so the nba all star starters were announced yesterday in case you didn't already know. No real surprises to mention aside from Carmelo leapfrogging Dirk at the last minute. All in all I'm fine with the selections.
With that, here are my selections for the reserves (plus Yao's replacement).
East:
Garnett
Bosh
Allen
Pierce
Rondo
Boozer - doesn't deserve it but I have to pick someone
Horford - only makes it because Noah's out
West:
Ginobili
Nowitski
Griffin
Love
Westbrook
Williams
Gasol
Monte Ellis is my pick to replace Yao. I'd start Gasol or Griffin since the game's in LA and put Ellis on the bench. He's had a terrific season and he deserves it over players like Duncan and Aldridge.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
blind
generally there are days when nobody else is here
no one to point their fingers
nobody made me do it
I looked
sat down and said fuck it!
I may be blind at times but
I feel everything will be alright
it's been awhile since I last dealt
there are times when the blonde brings me hope
the low, the love, the high
where do I go?
no one to point their fingers
nobody made me do it
I looked
sat down and said fuck it!
I may be blind at times but
I feel everything will be alright
it's been awhile since I last dealt
there are times when the blonde brings me hope
the low, the love, the high
where do I go?
Sunday, January 23, 2011
goodbye
there are days when I look out and see nothing I want to believe
all I understand is things tend to unfold when they spring upon us
the fire of this world brings with it a certain darkness I sit beside
as I lay there I wonder if I should ever come back home
even as I lie I stare
lock me alone at the top of this dream
tell me anything you want
call me back to you
lie to me if you will
statements are made this day
forever I say softly
through the forest I stand by your grave
I dont know you anymore
anything true can be done
staggering I see my death
one day I will lie by your side
lay me down
lay me down
softly
sweetly
sadly
I lie
goodbye.
all I understand is things tend to unfold when they spring upon us
the fire of this world brings with it a certain darkness I sit beside
as I lay there I wonder if I should ever come back home
even as I lie I stare
lock me alone at the top of this dream
tell me anything you want
call me back to you
lie to me if you will
statements are made this day
forever I say softly
through the forest I stand by your grave
I dont know you anymore
anything true can be done
staggering I see my death
one day I will lie by your side
lay me down
lay me down
softly
sweetly
sadly
I lie
goodbye.
Friday, January 7, 2011
therapy
The amount of regret I feel in the pit of my stomach each and every time I think back to my days as a track and field athlete makes me wanna be sick. It's so hard for me at times I'm almost brought to fits. That time for me was so excruciatingly painful I sometimes wonder why I continued on with it. When I left that part of me by the wayside I thought it would be forever. In hindsight, that was very foolish of me, as with anything those memories will always be there, even if I wish they weren't.
What pains me the most is not the lack of winning or camaraderie most desire when they pursue a goal, it's the lack of intelligence I exuded. Thinking back on how I was then I'm dumfounded as to what I was thinking at times. Nothing it seems.
I realize these actions take place more often than not in most peoples lives, where we inevitably look back on a time and wish we'd done something different. My understanding of this isn't what pains me, it's the fact that I feel as if my time spent trying at this sport to this day has added very little to my life in terms of learning or experience. What I'm trying to get at is I feel like I could have just as easily spent those years doing something else more productive. Right now I feel cheated out of life. My years 16- 23 make me sick. What a fucking waste.
When people ask me why I oftentimes act younger than I am, I usually tell them some bullshit line with little thought, when deep down inside what I want to tell them is "hey I'm an idiot, I blew 7 great years on a shitty sport when most develop some sense of themselves doing something productive that will actually help them down the road".
What was it all for?
Those years brought me nothing but a mountain of debt, a broken heart, too many tears and one lonely fucking existence.
No wonder I'm cold, bitter and jaded. Who the fuck wouldn't be.
What pains me the most is not the lack of winning or camaraderie most desire when they pursue a goal, it's the lack of intelligence I exuded. Thinking back on how I was then I'm dumfounded as to what I was thinking at times. Nothing it seems.
I realize these actions take place more often than not in most peoples lives, where we inevitably look back on a time and wish we'd done something different. My understanding of this isn't what pains me, it's the fact that I feel as if my time spent trying at this sport to this day has added very little to my life in terms of learning or experience. What I'm trying to get at is I feel like I could have just as easily spent those years doing something else more productive. Right now I feel cheated out of life. My years 16- 23 make me sick. What a fucking waste.
