Rolling In The Deep

I'm leaving for Las Vegas. Well, by the time you read this, i'll hear this, I'll be there. But I found some great stuff in storage. And I know I've been reading you things and maybe you're getting tired of it. But I have uncovered so much stuff, so much content, my diaries from twenty years ago, fifteen years ago, what I ate, who I was with, where we went, Everything

is down here. I mean I have every I was meticulous and keeping notes about my life because I was narcissistic enough that one day it might matter to some people. Because I felt I was living an extraordinary life that deserved to be talked about. Anyhow, I ran into a bunch of stuff in storage. I hit the motherload. I got my Rocky bell Boa script. I even have the suit I wore in the restaurant scene where I convinced Rocky Belbo to fight my guy Mason Dixon. I can't

fit in it anymore. It's probably a forty two regular. I'm gonna sell that. I don't want it. I'm never gonna get down to that size again. If anybody wants to, you know, have it. I don't know, maybe you're a Rocky fanatics, give me an email. You know. Pope Benz at gmail dot com will come up with something. But I got a lot of stuff, the original script, the clothes, what have you. I also found something that I can't stop laughing. My family and I would always, not always,

but it's on some birthdays. We would make books for the person we love was like Jack Jackie me. We'd always make books, and we take photographs of ourselves that we have in a big bin, photos that were never gonna put in a frame, just photos, and we'd put that person's head on someone else's body, and we would write really funny, crazy shit corresponding to those pictures. So I'm looking at a happy birthday book twenty two years ago when I turned forty years old. Joey. It's so

there's so many things that are amazing. Joey put together this book. It's called biography. Every life has a story. And he said to me, and I really appreciate this. To my muse, happy birthday, party, Guy Love the rain Maker, which was Joey's nickname, and La Famelia. And there's a picture of President Truman holding up the Chicago Daily Tribune

and it says the headline party guy turns forty. And some other stories are golf is gay, Yankees beat Cleveland six ' two and Truman has aids it's just stupid, stupid. But twenty two years ago, guys, there's a big picture of Donald Trump, who at the time was teaching a course in New York City at the Learning Annex Think Big like Donald Trump. There was a course that people would pay for it and go once a week for an hour and you'd learn about how Donald Trump thinks big, right,

And Joey wrote this next to Trump's big face. Hey, it's Donald just wishing you a happy fortieth Ah, forty, I remember when I was forty Yeah, my old nuts were bouncing off the chin of your ex girlfriend A just kidding. That was actually sixty seven. Hey, but we both had better rides. Come on, a jay, both had better These are things that Donald Trump said to me, and then Joey gave me on a second page rain Makers drinking tips tip number one, don't drink and drive,

just drink at the red lights. I mean, it gets worse from there, but that was our sense of human In the same pile, I find this piece of gold, I find the first first story I ever wrote. Tenth grade English class taught by missus Kamholtz creative writing, when I wrote the paper A home Run for Papa. And it was this paper where my teacher had watery eyes and a lot of girls in the class were crying. And then she told me you should think of writing

as a vocation. I was fifteen sixteen. I didn't. I mean, I like words, but tire's this old woman telling me to do it, and there's all the girls crying around me in class, and I thought, Jesus Christ, I gotta do this. The pretty girls are crying, they're hugging me. So I set my sights on writing. And I will read this story to you now, but it will be a long show because I want you to get some good stuff in addition to my old battle stories. But

here we go. I a home run for Papa. I remember how dusk would quickly set in on the city. Those once vibrant rays that were responsible for the day's unbearable heat would perish, leaving behind scorching pavement and blistering black tip. Those two factors combined would prove too much for the agent relaxing on their beloved stoops before retiring to the confinement of their apartments. For most people, a

day was over. It was time to settle down to some well deserved sleep before joining the sun in the next day's inevitable arising. But for some, the day hadn't ended until a last game of stickball had been played. See you established the story in the first paragraph for two and you get to go. The section of Brooklyn I grew up in is Benson Or Brooklyn's most prominent Italian section, And just like the countless other kids, my love for the game our fathers had played on the

same streets was unmatched by anyone. I'm setting this in Brooklyn, even though I was only three when I left. But it adds to the drama. I'll never forget how quickly I'd run home just before dinner time because of the delicious smell of my mother's pasta. Or was it my mother's fight, or was it my mother's pasta. It could have been any one of our moms, regardless, Many times the arama would be so overwhelming our stomachs would be full before we arrived home a j Grandma would yell,

