The Boxing Star is a fiction publication created in 2023 for “The Tale of DJ Flip.” It is a boxing news publication founded by Gail Nobles for the boxing characters. Its first issue has a cover story on The amateur boxer Domino Storm and the Heavyweight champion Sphinx Bazel. See it at https://thetaleofdjflip.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-boxing-star-domino-storm-falls-short.html
Video by: Gail Nobles To see the full short video of the character Sphinx Bazel, go to https://open.spotify.com/episode/1t6kAtrufXfN9SbPAzc9xV?si=gj7iOHd8RP6J2WL1kAXxDw See him underwater.
Sphinx Bazel born Bazel Abdella is a fiction Egyptian professional boxer. He is nicknamed Samson because of his super strength. Bazel grew up in Jamaica, but he was born in Luxor which is a modern city in Upper (southern) Egypt. He is known as the greatest and most dangerous boxer of all time with a deadly punch. Bazel has fought a powerful amateur opponent named Domino Storm. He gave Domino a chance to fight him. Bazel knew that Domino didn't fight like an amateur. He fought better than any pro boxer he had ever fought. The first time Bazel fought Domino, it was a tie. The second time Domino lost the fight in 30 rounds. The fight made history as one of the longest fights ever. Listen to the Podcast the Tale of DJ Flip https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-tale-of-dj-flip
Domino Storm is a fiction amateur boxer going for the heavyweight title. He is the sports personality of our time. He is now the champion in the light heavyweight division. Domino is aiming at turning professional. He is a Christian supporting the Christian leader, Mr. Time, whose real name is Jerald Murphy. His first fight was against another tough amateur boxer named Mike Collins. The fight was aired on radio station WDJF. Storm has fought Sphinx Bazel over in Egypt, and the fight was a tie. He lost the fight the second time around. Sphinx Bazel and Domino Storm fought in the longest boxing match ever the second time around. They fought up to 30 rounds. Listen to the Podcast the Tale of DJ Flip https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-tale-of-dj-flip
EPS is growing bigger. When the podcast first started, it was just a podcast about streetball and now there is more. It's latest episode is about the UFC (Daiju Takase escape Emmanuel Yarbrough). More categories for sports are being added for the sports show. If you would like to check out the EPS podcast, you are welcome to do so. https://www.spreaker.com/show/eps-streetball
Entertainment Podcasting Sports (EPS) is a podcast about streetball and more. I started the podcast with streetball stories because when I saw the show AND 1 Mixtape Tour, the streetball players were exciting and amazing to me. AND1 Mixtape Tour is a traveling basketball competition. It was my first time seeing streetball on television. The streetball players looked as if they were playing more freely on the outdoor court than on the indoor court of the NBA. It looked like a whole complete and different and more exciting game. I saw the players and more of their talent. I saw their talent more than I would have if they had been playing on the NBA court; playing by the rules of the NBA game. So why didn't I just name the podcast Streetball? Well, I did at first, but I knew that I would run into a variety of history about talented people in sports. I find some athletic people have the ability to play different sports. If you would like to hear the show EPS, go to https://www.spreaker.com/show/eps-streetball
There are street legends unheard of. There are legends not known waiting to be recognized. You may be that legend waiting to become a legend like Dr. J. His real name is Julius Erving. Dr. J could take a ball out of the air, and he would dunk it. Because of how well he played, people tried to name him all kind of names. The Claw, Black Moses, and Houdini. He said, “…. if they wanted to call me anything, call me Dr.” It is said that people would watch Dr. J play all up on the roof. He drew the greatest crowd in the history of the Rucker pro league. People were up in the trees sitting on branches. It is said that people could not see enough of the game. People would be up on the bridges. Dr. J at Harlem famed Rucker park. That is where the legend of Dr. J started. The young crowd may not know about Dr. J. He could hang in the air a long time and extend his long right arm under the left part of the basket and make the shot. If you're a young player playing basketball listening to my podcast; if you desire to be the greatest in basketball, watch some old films and clips of Dr. J playing basketball. He had moves like no other player, and you'll see how other players may have been inspired by him that you might have heard of. Regarded as one of the greatest and most influential basketball players of all time and the greatest ABA player of all time, Erving helped legitimize the American Basketball Association (ABA) and was the best-known player in that league when it merged into the National Basketball Association (NBA) after the 1975–76 season. Erving won three championships, four Most Valuable Player Awards, and three scoring titles with the ABA's Virginia Squires and New York Nets (now the NBA's Brooklyn Nets) and the NBA's Philadelphia 76ers. He was well known for slam dunking from the free throw line in slam dunk contests. Julius known as Dr. J said, “It's still a kids game and you have to approach it as you did when you were a kid. Some days you wake up and your body hurt. Do what you do best for as long as you can.” Dr. J is one of the greatest basketball player, and you could be next. I'm Gail Nobles and your listening to Entertainment Podcasting Sports - Streetball. https://www.spreaker.com/user/gnaudio/dr-j-and-you-could-be-next-4-20-21-9-34-
How often do you hear about street basketball? We see college basketball and NBA on television, but we don't see street ball shows. Kevin Durant, an NBA star had a Harlem crowd excited in street basketball. It looks more exciting on outdoor courts. The street players seem free to show off their own skills. The rules seem to be different in street basketball. Since we have so many reality shows, it would be nice to have a street ball show for television. People love sports, and a street baskeball show would fit right in for television. Seeing Kevin Durant excite so many people, I think it would be interesting to have a street ball show. https://www.spreaker.com/user/gnaudio/street-basketball
नाव छोटं असो अथवा मोठं काही फरक पडत नाही,पण त्या नावामागची कहाणी मोठी असली पाहिजे..!!
