Basketball, a sport I love to play. But, it's not been quite the same lately. I'm a competitor. I really need to win. But my current adult league team is so shitty that it's eroding my competitive bones into dust. Then blowing them away, like the young kid who crossed me over last night. Almost resigned to lose when we step on the court. I tell myself I still have fun, getting the sweat on, draining an open J, driving the lane, but somehow it's just not the same. I play better angry. And I just can't mad when we lay down. I had more fun playing AJ mano y mano el otro dia. Brought me back a bit. Friends, yet briefly enemies. The worst thing is to drop a sick pass to a teammate diving the lane who repeatedly fumbles it to the floor. Worse yet is to make that cut yourself, raising your hand, opening your eyes with anticipation, only to have the guy crank up brick that misses so bad you're out of position to capture the carrum.
I'll keep playing. Next time, I'm going to be angry.
10.30.2008
6.10.2008
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I overheard another’s phone conversation the other day (just another unfortunate consequence of the cell phone). It was a friend of mine talking with a friend of hers… I caught it somewhere in the middle and not at all on purpose… but it went like this…
“so I decided I can’t write a book, it’s just too much work. It’s so hard to put together a whole book. I don’t know how anyone could do it. I think I’m more of a poet. It’s so weird how you go through life and then just discover your calling. I really love wrtiting poems.”
I know I quoted that, but it probably wasn’t verbatim, just how my ears and brain now remember it. First impression was, “no shit writing a book is hard.” Second impression, “I hate poetry.”
Not all poetry really, just most of it. And all if it by people who think they are poets. I mean I can appreciate a clever rhyme. But, for the most part, I don’t get poems. I think they’re just shit written by people who can’t write a book, or even a short story for that matter.
Check it…
They ate till they became surfeited,
Inebriated under the silky skies.
Once supposing all sentiments
That float along and pass on by
There, done in about 90 seconds. I want to write a book.
“so I decided I can’t write a book, it’s just too much work. It’s so hard to put together a whole book. I don’t know how anyone could do it. I think I’m more of a poet. It’s so weird how you go through life and then just discover your calling. I really love wrtiting poems.”
I know I quoted that, but it probably wasn’t verbatim, just how my ears and brain now remember it. First impression was, “no shit writing a book is hard.” Second impression, “I hate poetry.”
Not all poetry really, just most of it. And all if it by people who think they are poets. I mean I can appreciate a clever rhyme. But, for the most part, I don’t get poems. I think they’re just shit written by people who can’t write a book, or even a short story for that matter.
Check it…
They ate till they became surfeited,
Inebriated under the silky skies.
Once supposing all sentiments
That float along and pass on by
There, done in about 90 seconds. I want to write a book.
4.23.2008
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