come get you pasta. Then I would begin my sprint home. Mama never asked much. As long as I was home for dinner every night and help Grandma and Grandpa the garden, she wouldn't hassle me. See I'm writing fiction now. Every day, eleven and twelve Buddies and I would choose upsides to begin our game. The rules were simple. A base hit was a ball hit past the pitcher. A double was anything hit past mister Glotti stoop on a fly, but

not past Carmine's car. That was a triple. A home run was our main goal, but something few of us could make. Two sewer caps was the distance. Even if we'd screen the names or our idols in the process of our swings, that distance would never shorten. We'd yell out the pitch, Mike Email swings, it's a deep fly ball, it's going going Shuck's only a triple. Seldom did our

games bother any of the neighbors. A good majority of our senior citizens, and every day our game was the only entertainment they had, kept them young, kept them remembering. It was an inescapable tradition that all of us kids had to play stickball. And nothing made Papa more proud than when he found time from the gardening to watch

me play. He'd sit on his folding chair on a stoop with his fruit a glass of wine and spread him a jetic smile across his wrinkled face, And as I hit the ball, you can almost hear him say, that's my grandson. I was always the smallest and youngest one of our group, the last one you'd ever figure to receive the Best of Benson Earth's Award. I'm reading this for the first time, Gang, so I don't even

know that was even coming up. The Best of Benson Earth's Award, which we gave annually to the most valuable player at any rate. Day in, day out. I give it my all. Papa knew my ability wasn't as great as that of the other fellas. This was the reason for the constant compliments he had for me. He told me things that will remain with me all my life. I can still hear him, don't ever start sentences by saying I can still hear his gravelly voice, but you

live and you learn. I can still hear his gravelly voice with traces of his Italian heritage in its, saying to me, a Ja, you never quit, and whatever you do, no goals are too high for you. And I said, grow older. The knowlogy instilled in me became ever clear. I loved Papa for that, and when he died, a piece of meat went with him. Oh my god, I trite. I was fifteen. I'll never forget the day he died. I was young then, still naive about many of life's situations,

but the effect that had on me was immeasurable. I was talve at the time, and our team of teenagers were all older than I. We had begun to win the majority of our games. Papa was still our biggest fan and cheerleader, and every time I take the bad, he'd stand proud. Come on here, Jay, hit a home run for your papa. God knows. I tried, but I never could. Couldn't even come close. But that didn't depress it.

Next the time, You'll get them, next the time. Then he creaked back up the stairs and watched TV while he rested. Papa needed his rest more and more of those days. Shortly afterwards, he had a heart attack, and Mama was stayed by his bed every day and night at the hospital and shed some tears of hope. I was too young to visit, but would frequently call what he felt up to it. I remember he'd whisper, a, Jay, your papa will be okay, so don't worry. Just keep

playing you stickball. They needed you. Mama thought it would be a good idea also, She said it would help to keep my mind off him, and day after day we played to an empty stoop. I'd always look toward our door and wait, just out a habit for him to come out, but of course he never did, never again. The days were mounting up since I'd seen him last, and I could tell he wasn't getting any better. I'd hear I hear Mama cry herself to sleep each night,

while I'd stay up unable to sleep. The summer was ending. As our stickball season, he came down to one last game. If we were to win, we'd beat champs, Champs, guys, I'm fifteen. The game was scoreless, as our last chances that back came up for the season. We were down two to one, so two runs were necessary if we were to be champions. You know, my teacher made a mark that said it should read we were down one to two. I said no, no, it's two to one.

You put the high number first. But grammatically, now, miss Camel's, that's wrong. I was right with two outs, said no, and one. With two outs and one man on base, it's my turn to bath. Come on, Angee, let's go kid. My friends scream involuntarily glanced at our stoop. A vision of Papa saying, a jay hit the ho I'm run

for you, Papa was all too clear. Before I had a chance to dream any further, the pitch hurled, The pitcher hurled the ball, and with one mighty string of my bat, I sent at the distance two sewer caps. My teammates screamed as I avoided all the excitement and began running toward the hospital did never looking behind me, never basking in the memory of my feet. Just moments before seven blocks, I ran, not stopping for anyone. I barreled through the hospital doors, race to the elevator, paying

no attention to the visitors rules. Little boy I heard, stop, you can't go up there now. It was too late for Papa's room, and luckily found it very quickly. I was breathing heavily as I quietly opened his door. I saw him lying in his bed, try and pull him peaceful. He had lost many pounds and artificial means of respiration led up to his nose. A lump began to form my throat and I shuffled to his bedside. Papa, I said, As I shook his arm slowly, he began to turn

his head with great effort toward me. Instantly, the grin I hadn't seen for nearly two weeks appeared on his face. H He whispered, and before he could finish, I interrupted, Papa, we won, We won, and I had a home run for you. That's my boy, he said, all the while gently choking my sweaty head. I kissed his cheek and before my lips left the rough skin of his face, I could feel the warmth of his body leaving.