When people ask me why I oftentimes act younger than I am, I usually tell them some bullshit line with little thought, when deep down inside what I want to tell them is "hey I'm an idiot, I blew 7 great years on a shitty sport when most develop some sense of themselves doing something productive that will actually help them down the road".
What was it all for?
Those years brought me nothing but a mountain of debt, a broken heart, too many tears and one lonely fucking existence.
No wonder I'm cold, bitter and jaded. Who the fuck wouldn't be.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
best of 2010 : best day
I must first profess that choosing one day amongst 365 isn't as easy as one would think. Trying to decipher what was "the best" has its challenges. I could count my best night out to which there was many, my best trip somewhere, my best date (hehe...there were a few of these), etc... Choosing from any of these would be fine and dandy but I think I'm going to go with my gut on this one, y'know pick that singular day where everything seemed to go right, a day where if I think back on it now it still brings a smile to my face. Yeah that's it, a nice smile is all I need.
best day: kai
I'm going to cheat on this one and write that any day spent with this little thing was my best day.
this is my little niece Kai. she's cute.
next up: best experience
best day: kai
I'm going to cheat on this one and write that any day spent with this little thing was my best day.
this is my little niece Kai. she's cute.
next up: best experience
Monday, January 3, 2011
best of 2010: best moment
As is typical with my view of most things, I'm not going to talk about crap you can easily find anywhere if you so chose to. Best movie, best song, blah blah blah. Boooooring. So then, here's what I'm thinking. How about a best of me 2010. Yeah I wrote it, a best of me, all about me. Yippie! Enjoy!
best me moment: catching my first wave.
It's mid august, I'm with my brother in law Kelly. He's at my side and we're in Tofino. Right in front of us he and I are about to attempt our first ever sojourn into the realm of "totally radical dude!" that being surfing. It was one mofo'ing hot day, sunny as heck and the perfect way to enter. We weren't nervous one bit, as we'd already decided against surf lessons. We felt the addaged quote courtesy of Gary Busey from the movie Point Break completely on our side "I mean, how hard can it be?".
Was he right?.....nooooooooooooo!!!!
It looks simple but surfing is hard shit. Firstly getting up isn't easy, the movement and pressure of the water pushes you in so many directions that getting a good footing on the board takes time and practice. Something we didn't have as this would be our only day on the water. Secondly, knowing when to pop up is key and well something you learn over time, yet again something we didn't have. But perserverance stems the tide, well at least we hoped. We would try our best over the course of the day with some luck here and there, however, a few falls came and went with much salt water ingested (yuk!). But as fate would have it we would eventually get the hang of things. I credit this partially on practice and some on having watched this 12 year old kid surf circles around us all afternoon. This irked us both and me especially. Why?, who knows. I mean he'd most likely been doing this for years so thinking we'd all of sudden be better or just as good as he was had to be of sheer idiocy. But I will say that what most likely set me off was watching that kids last run pass right by my soggy crushed face, I'd had enough. I wanted to crush him!!!!! Literally. Therefore, over the next 20 or so minutes I focused steadfast on doing at least one good run. I wanted to show his little ass that I could belong, even if it was for just one lucky ride.
So then I set off with the words paddle, jump, pop circling in my head over and over as I waded my way out looking for one good set. Sitting there on my board in the hot penetrating sun as others passed me by, my initial reaction was that I was way in over my head. Thinking I could surf one good run on my first day of surfing without lessons had to be one of my most arrogant challenges yet. I could have turned in, said I tried my best and lived with it, surfing was new to me and something I might never do again. No one would care and if they asked I could even lie. Who would know? But just as these doubtful thoughts raced around my psyche my eyes quickly caught my reflection in the water below. There I was, a wet 30 year old kid looking into the abyss of my life. Was I quitter? Fuck no! Inner reflections now aside, in the end mostly I said fuck it. Go and do it, what do ya gotta lose.
