven either. Lt Sgt. Caron Nazario was maced and yelled at as he sat in his car with his hands held outside his car. Officers appeared to be upset because he did not immediately pull over when stopped and decided to drive to a lighted gas station. The way the police were acting it was a move that may have saved his life.

There are some who said he should have complied and left the vehicle when police demanded it. They are right. However, Nazario said he was fearful of leaving his car. A policeman immediately said; “You should be.”

Brandon said he has followed all of the incidents closely and that he remembers all the things I’ve told him over the years.

“Don’t worry dad,” he said.

Sorry. But I do worry.

Brandon was pulled over once in West Bloomfield and he followed my commands to a tee. He said the incident was peaceful and a learning experience. We hope it is always like this.

I ask this question to gain knowledge. But do police pull guns on white people during routine traffic stops? Brandon’s Uncle Derek was stopped for speeding in central Michigan and the officer approached with his gun pointing at him.

A police officer in Novi reached for his gun after pulling me over near 12 Oaks Mall. He recognized my voice from radio and kept the gun in his holster.

“Why are you speeding on my watch T Foss,” he joked.

I’ve had a gun pointed at me and it is very scary. I am sure I sounded like a babbling idiot until the gun was put away.

Police in Waterford, Walled Lake, Grosse Pointe, Oakland County and Detroit have given me their cell phone numbers and told me to call if I get stopped in their city. They said the overwhelming number of police want to do the right thing. But they admitted there are a handful of guys that are either afraid of black people or don’t like them.

I hope Brandon never runs into those people. I am happy Brandon and I went over “The Talk” again. I want him to be safe. I want him to grow up to be an old man like me.

“I appreciate you talking to me dad,” he said. “But don’t worry. I got this.”

Sorry. I am a dad. We are paid to worry.

Getting rocked by The Sunday spirit

Pastor Hickey began his Sunday sermons at Allen Temple AME church like many black pastors across America. They began in a low, calm tone. It was almost like telling a toddler a bedtime story before watching them fall asleep for the night.

A few minutes later tempered turned into thunder. When he wanted his message to be clear. When he wanted his gospel to resonate for the rest of the week Pastor Hickey’s voice rose to unprecedented heights.

A chorus of “Preach brother preach” rang out from the old men in front. The sisters nodded their heads in unison with songs of “Ummmmm. Hmmmmm.”

And then the magic happened. One of the elder ladies would rise, throw her hand in the air and shreik.

“OH LORD JESUS CHRIST!! OH MY SAVIOR! DEAR GOD. SAVE ME! SAVE ME!”

She’d leave her seat and dance down the aisles, all the time screaming with her hand in the air. I was petrified the first time witnessing this. I was around 6 or 7 years old. I turned to my aunt with a worried look and asked her what was happening? Was this lady going to be OK?

“Don’t worry baby,” my aunt said. “She’s just got the spirit in her.”

Eventually the woman calmed down and Pastor Hickey became the center of attention again. Sometimes he’d joke about it.

“We see sister Jenkins got that spirit,” he’d said. “I bet it felt good. Lord have mercy.”

Even today, the spirit confuses me. It seems as if the spirit only hits older black females. I’ve never seen a man get the spirit. I’ve never seen a white person get the spirit. If they do, it is not in this way.

My family has alternated going to Orchard Lake Community Church and Hartford Memorial Baptist Church in Detroit. Orchard Lake is a mostly white congregation and I have yet to see someone get the spirit. I have seen mostly older black women get the spirit at Hartford.

I’ve been assured that everybody gets the spirit. Every demographic. Every race. Every age. Every gender. I have yet to see it. I would love to hear your experiences with witnessing or getting filled with the spirit.

Hit me up.

Stand up and cheer for Yabba Dabba Baddoo

A few years ago the Detroit Tigers pushed a catchy slogan of “Who’s your Tiger?”

In other words who do you pay close attention to? Who do you root for? Who do you admire?

Put me down for left fielder Akil Baddoo, who should be taking the town by storm during this brief baseball season. Yes, the sample size is small but this former Rule 5 draft pick from the Minnesota Twins organization is making history in a Tigers uniform during his 15 minutes of fame.

Baddoo became just the ninth Tiger to hit a home run in his first Major League bat. And he did it on the first pitch to boot. He hit a grand slam the next day against Cleveland, although it was meaningless and simply tightened up a 15-1 drubbing at the time.

But it was cute seeing him do it before his loving parents at Comerica Park who cheered his every at bat.