And the other day, during an episode of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, some asshole that we don't care about named Sutton Strait Costrak brought up during a conversation with Erica Jane and Kathy Hilton, Maritzio he replaced the picture of the two of them with a picture of him and a woman from Dancing with the Stars talking about Emma Slater from that show, whom Marizzio danced with, and there was some speculation that maybe they had some

fun and Erica Ja said where what are you talking about? And Sutton said, it's in the office in their house. So Kyle Richards, along with her co stars Erica Sutton, Gabrielle Baveau, was how he said Bevore, I don't know. She used to be hot, now she's not. And Jennifer Tilley, who I love, all had something to say on his alleged photo swap on this show. I don't know, I don't like it. That's not cool, Erica said, and Kyle

Richards said, I didn't love that. They're all going back and forth with this nonsense that he replaced a picture. I mean, come on, this is what this is what's now become good TV? The phone, well it is gone now and these idiots are still having an issue with it. You know what, ladies, what's good for the geese is good for the gander. Did everybody forget how messy Kyle Riches was when she began to uh trapes all over the country with her chapstick Lesbian Morgan Wade. Remember all

those public displays of affection these two gave us. Here they are on Morgan's private jet. Here's Kyle riding Morgan's hips. Oh yeah, here's a tradlel I'm on the ski slopes. Here's another of them holding hands walking on a beach. The fuck out of here. Maritzio had to live through all that bullshit, all that public bullshit. And some of their kids, by the way, I mean, they're mostly grown, but still it's a little weird to see. I mean,

you know, what do you think is more weird? Maritzio with a photo of his partner on Dancing with the Stars, or mommy decided to run away and have fun bumping donuts with this world famous cowgirl. The madness has to end. I don't watch these shows, but the last several years, it is amazing just how many stories I come across. I've said this before, that are all about the people. Aren't Dancing with the Stars, basketball wise, Southern charm, fan

of pump Rules, real housewives of every fucking where. I can't take it. I don't have room in my brain to hold all the names and storylines of these nobodies. Who is Tom Sandoval and who told them to keep that Pancho villain mustache. Pancho Villa. He looks like he's gonna come to my table and serenade me. I I am the Frito Ben. He looks like that. Who's Rachel levis Ariana Maddox. I know they're on Vanda Pump Rules. They don't write and tell me when I say who

is this person? Who is this one? Of that one? It's more like who cares who they are? Why are they in our face every day? It's like, oh my god, what do we do? Oh? Austin Kroll kissed Taylor and Green and she was good friends with his ex Olivia and their former girlfriend of his past shep rose. I mean, I don't have room for this. What planet am I on? You know, I heard something the other day that someone

had just met Gary Shandling and Warren Batty. Oh it was Oh God, Judd Apatol, Judd apatolad just met Gary Shandling and Warren Beatty was there. Well, he met he knew Gary, but Warren Batty was there for the first time. It's like ten years ago, twelve years ago, and the subject of reality TV came up and all those years ago, Warren Batty very confidently said, this is never going away. This is bigger than the film. It's more personal than

movies are. You know, it wouldn't have made a dent in society when movies were movies, But now with the crap that's out there, reality TV will win over and over. It's not going anywhere. That's Warren Batty one of the best filmmakers of our generation, and he's made. What has he made in the last ten years. He hadn't done anything since Town and Country back in two thousand and one. Well he actually made a film nobody saw like eight years ago, col Rules Don't Apply, which is about his

hero Howard Hughes. Nobody went to see that or the other movie. Meanwhile, he's been nominated for fourteen Academy Awards, including Best Actor, Best Picture, Best Director, Best Original Screenplay, Best Adapted Screenplay. He won Best Director for Reds Was That nineteen eighty one. I think only two men have ever been nominated as an actor, director, writer, and a producer for the same film. That would be Warren Batty and Orson Welles. But Warren Batty was right. Reality TV

is here to stay, So say goodbye. To geniuses like him and others and enjoy your jerk offs like Tom Sandoval and Kyle Richards makes me sick. And finally, not in finally, but in addition to all these things I've said, who told you that this was about to come to fruition? Who told you what was going on with Connor McGregor. I don't know. Six seven years ago I warned you guys.