The next few rides went better, I almost got up on one, slipped on another and I ate it on the next. But on my 4th ride after hours of trying I finally hit a set that looked promising. As I paddled away trying to hit the wave at the right moment, I suddenly started to feel as if I belonged amongst the hippie haired kiddies all around me (I have long hair too, so i guess that reference insult doesn't much do it huh?...whatever you get my point). Then the waves hit me and I suddenly jumped on my board. My feet had planted firmly for once...yeah!!!! Now on board I slowly brought myself to a standing position as said wave carried me onward. Now standing, with my arms flailing away in desperate attempts to stay on the board a thought quickly crossed my mind "Oh My God I'm surfing!!!" As was the case during my first sexual encounter, the next 11 seconds passed me by in a blur with me looking shocked and scared. But who cares....I DID IT!!! I DID IT!!!! I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SURFED! YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Tired? I sure am, that was fun and even more fun to remember.
In the end as my ride came to a stop I landed on the sandy shores with the sun on my smiling face, sand up my ass and sea weed in my hair and all I could do was think "fuck you kid, I can surf too!".
Best 2010 moment for sure. I tried something I never thought I would, I overcame inner obstacles and I achieved a modicum of success. Isn't that what life's all about.
Next up: best day
best me moment: catching my first wave.
It's mid august, I'm with my brother in law Kelly. He's at my side and we're in Tofino. Right in front of us he and I are about to attempt our first ever sojourn into the realm of "totally radical dude!" that being surfing. It was one mofo'ing hot day, sunny as heck and the perfect way to enter. We weren't nervous one bit, as we'd already decided against surf lessons. We felt the addaged quote courtesy of Gary Busey from the movie Point Break completely on our side "I mean, how hard can it be?".
Was he right?.....nooooooooooooo!!!!
It looks simple but surfing is hard shit. Firstly getting up isn't easy, the movement and pressure of the water pushes you in so many directions that getting a good footing on the board takes time and practice. Something we didn't have as this would be our only day on the water. Secondly, knowing when to pop up is key and well something you learn over time, yet again something we didn't have. But perserverance stems the tide, well at least we hoped. We would try our best over the course of the day with some luck here and there, however, a few falls came and went with much salt water ingested (yuk!). But as fate would have it we would eventually get the hang of things. I credit this partially on practice and some on having watched this 12 year old kid surf circles around us all afternoon. This irked us both and me especially. Why?, who knows. I mean he'd most likely been doing this for years so thinking we'd all of sudden be better or just as good as he was had to be of sheer idiocy. But I will say that what most likely set me off was watching that kids last run pass right by my soggy crushed face, I'd had enough. I wanted to crush him!!!!! Literally. Therefore, over the next 20 or so minutes I focused steadfast on doing at least one good run. I wanted to show his little ass that I could belong, even if it was for just one lucky ride.
So then I set off with the words paddle, jump, pop circling in my head over and over as I waded my way out looking for one good set. Sitting there on my board in the hot penetrating sun as others passed me by, my initial reaction was that I was way in over my head. Thinking I could surf one good run on my first day of surfing without lessons had to be one of my most arrogant challenges yet. I could have turned in, said I tried my best and lived with it, surfing was new to me and something I might never do again. No one would care and if they asked I could even lie. Who would know? But just as these doubtful thoughts raced around my psyche my eyes quickly caught my reflection in the water below. There I was, a wet 30 year old kid looking into the abyss of my life. Was I quitter? Fuck no! Inner reflections now aside, in the end mostly I said fuck it. Go and do it, what do ya gotta lose.
The next few rides went better, I almost got up on one, slipped on another and I ate it on the next. But on my 4th ride after hours of trying I finally hit a set that looked promising. As I paddled away trying to hit the wave at the right moment, I suddenly started to feel as if I belonged amongst the hippie haired kiddies all around me (I have long hair too, so i guess that reference insult doesn't much do it huh?...whatever you get my point). Then the waves hit me and I suddenly jumped on my board. My feet had planted firmly for once...yeah!!!! Now on board I slowly brought myself to a standing position as said wave carried me onward. Now standing, with my arms flailing away in desperate attempts to stay on the board a thought quickly crossed my mind "Oh My God I'm surfing!!!" As was the case during my first sexual encounter, the next 11 seconds passed me by in a blur with me looking shocked and scared. But who cares....I DID IT!!! I DID IT!!!! I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SURFED! YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Tired? I sure am, that was fun and even more fun to remember.
In the end as my ride came to a stop I landed on the sandy shores with the sun on my smiling face, sand up my ass and sea weed in my hair and all I could do was think "fuck you kid, I can surf too!".
Best 2010 moment for sure. I tried something I never thought I would, I overcame inner obstacles and I achieved a modicum of success. Isn't that what life's all about.
Next up: best day
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