Basketball season has returned...

It's the eve of a new NBA season. Shit talking. Media bashing. Lakers. Celtics. Miami. Who's better? Lebron or Kobe? Will Kobe get 6? Carmello on the move? Lots of questions waiting to be answered. Sit back and hold on because it's going to be an exciting 8 months of basketball. Baseball Tonight slide over because the NBA on TNT is back. To help lighten the mood from recent entries of losing the race and finding happiness, I've added two video clips featuring the same song, Roundball Rock. The first video is of John Tesh,the original composer of the song. I got the privilege to see him in concert two summers ago and he explained how the song came to be for NBA on NBC. The second video is of Mike Song from Kaba Modern doing a dance to it with a little basketball flare. Enjoy!

New swag. New day.

 T.I. - Yeah you know (live)

2 weeks.... in 2 weeks it'll be November 1, thus October will finally be put behind me. It hasn't been the worst month but it'll bring an end to all of the thoughts and confusion that's been eating me alive. The feeling of neglect. Being 2nd place or more like feeling like number 1 and being last in line. The past still being present. Feeling like a coat only to be hung on a rack to be worn whenever it was desired. Questioning myself. All of this will be officially gone. Though I've expressed myself and elaborated enough already, it'll just feel better when that Monday morning hits. It's like believing by seeing. What better way to celebrate a new month than a busy schedule? Let's start with Maroon 5/OneRepublic. Kobe and the Lake show accepting their rings for the second year in a row to start off opening night. An all hallows eve that I've set a low standard for. Wiz Khalifia and second hand weed at House of Blues. Pandas kicking off their title defense. Hornets game. LSU-Alabama. Wow, all that in one breath, let's get it. Let's go. 2010 has still been better than how it started. Thank you and you and you and everyone else for being here, staying out my way, and coming along for the adventure. It's been one hell of a year. Let's gooooo.

Don't give up.

It's been awhile and as much as I feel like quitting I know that I can't. The thought of giving up runs through my mind more often than it should. It's like I can't compete. It's like Jordan in 93. 808 and heartbreak. Staring down from the top but then itching to come back for one last stand like Favre in 09 and seeing if I still got it. Though I'm tired of the game because it's not what it was when I first started.  Times aren't the same but I like the chase and hoping this last time will be different. Even though I'm in the lead, it's like I'm the underdog. I'm the home team and the fans are cheering for my opponent. It's THAT feeling. A sense of 'I don't belong' mixed in with a bit of 'who are you kidding'? Maybe I should accept my Cinderella team role and embrace getting this far. But when you can see the end in the beginning, why even try? Why should I race to the finish line when I can just take my time? Why rush? Maybe delaying the finish allows me to soak up the moment. Stare into the bright lights and know that for this moment in time. I'm the man. The one they came to see. The prize is worth more in the end but will I ever get there? Let me live up to my potential and give all that I have. Win, lose. Go hard or go home. A win is a win. There's no point in winning if you can't win big. Which ever philosophy I decide to choose, I'll give it my all. No regrets and no looking back.

I apologize for the randomness.

Something to think about

Hmm, perhaps I should sleep more

Misunderstood

If you haven't walked a mile in my shoes or lived a day in my life. If you haven't survived the shit I survived or deal with the stuff that I've dealt with then you cant judge me.

Appreciate

The only thing that seems to be certain is that nothing is ever certain. Don't take things for granted because things can be gone as quickly as they came. Take it from me, realize the things right in front of you.

I like the way you move

My world is all over the place but I'm not much of anything when you break down who I am and the things that I have to offer. Take away Pandas, basketball, concerts and Masquerade and what's left? What makes me so interesting? My brain is the most gifted thing about me and to be honest that's not saying much. No good looks, no athletic ability, or musical hobby to get me by in life. Instead, I'm left having to envy those who can do things I've never been able to do well or at all. I'm always there to support these friends if it's a game or a performance. It's something that I take pride in to be able to be a fan of those who work hard to do what they love. So much respect and even a bit of jealousy goes out to the boo-friend with all that she has to offer to me, the people in her world, and those she's yet to meet. Motivation. Drive. Passion. Confidence. All of these are needed to do the things she's able to do. Self-criticism to be less sloppy and go a bit harder helps separate her above others from being just good to simply amazing. She's more than a dancer. Behind those sexy dance moves is a pianist, artist, writer, adventurer... she's down for new things and setting new or better goals as each one is achieved. This is what I like about her. She's moving at the speed of light and I'm just trying to keep up.

The road you leave behind

At least once in our lives, we're told that there are two paths that we can go by. The road less traveled.... call it whatever. Sure we can take this road that others seem to steer away from or we can make our own road to success with the steps that we take. My advice: be a wanderer and not a follower. A wanderer moves in no specific direction. They just go where their free spirit takes them and after awhile sense the accomplishment by looking behind and seeing the path that they've made. These steps won't be repeated again but it paves the ways for others. Not knowing where you're going will get you somewhere.

Picture it

Picture it. Biloxi 2010. Music blasting from floor to ceiling speakers. The dark room filled with the bright flashing lights of the stage. Everyone is swaying in rhythm and singing at the top of their lungs. The lead singer controls the crowd with his raspy voice as he comes to the end of the verse as the fans quiet down anxiously waiting to assist with the chorus. It's a feel good time in Biloxi with the only person who matters at the moment. The dancing. The soft pecks on the cheek. They never seem to be enough. They all contribute to being at a great show. An experience if you would. And when she leans back to say something in my ear, time suddenly starts to move in slow motion as if it were a movie. Things start to drown out one by one. The crowd starts to blur. The music from the band fades into the distance. It's only me and her and then I hear her whisper, "I'm glad I met you." That one sentence in that one moment made time stand still.