Yeah, that is cute but what is he like in the clutch? Baddoo answered that question with a walk off single against Twins closer Hansel Gobles earlier this week.

This came from a guy that the Twins planned to stock pile in their farm system. But the rule 5 draft prevents teams from doing that when they can play in the Majors with another team.

He’s played for such power houses as the Cedar Rapids Kernals and the Fort Myers Miracles. You remember World Series runs by those two clubs, don’t you?

He only played 29 games for the Miracles in 2019 before his season ended because of Tommy John surgery on his left elbow. The Twins exposed Baddoo in the Rule 5 draft and the Tigers snapped him up with the third pick.

What the Tigers saw in him, I don’t know. He did hit .290 with the Miracles with four home runs and nine RBIs. But the scouts did their job and now he is a Tiger.

Yes, the sample size is small. Now you must hope Baddoo is not the next Chris Shelton. In 2006 “Red Pop” smashed nine home runs in his first 13 games. Shelton was a Rule 5 pick up who was drafted in the 33rd round by the Pittsburgh Pirates. Many of us thought another Al Kaline was in the making. However, he fizzled and the Tigers traded him to the Texas Rangers after one season in part because Shelton lost a battle with Marcus Thames for the final roster spot during spring training in 2007.

Hopefully this run continues and the spattering of Tigers fans allowed in Comerica Park can begin screaming in Fred Flintstone manner “Yabba Dabba Baddoo!”

We shall see.

Bally’s Sports Detroit should add a local show to the lineup

There is a new player in town on the Detroit sports scene called Bally’s Sports Detroit.

It replaces Fox Sports Detroit which went bye bye in a buy out involving huge corporations hundreds of miles from Detroit.

Now that the new player is flexing its muscle it is time for BSD to venture outside of its cookie cutter shows that involve the Tigers, Pistons and Red Wings. It’s time to make a bigger impact on the market besides the broadcast of the professional sports in Detroit.

Here is my proposal: A news opinion show involving local talent that airs at 5 p.m. week nights and again on weekends during the afternoon.

The one hour show would broadcast hot segments from shows on 97.1 The Ticket, The Woodward Sports Network or from the sports writers from The Detroit News or Free Press. All of the stations have evolved to the digital world and have in studio cameras and sound.

All that is needed is a digital exchange. This gives local stations added exposure and Bally’s additional general interest programming.

Bally’s does not want to add payroll or other expenses. Find a local sponsor to pay for it and bring in extra revenue.

It would make sense to broadcast segments of the Valenti and Rico Show, which is a ratings power in the afternoon on 97.1. However, BSN executives are scared of their own shadows and Valenti’s takes on local teams is too volcanic and they don’t want to deal with complaints from the local teams.

Bally’s also has the Bally’s also has Bally’s Sports Detroit girls. Instead of having them simply going around town looking cute give them an opportunity to do live updates and learn the business.

That’s my two cents for the day. What do you guys think about the idea?

Michigan defeat shows how difficult it is to make a Final Four

Now we see how difficult it is to make the Final Four in college basketball.

Perfection isn’t needed every night. But when the spot light turned on, Michigan was turned away by a gritty UCLA defense and an off night that cost the Wolverines in a 51-49 bummer of a game in Indianapolis.

Did some of you cancel plans to drive down to Indy after seeing how fortunate UCLA was in making this run past Michigan State and Alabama? Did you think about checking out the Final Four after witnessing a very doable path to the Big Dance?

Michigan looked like the better team until it was time to prove it was the better team. The Wolverines were the No.1 seed in the East region and No. 11 UCLA got in the tournament by the skin of its teeth. However, March Madness is often March Maddening.

Maybe some folks can have a better appreciation of Michigan State coach Tom Izzo for leading his team to eight Final Fours.

How could Franz Wagner and Hunter Dickinson be so pedestrian? Why did Eli Brooks rush that open put back near the end of the game? Players will be asking questions that cannot be answered for years to come.

Michigan does not get a shot against Gonzaga, which looks like the class of the field and would smack the Wolverines as it has butchered everybody else.

“It’s very disappoint for our guys,” said coach Juwan Howard. “Coming down to one possession. But that’s how it goes sometimes.”

Despite looking mortal for the first time in the tournament the game boiled down to a missed Wagner three-point shot at the buzzer.

Michigan often rushed when prudence was needed. Dickinson often turned into traffic when the middle was open. Wagner looked like a mess and Smith did not lead well enough as lead guard.

