Post by Leo Dempsey on Jul 15, 2016 14:59:07 GMT -6
Title : "INTRODUCING LEO DEMPSEY"
Channel : VOW Official YouTube Channel
Date Uploaded : 21/07/2016
"You know, I don't understand people's obsession with labels."
The camera swings round, giving us our first look at the new kid on the block. Five feet, eleven inches of pure Manc handsomeness. Dempsey quickly raises his eyebrows, flashes the camera a cheeky grin, then quickly puts a quizzical look back on his face.
"See, I just don't get why people want to be squeezed into this box, why they need a word or a phrase to give themselves meaning. It's like without a label, without a name, they don't know what they are. Maybe they're looking for a connection with others, a community to share this strange existence of ours. Maybe, they just want something to stand for. Or maybe, just maybe, they're afraid of how fun life could be, if they just... let the labels go..."
"Me though, I don't like labels. When I was a kid, I used to get labelled all the time. My dad was a pretty decent football coach, and I followed in the big mans footsteps. Started kicking a ball as a young child, started skinning kids a few years later. Ended up with a trial at my beloved United, and ended up playing at Preston North End. It was a damn tough road too. Imagine living up to that pressure, imagine every kid you play against saying; "You're only here 'cause of your old man." It was rough like, I won't lie. Nobody wanted to know how hard I worked, nobody cared that my dad was my biggest critic. They only saw me as the kid who got opportunities handed to him on a plate."
"Girls label me too. They see this big, muscly slab of meat and think "Oh, he's all body and no brain", and you know, it's just not fair. These ladies can't see past my dashing good looks. What about my sensitive side. my poetry reading, long walks on the beach side..."
Dempsey runs a finger underneath is right eye, pretending to wipe away a tear, but bursts into laughter before he can finish.
"You get what I mean though. Labels aren't fun. Nobody enjoys them. I've been tagged by so many I've lost count. Teachers called me a clown and lazy. Footy players called me a prince because I got chances on a silver platter. My parents called me a disappointment because I decided I wanted to grapple with men in their underwear. Maybe they weren't deserved, maybe they were, who am I to say? All I know, is that I don't like them."
"So tomorrow night, in Ohio, this Manc kid starts shedding his labels. I'm not here to take part, I'm here to take over. So hop aboard the hype train, grab a cold one, Strongbow preferably, and let's have some fun."
Channel : VOW Official YouTube Channel
Date Uploaded : 21/07/2016
"You know, I don't understand people's obsession with labels."
The camera swings round, giving us our first look at the new kid on the block. Five feet, eleven inches of pure Manc handsomeness. Dempsey quickly raises his eyebrows, flashes the camera a cheeky grin, then quickly puts a quizzical look back on his face.
"See, I just don't get why people want to be squeezed into this box, why they need a word or a phrase to give themselves meaning. It's like without a label, without a name, they don't know what they are. Maybe they're looking for a connection with others, a community to share this strange existence of ours. Maybe, they just want something to stand for. Or maybe, just maybe, they're afraid of how fun life could be, if they just... let the labels go..."
"Me though, I don't like labels. When I was a kid, I used to get labelled all the time. My dad was a pretty decent football coach, and I followed in the big mans footsteps. Started kicking a ball as a young child, started skinning kids a few years later. Ended up with a trial at my beloved United, and ended up playing at Preston North End. It was a damn tough road too. Imagine living up to that pressure, imagine every kid you play against saying; "You're only here 'cause of your old man." It was rough like, I won't lie. Nobody wanted to know how hard I worked, nobody cared that my dad was my biggest critic. They only saw me as the kid who got opportunities handed to him on a plate."
"Girls label me too. They see this big, muscly slab of meat and think "Oh, he's all body and no brain", and you know, it's just not fair. These ladies can't see past my dashing good looks. What about my sensitive side. my poetry reading, long walks on the beach side..."
Dempsey runs a finger underneath is right eye, pretending to wipe away a tear, but bursts into laughter before he can finish.
"You get what I mean though. Labels aren't fun. Nobody enjoys them. I've been tagged by so many I've lost count. Teachers called me a clown and lazy. Footy players called me a prince because I got chances on a silver platter. My parents called me a disappointment because I decided I wanted to grapple with men in their underwear. Maybe they weren't deserved, maybe they were, who am I to say? All I know, is that I don't like them."
"So tomorrow night, in Ohio, this Manc kid starts shedding his labels. I'm not here to take part, I'm here to take over. So hop aboard the hype train, grab a cold one, Strongbow preferably, and let's have some fun."