Sometimes we must trust other people, otherwise we should do everything by ourselves, and life will be very difficult... We must understand that other people do have their abilities and qualities , sometimes much more than we have... They were working in the laboratory as usual, she was busy ,so she couldn't begin with them, after that she joined them, but there was something wrong with the experiment, so the result wasn't as it ought to be, she proposed that they could repeat the experiment...And she was so astonished when she heard them accusing her of having no confidence in them ,and of her insistence to do everything by herself... At the end they repeated the experiment,because there was no other choice, and they discovered that they had really done a mistake... Everything went well for her, but she had never forgotten that lesson .
Young Tyson is unbeatable brute Giant and skilled Whenever you see Mike in the ring Know that someone's nose is about to shift Wait for few seconds And watch how Mike Knock down bigger and smaller beasts Round 1 is enough to know the champion Yes, that's Mike Tyson Fastest puncher Punches fat, Punches heavy Fearless he looks Talk less but furious with actions Try not to wager on his opponents You will definitely lose your dollars Tyson fights are unsurprising Greatest is his name Like another Ali in his own time Crowd love to see Mike In the ring cause with Tyson the match is always delightful Champion you hear them scream! Refs are constantly set to stop the fight Cause they knew Tyson With his brutal styles Tyson is the unsurpassable legend in the game!
The spring was a whirl of ruin: a virus spoiled the entire world's circuits of air; the grainy pictures of plastic-wrapped bodies being loaded into refrigerated trucks flashed across televised broadcasts; garbling politicians traded refrains of speculation; and regardless of whether I drew a 6-iron or 9-iron from my bag, my swing lobbed the golf ball a weak 75-yards. “Dammit,” I hissed, slinging the recalcitrant club to the side and slapping the dirt off of my shins. It was an issue with the clubface, you see. For some reason my arms were compelled to rotate clockwise whenever they were on the move, thereby circling my palms forward and twisting the face of my irons. The wobbled habit reduced my club to a tool that slapped to the right instead of one that punched straight ahead. After I wiped a few streaks of sweat from my brow, I rummaged the range bucket for another ball, and rearranged my feet to try again. Suddenly I struggled with the memory of my last phone call with Naomi. She was scratching her way out of a sinking pit of obsessions and compulsions, and I somehow failed to supply sufficient relief. At that point, I still hadn't figured out what she could expect and— I noticed the ball needs to be more centered under my stance. Once the swing reaches the point of impact, the clubface should drag into the ground to carve a divot and make the most of the swing's acceleration. I might've been overthinking things. “Don't,” I imagined Eric saying. “It's not brain surgery. It's a natural, athletic motion. Loosen up,” I thought he would've added, churning my shoulders with a chuckle. It had been a long while since we spoke. He needed more room to adapt to the new year's shifting ground, and at the same time, I could not make myself any smaller of a piece for play. Ellen never did return my call from the other day. I was still waiting to hear back from Preston. Everyone was busy with doing all the nothing, I thought, and I pushed down a wrenching realization of it having been months since another person folded me into an embrace or since I felt a nudge after a good joke. I rolled my shoulders away from my ears, eased into my back swing, and struck the ball. There's a blend of a click and a rustle when the club hits square, and it should feel like it takes hardly any effort to peel the ball down its path. I wondered then whether or not I would be able to keep the dense space between myself and someone I cared for, should they become infected with coronavirus. The probability of such a dark hypothetical didn't seem comfortably low. I considered what it would be like to have a kaleidoscopic turn of governance; if one president and a few senators were swapped out for others would do the trick. Or, was it too late? Does the sky keep falling into a heap of frail developments, brittle pages of legislation, thin facades of movement? I stopped scooping shovelfuls of outcomes once I felt submerged in a grave. It was easier to concentrate on the angle of my wrist, the fluidity of my swing progression, the flight of the golf ball. That takes up hours of the mental labor I'm able to clock in on any given day. That's hours not spent watching footage of a single mom, escorting her children out of the apartment from which they were evicted. That's hours I avoided the pinched expressions of peaceful protestors dashing away from the heavily bundled officers throwing clouds of teargas and firing rows of rubber bullets. Before I started playing golf, I used to puzzle over how so many boyfriends dissolved on Sunday afternoons. “What'dyou talk about out there?” a leery spouse might ask, to which the golfer gives a rounded, perplexed expression. There's no pause for talking when the calculations of every stroke clutter the head. At most, while waiting for the group ahead to clear the green, there might be an exchange of cautious observations. A headline, proceeded by a cursory judgment, and once that's shared, you need to dig into your pocket for a new tee. “More cases sprouting in Texas? That's not good. No sirree. Not sure how the governor'll respond.—Yeah, you go on ahead and tee off.” Golf courses are littered with meandering bodies, clicking and thumping the tapping their balls into one hole, then another. They're there to duck for cover out in the open. When I enroll to join that sort of stupor, my world is free to crumble beneath my feet without hot worry, and without my even noticing, I'm free to drift away in a hollow place, to fade.