Part of the problem was the play of the Bruins. Once again perfection wasn’t needed and UCLA was anything but perfect. But UCLA had a lot going for it on the blue collar side of the ledger. And there is one more lesson. It is difficult to beat a team with an old cooter as a mascot.

Sister Jean hogged the air waves the last two tournaments for Loyola of Chicago. Now Hep Cronin — the dad of UCLA coach Mick Cronin — is the old-time mascot we soon will grow tired of watching.

Let’s Go!! Give Woodward Sports Network a try.

It’s not radio. It’s not television. The Woodward Sports Network is a combination of both on the Internet.

If you are looking for more Detroit driven sports content give the men and women of the Woodward Sports Network a shot. They are sports fans who love their teams. Unlike me, they use the term “we” when they talk about the Lions, Tigers, Pistons and Red Wings” I don’t, but that’s OK.

The network is led by people named Stick, Home Team, Full Court, Pilar, Mr. Peabody, Maz, Fish, D Mac, Eazy E, The Atomic Dog, Sean Baligian and J Bell. Two — Darren Mc Carty and Joique Bell — are former professional Detroit athletes. They even let me hang around for a couple hours a week.

I appear on the Morning Woodward Show on Thursday from 9-9:45 am. And I will be on the Baligian and Bell Show Monday’s from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m while Joique is away trying to solve the world’s problems.

There has been a transformation with McCarty. When he did radio before he sounded like gruff Darren McCarty. Now he sounds more like Canadian Darren McCarty. It’s hard to explain. You will have to listen to The Hook to find out.

They love to mess with Tom Mazawey. Every time Maz mentions New York he is shot with 100 volts of electricity. They do the same to me when I mention the Bad Boys 30 for 30.

There are three live shows Monday through Friday. Shows are also archived and can be listened to at your leisure. If you are up at 4 in the morning you can listen to any show you desire.

They even have an app now. I go to either You Tube, Facebook or Twitter, search for the show name and watch shows live.

The network will broadcast all of its shows Opening Day from The Brass Rail Pizza Bar on Adams two blocks from Comerica Park beginning at 8 in the morning.

Drop by and meet the network stars. They don’t bite. Except D Mac when he’s really hungry.

Here is the Monday through Friday lineup:

The Morning Woodward Show: 8-10 a.m.

Baligian and Bell: 11-1 p.m.

The Hook: 3-5 p.m.

It seems like some want Covid to win this war

Anne is not one of my tip top of the line friends only because she lives hundreds of miles away in a small Oklahoma town which prevents us from doing silly things together to bond a better friendship. She is Lippy the Party Girl and has a soothing voice that would put you to sleep after reading one bed time story.

Lippy is a graduate of Kansas University and helped guide one of my neighbors into becoming a Jayhawk. She is also very nice and would not hurt a fly even if it landed on her favorite snack.

All she wants to do in life is enjoy a good glass of wine while wearing a sun dress, sandals and a straw hat. What is the harm in that?

Like many of us Lippy had a difficult 2020. Shut downs and ignorant behavior made life difficult. She now sees a light at the end of the tunnel and celebrated about how happy she was after getting her second Covid vaccine. It was from Pfizer if you keeping score at home.

Her innocent post stirred up the jerks on line. An anti-vaccine person who does not know Lippy decided to ruin her day. He posted something to the effect that Lippy won’t be celebrating much longer after contracting a disease from the shot that will end her life prematurely. Then he called her dumb and gullible.

This from a complete stranger to a complete stranger. What was the point? Why push his anti-vaccine agenda? Seeing this time line angered me. I call these people Antizines, the people who refuse to take the vaccine and do not want you to also.

They attacked me also when I announced getting my second shot. That did not bother me. I’m a jerk. Lippy is not.

It baffles me why Antizines push their agenda to perfect strangers, why they feel the need to tell us we are dumb, gullible and should not listen to science and the government. Several told me that my side effects would be so severe that I’d be up all night calling for my mommy. That never happened and its been five days since taking the second Moderna vaccine.

One of my best friends won’t take the shot but is not an Antizine. She celebrated with me when I told her I was fully vaccinated. She did not shame me or ridicule me or nag me about the pain and suffering I would go through. She simply explained why she is on the fence and wished me well.

During Covid we have faced people that don’t want you to wear a mask. They don’t want you to vaccinate yourselves. I want this stuff to end. I want life to return as close to normal as possible.

I keep asking these people the same question. Then what are we supposed to do? I have yet to get an answer.

Are we supposed to let the pandemic win?