Well I didn't warn you, but I mentioned that the fighter Connor McGregor was basically raping women all over the UK and America and nothing's being done about it, I said, But one day it's going to come crashing down on him. Well, here we are. Connor McGregor, in light of just having to pay over a quarter million dollars for being libel in a rape scenario, just got dropped by Proper Number twelve,

the Irish whisky empire he helped build. And that happened because just a few days ago he was found libel in an Irish court for that sexual assault back in twenty eighteen, which I talked about. As a result, Proxymost Spirits, which has been the one hundred percent owner of Proper Number twelve whiskey, has decided to just cut all ties with this out of control louse. And this is no

small change. I mean, Connor McGregor sold his majority stake in the company to Proximos Spirits for six one hundred million dollars in twenty twenty one. Speaking of hundreds of millions, I read today some Arabic, some sheet, some prints, some whatever in Saudi Arabia has decided to give to pay Mike Tyson seven hundred million dollars to fight Jake Paul in a real boxing match and knock him out within three rounds. How does Mike Tyson say no to that

seven hundred million? I would tell the guy, Look, I make it one hundred million. Seven hundred's crazy, you know, But I firmly believe with that kind of money and none of the bullshit rules that was stipping at last month, Tyson would kill Jake Paul, kill him. And I doubt

Jake Paul will take up this opportunity. But interesting nonetheless, but yeah, this is what happens when you when you when a woman you corner in a restroom gets two hundred and fifty seven thousand dollars in retribution for brutally raping and battering her, and he's been doing this for years and the hits keep coming. In addition to Proximo getting rid of McGregor, there's another company, an interactive company, a developer called Io, which is behind the popular game

hit Man. The video game. They said they're scrubbing all McGregor related content from their products. This week, of course, McGregor was forced to apologize, mainly to his fiancee d Devlin and the mother of his kids, because of his infidelity, but he still says he was innocent of all charges. People want to hear from me on needed time. I know I made mistakes six years ago. I should never have responded to her outreaches. I should have shut the party down. I should have never stepped out on the

woman I love most in the world. That's all on me, as much as I regret it, everything that's happened that night was consentual, and all the witnesses presidents swore to that under oath. And I've instructed my legal team to a peel this decision, and he got very solemn and said I can't go back, but I will move forward. I'm beyond grateful to my family, friends and supporters. All over the world. Who stayed by my side? That's it, no more, getting back to the gym. The fight game awaits. Yeah, okay,

calm down. McGregor's fought four times since twenty eighteen and he's a very messy one in three during that time, and he looked really badly in those losses. The one win he had came with a forty second tko of cowboy serone. Connor caught him with a high kick to the chin and that was it. But this guy's fighting days are over. You know. It's the old Father Time is undefeated thing, and you're making it easier for Father Time when you can't stop partying or raping chicks or

doing blow. I don't know why it's so hard to believe Connor cheated or raped somebody. Why does anybody have a problem with that? Time and again, this story plays out a lot of the time with these athletes. Plus, like I said, I told you guys that this was happening and one day he would be pinned to the wall on this type of behavior, and here we are. Took six years, but I was right. I remember I wrote this story back then Radar Magazine wouldn't run it.

Even though I got a tip from a guy in Ireland who was a fan of the podcast and wanted to help me and get this story right. He was at the club that KDD McGregor was at that night and witnessed with his own eyes his leude behavior. But here's something even more interesting. His partner d Devlin, who I call the doormat. D the doormat. She believes him. He cheats on her all the time, assaults people all the time, doesn't care, but now it's impacting his wallet.

So she's forgiven him for this latest scandal. But all I could tell her is wait till other women from all over the world start coming forward asking for child support. Okay, this is gonna be like Pee Diddy. The charger is going to keep coming. And I'm not sure how many times you're gonna be able to pay these people off, but the chargers are going to keep coming, just like Pete Diddy got hit yesterday with another charge or on Friday of apparently allegedly hanging a girl over a balcony,

and Cassie Ventura's ex girlfriend was there to witness it. Unbelievable. What's going on? Unbelievable, and by the way. Not only that, but here's what a real scumbag Connor McGregor is. When he came to his trial, he tried to get his friend, who's his primary cocaine dealer, a guy named James Lawrence, tried to get him involved. No one's gonna tell you

this but me. He wanted James Lawrence to say that this woman whose name was Nikita hand horrible name, that she had sex with both of them, but James Lawrence had no sex with her, but Connor told him to say that that she had sex with both of us. And McGregor was so desperate to be found innocent, you know, he's thinking of anything he could do. And his bright idea was get James involved to say he also had sex with her and it was all consensual that night.