The lockdown has opened my eyes to many things. As a writer, before the enforcement of lockdown nationwide in my country, I had a lot to write about, because I was always going out, seeing new things, witnessing so many interesting things, and enjoying myself. When the lockdown started, it was like a living hell for me, because in normal circumstances, I'm the type of person that will prefer to go a long way to see my friend and talk rather than just sit down at home and talk with my neighbors. Two weeks into the lockdown, I was already feeling homesick, all I did most times was to wake up, take my phone look for writing opportunities online, chat my friends up, sleep, and eat. It got to a time that even writing became a problem for me, I was just seeing the same thing every day, which was beginning to make me sick. One month passed, and there was still total lockdown, I had no choice than to start mingling with my neighbors, starting to know them better. Fortunately for me, one of the children who were my mate was also a writer, and I always enjoyed talking to him, we could rub minds together. Soon enough, I began to see so many things I could write about, but the laziness that I had allowed to enter me hindered me, I kept on postponing my writing plans. This neighbor of mine noticed my not writing, and forcefully asked me to pick a date when we can write together so that I don't get the opportunity to postpone again. So, I picked a date, we met at his house, and then we chose what to write on, I was hoping to be the best writer in my area. I picked my pen to write, and then boom, I went blank, I thought of what to write, but it still was not coming, wow, I was stuck and shocked, because I felt I could just pick up writing just like I dropped it, but wow, it shocked me. My neighbor and I then started to write more frequently, any little happening within the environment, no matter how minute it might be or look we would turn into a writing challenge. We began dusting our pens and books, writing articles, poems, stories; narrative, descriptive, any type, and form of writing. We went online, took courses that could help our writing ability, and help us improve it. Then we began calling our friends that we used to write together, to help them as well so that we won't all forget and relent on our writing skills, we began passing writing competitions to ourselves, at least if we could not reach the qualifying stages for some of those competitions, at least we tried our best and wrote what we felt was our best. Then came my mom's birthday, we all planned to bake a cake, the female among us helped us bake it, then somehow, some of my friends smuggled themselves to my house that day to celebrate my mom's birthday, it was really fun, and as usual, we converted into a very fine and interesting story. After about two months of doing our writing exercise, the lockdown was eased in my country, we were able to move out on weekdays but refrain on weekends. We were really happy at this new development, we started planning big, we were moving from house to house together, writing with our friends, my neighbors' friends became my friends, and my friends too became his friends. At times, we would go to a friend's house on Friday, and come back on Monday. Of course, we were not only writing throughout, especially weekends, we would play games as well, football games on a laptop, combat games as well, we even contributed money to buy good games that we could all play together with, but at the same time, our burning for writing did not die down. Then came the day for the senior sister of my neighbor to tie the knot, and get married. We were very excited because one, she was very understanding, and we always enjoyed her company, we were more like her very own best younger ones. Secondly, we were going to eat a lot, without anybody disturbing us, oh my goodness, and finally, another story to write on. We all loved her, so we helped her with the preparations for the party. We were all sad that she was leaving actually because that meant that we won't be having anybody to disturb again, but we were mostly guys, so just to form the big boy impression, we could not cry, we just kept on doing all we could do to help her smooth transitioning into her husband's house. The wedding day came, she allowed us to seat in front like we were all her ex-boyfriends. I was really happy, and made the best use of that day, because that was my first official outing to a party, in months, it was like I just broke out of prison, it was really fun that day, we all planned that we will write about our experiences before that day was over, but trust me, we all slept like logs of wood, we could not write anything until the next day, and we wrote a lot on the next day. I doubt if I will ever forget that party. My lockdown experience was more of a neighbor helping neighbor experience.