Asian hate is real. Let’s stop it ASAP

A nervous acting Asian woman pushed her small child in a stroller inside TJ Maxx in Novi. I nodded my head, smiled and gave a little wave to show support and brotherhood.

Asians are the latest minority group to be under attack in this country and I wanted to make sure this woman felt some love — even if it was for a brief second. I know what its like to be scorned because of skin color. At least for me it has not resulted in bodily harm. But it results into uncomfortable situations and fear.

Whites in particular do not believe your stories when you say somebody called you a name or treated you poorly because of skin color. Just because they don’t think that way, they believe it is impossible for others to do so. You tell them your stories and you need documentation and photographs to convince them.

I’ve told stories and had people tell me it did not happen because “this is 1988. Or this is 2010. Or Barack Obama is president. Things like this no longer happen.”

For instance we asked a white guy to take a photo of our family at Graceland in Memphis. He angrily told us to “go to hell.” His wife apologized and said “he gets this way sometimes.” About 10 minutes later this guy eagerly took a photo of an all white family in front of an Elvis bust.

A few years ago an old white guy told me inside the Pontiac Lake Inn in Waterford he did not like niggers. He caught me in a weird mood. Instead of telling the guy off I said: “I don’t like them either. If you see one let me know.”

I winked at a brother who downed one of their burgers at the bar.

They don’t believe the statistics that say that Asian hate crime has spike 120 percent since the Covid-19 hit our shores. People in our country are ignorant. They blame people that had no role in spreading the virus for spreading the virus.

They are blaming people from Vietnam, Japan, South Korea and from the United States for the pandemic. Here is what you might believe. White people are not the sole perpetrators of these crimes. The hate toward Asians is coming from blacks, Hispanics and whites.

We are all to blame and all should be ashamed of how our fellow men and women are behaving.

Asians are getting punched, kicked and spat on at a record breaking rate. Some Einstein said the crimes might be happening, but these are not hate crimes. Asians, especially older ones, make a lot of money. Did criminals just make this discovery in the last 12 months?

Bing Zhang of Ray Chinese School in Chicago said that the community did not want Asian students to return to school for fear of spreading the Coronavirus.

“We were born here. We are American. There is nothing wrong with us,” Zhang told the Chicago Tribune during a rally to bring attention to Asian hate crimes. “We didn’t do anything wrong. We are not the cause of Covid.”

The media is under attack because it continues to call the Atlanta massage shootings a hate crime although alleged shooter Robert Aaron Long and his friends and family claim he had a sex addiction, not an anti Asian bias. However, Asian leaders believe it was a hate crime therefore the media should cover the story that way until the Asian community deems it a non story.

Asian thoughts have been smothered for generations in this country. It’s like their views don’t count.

Let’s be part of the solution and not part of the problem. If you see somebody who does not look like you, how about giving them a quick smile. We’ll hold off on the hugs until after the pandemic.

The second Covid shot has been a breeze so far

Wife Abs cocked her head and looked me straight in the eye. She does this sometimes when she is fishing for the truth.

She wanted to make sure I was doing fine after my second Covid-19 shot Sunday morning.

“I am fine,” I told her.

No chills. No arm soreness. No headaches. No fever.

Check. Check. Check and check.

I do not want to jinx myself. But at 11:17 a.m. Sunday morning I took my second Covid-19 vaccine. I felt the poke and went about my business. I was the same after my first shot about a month ago.

Many people reached out to warn me about the pain and anguish I was about to go through. Leading the charge was wife Abs who loves me and cares for me. I was told to shut it down the rest of my Sunday. Instead, I went shopping and later did a six mile walk around the lake because it was such a beautiful day.

Wait until I go to bed. Then I’d feel poorly. That didn’t happen. Instead I had a goofy dream that I was covering a game with a young man named Tom Mazaway who kept offering me aspirin to ease the pain in my sore arm.

He kept bugging me about the arm. I finally told him to shut up and leave me alone because I felt fine. I knew the pain would hit when I woke up this morning.

Nope. I felt fine. I don’t want to jinx myself but I plan on having a normal day.

People reached out on Twitter. They reached out on Facebook and in real life. I even head from the anti-vaccine people who swear that I’d been filled with poison and electronics that will track my every move.

So far no space ships and helicopters have followed me.

Before getting the shot wife Abs warned about all the bad side effects. I told her I didn’t want to hear it. I wanted to remain positive and let the chips fall where they may.

It’s still early. Anything can happen, but I am going to take my positive ass around town and hope for the best.