And he didn't just ask him to do the favorite. He paid him only. I will tell you that Connor McGregor paid James Lawrence one hundred and fifty thousand dollars plus his legal fees if he agreed to that. And this idiot bragged about getting that money from Connor McGregor, and that wasn't good. People around town found out about it because Connor wanted this guy to take the fall for him or with him. But after the verdict, Lawrence was not found guilty, only Connor, and of course Connor

McGregor went off. And how unfair this all is. Now, it's fair. He just took your money and didn't do what you want them to do. But this woman, Nikita, she's got some balls. Not only did she go up against this menace, but she did so even after a house was vandalized on not just one or two or three occasions, four different times, sh had a window smashed at one point, masked men broke in through a home and actually stabbed her new boyfriend during a home invasion.

No one's telling you that to me. All these things to intimidate her from going forward in court, but she didn't budge. She went to court and she won. And now Connor McGregor is pissed because nothing happened to James Lawrence. Well nothing happened because he didn't rape her like you did. He wasn't even there. This is the state of what's going on right now in this country or that country,

or with women in general. People are just allowing I, you know, I used to like get pissed off in twenty seventeen when all those you know, memes started hashtags and memes were born about believe all women. And you know, I don't like that statement put in front of anybody. I don't believe all men. I don't believe all women. I don't believe all anybody. Everybody's different. You have to

take things on a case by case basis. But I'll tell you, when you look at what this woman went through and others like her went through, she was quite frankly the one who was strongest enough, strong enough to fight this in court and not be intimidated by the likes of him or people he brought in with him. I would definitely keep my eye on this woman, Nikita hand, because I don't think she's out of the woods yet, even though she won and got two hundred and fifty

seven thousand dollars. I I think there are enough stupid Connor McGregor fans who might want to make her life tough, and that's that wouldn't be right, but I can see it absolutely happening. And let me just say this before I leave. I mentioned this guy's name the other day, Danny Trejo. I you know, he was on a podcast. I think it was Mark Barron. I you know, I just blowing this guy up. He's got no talent, very little ability. He's been acting thirty five years in movies.

Well he's been cast in these movies. He does very little acting. We all know his face, we've all seen him. Can we stop making this guy out to be the best there ever was? Especially after I saw him talk the other day. He doesn't think Donald Trump's idea of deportation is gonna come into reality. He doesn't think it's gonna happen. He says the US government doesn't have the resources to carry it out. He says, he says he's got no problems with anyone who voted for Trump, and

he wouldn't ever tell anyone who to vote for. But he says he plans on going all out to get California Governor Gavin Newsom in the White House come twenty twenty eight. And as for mass deportations that Trump has promised that will absolutely go into effect, Trejo is telling people chill out, and he's explaining that he thinks Trump was talking out of his ass when he made that proclamation.

Is he that stupid? As much as he's untalented trail says, the government doesn't have the ability to deport mass amounts of people, and how did Barack Obama do it? Because he deported more people and every president put together, This illiterate idiot said, there's no such thing as mass deportation. Trump is talking through his ass you know what I mean. I mean, he can't, you know, and plus mass deportation is not true. I'm gonna do this and I'm gonna

do that. What is he talking about? Of course it's true, and of course it can be done. And then he goes further. You know, you don't piss off Mexico man, We'll send more people here. And of course the reporter of somebody from TMS is laughing and he smiles like he thinks he just got off a real zinger. No, he's an asshole, and he's about to see how effective Trump's deportation plan will be. And if you had any sense, he'd look at what Barack Obama did, and you think

Trump can't do the same or more. Now that we're really being swarmed with tens of millions of illegals, I hope this asshole gets a front row seat. If you could stop getting cast in movies based on nothing but his ugly face. Enough enough highlighting people who have no skill like Kyle Richards and Tom sanderbal and Danny Trehill. What the fuck are we doing here? Pissed off? I'm aj Benson. That was your daily Unfiltered podcast for what

is it, December second, twenty twenty four. All right, talk to this tomorrow