Mexico Air Max ’95 (2006) Today, the ball rolls. In Mexico City, inside the stadium most of us still know as the Azteca, Mexico and South Africa walk onto the pitch, and the largest World Cup in history begins. Forty-eight nations. Three host countries. One hundred and four matches stretched across thirty-nine days and sixteenContinueContinue reading “The World’s Game Comes Home: What the 2026 World Cup Means for All of Us”
Author Archives: Dee Wells
June Is National Caribbean American Heritage Month — And It Starts With a Prayer
By Dee Wells | Protect Our Culture Welcome to United States Virgin Islands — America’s Paradise. Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, USVI. It’s June 1st. For those of us with roots in the Caribbean, that date carries two things at once — a celebration and a caution. It’s the first day of National Caribbean American HeritageContinueContinue reading “June Is National Caribbean American Heritage Month — And It Starts With a Prayer”
The Game Isn’t Just Being Played. It’s Being Sold to the Whole World.
A 22-year-old from France is about to walk into the NBA Finals as the face of the San Antonio Spurs. This lets us know everything about where the league is in 2026. Spurs vs. Knicks. Game 1, June 3, in San Antonio. On paper, it’s a rematch of 1999 — Tim Duncan’s first crown, theContinueContinue reading “The Game Isn’t Just Being Played. It’s Being Sold to the Whole World.”
14 Days. One Continent. And a Culture Worth Protecting.
Two weeks from now, the world kicks off. And if you know me, you already know I don’t see this as just a soccer tournament.
A Quarter. Five Sticks. And a Jingle You Still Can’t Get Out of Your Head.
Let me take you back. It’s 1987. You’re a kid growing up in St. John, Virgin Islands — where the trade winds are warm, the music is always playing somewhere nearby, and even the smallest things carry a story worth telling. You’ve got a dollar in your pocket and you’re standing in the checkout line.ContinueContinue reading “A Quarter. Five Sticks. And a Jingle You Still Can’t Get Out of Your Head.”
The Questions I Never Got to Ask My Father
By DeJongh “Dee” Wells Dee with his parents, Alecia & Winston Wells, in 1984, at Hawksnest Beach, St. John, VI. I don’t remember exactly what we talked about that day at Hawksnest Beach. I was eleven years old. It was the summer of 1984. The water behind us was the kind of turquoise that doesn’tContinueContinue reading “The Questions I Never Got to Ask My Father”
