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Surrendering Sport

In Life, Sports on May 16, 2012 at 11:55 pm

“Basketball.”

One word. Hear it and memories come flooding back. I know one thing for certain: it is far more than a game.

This post is one man’s personal trek, one man’s tireless effort to surrender basketball.

I never imagined I’d have such a hard time giving it up. I went out to my backyard this weekend and just reflected on the sport. This ritual happens every week or two, and I imagine a lot of former players do the same. I can’t begin to grasp how tough it must be for former NBA stars to accept that they are, in fact, former stars. My feelings for the game are endless. It raised me. It made me a man. It introduced me to my closest friends, and it’s the reason I know the other two Gentlemen of Sport.

I sweat. I cried. I bled. A lot.

I played basketball from the time I begged my mom to let me play in fifth grade (and earned the opportunity by performing up to her standards in the classroom; I was always a bit of a goof in class, but when basketball was on the line, I got serious) until I won the State Championship as a senior. I was the point guard. The captain. The undaunted leader. The kid who just wasn’t athletic or explosive enough to get recruited anywhere but one small, expensive private school. Heaven knows my pockets weren’t deep enough to play there.

I played varsity for four years after I was the last one to make the team as a freshman. I only made it because a senior quit. My coach looked me in the eyes and said: “It’s going to be really hard for you; I don’t think you can do it.”

He was right: it was hard, far and away the hardest thing I’d ever done. I did it.

Why did I persevere? I loved the game. Let’s go back in time.

When I was 5, my dad got me a basketball hoop, which I still own, for my birthday. That hoop got abused. I lived in a pretty bad neighborhood and owned the only hoop in town. All the neighborhood kids came over every day and played with me. It was like a community gathering. I was the only white kid, but that didn’t matter. It’s funny, when I was first playing in high school as a freshman, one woman came up to me and said: “you play like a black boy but shoot like a white boy.” I just laughed. The inner city of Buffalo was where I learned to play and it made me the player I was.

The problem, as it turned out, was that I couldn’t jump like “a black boy.” I suffered countless knee and ankle sprains/breaks/bone bruises in high school, and they’re coming back to haunt me now and I have “early arthritis,” as my doctor put it.

Here’s my point: when I go out to my backyard, the rim looks exactly the same. The game is the same. I look at the hoop just like I did when I was 5, just like some 5-year-old kid does today. He might think he’s going to the NBA like I did. I figured that by now I’d be playing college ball somewhere. People would be watching me on TV.

I am 20 years old, and I have a hell of a life. But something in my stomach still feels empty when I watch 19-year-olds like Kyrie Irving tearing up the NBA. That was supposed to be me.

Honestly, nowadays, I’m probably half as good as I was in high school. It’s been over three years since I played a real game. As the Editor in Chief of UB’s paper, I get to cover any sports games I want, and as a basketball freak, I cover the men’s basketball team year-round. It’s awesome having front row seats. I love meeting the players and watching them grow. I just…I always believed I’d be one of those players.

I look at some of the white guys who make the team (this is Division-I basketball) and think: What separated him from me? Maybe someone saw him along the way. Maybe I should blame my genetics or frail bones.

I don’t think I should blame anyone. I just want you to know, if you’re out there and struggling with giving up any sport…you’re not alone. It sounds so overdramatic. So cliché. An outsider could never understand.

As I was getting done shooting around, a kid from up the street who I’d never met walked up to me. “Hey man, can I shoot?” he asked.

We played one-on-one a few times and I reminisced with him, sharing the stories of my career and knocking down jumper after jumper. Boom. Step-back, crossover, fadeaway. Money. He asked about my life now and I explained everything: how I’ve been blessed to work at UB, The Buffalo News, etc.

He was a few years older than me and refused to get frustrated when I wouldn’t let him score. He stayed upbeat and then reminded me of an important lesson: “You’ve just gotta do what you love, man.”

And that’s what I’m doing. I’m not playing the game I dedicated my life to, but I’m doing something bigger: I’m putting it in perspective and writing about it, informing the public about the incredible, life-changing sport I just can’t get enough of.

I can’t play any more, and I have to accept that sad fact every single day. But man, the game isn’t going away, and I’m proud to be a part of it.

Former basketball players unite. We’re still here; the game is still here. And Good Lord, is that a beautiful thing.

A Fork in the Road

In Life on May 13, 2012 at 3:02 pm

 

Well, Graduate, here you are. The morning of your life has ended, and the sun is now high in the sky. Congratulations on reaching the next chapter. No longer will your life be planned, laid out so nicely for you by others; now it is up to you to make your own destiny. We know you have heard this before… but it’s actually true this time. This is the beginning of the rest of your life. From today on, your life will be what you make it. You want to plant your roots down deep in your hometown? Pursue a career in the big city? Move to an obscure location and fall off the face of the earth? Why yes, you can.

Now, I won’t lie to you and say anything is possible – most of you could never be professional athletes, or brain surgeons, or famous musicians – but in reality, almost anything is possible. And that’s a pretty cool thing. Let me advise you; above all, you want your life to be satisfying. And whether or not it is remains totally up to you. Find joy in the little things – life is about relationships with the people you love, and the God who made you. Everything else flows from that, and it’s just gravy. The ironic thing about life is that the more you try to reach a higher level of happiness, the deeper you’ll sink into unhappiness. I guess what I’m trying to tell you is, today is a terrific day for you, and you should be proud and excited about your accomplishment. But the sooner you learn that life is about focusing on others, the better.

So live it up… enjoy your time with your friends, and your family – all those who made today possible. I wish you all the best in your future endeavors. The world needs people who can see past their own nose, and I hope you’re one of them. Being a college graduate doesn’t make you better than anyone else, just better equipped to be a part of the solution.

Today is a great day, and a launching point for the rest of your life. Just remember, it’s a beginning, and no more. Your training is complete and now field exercises begin; your effort will determine how far you go. Work hard today, and your future self will thank you. And know that in all this, I’m talking to myself just as much as you.

I’ll be seeing you. Maybe at a reunion in 20 years. Let’s live in a way that we’ll be proud to look back on then.

Relationship frustration

In Life, Women on May 5, 2012 at 10:36 pm

I don’t claim to know everything about women; show me a man who makes that claim and I’ll show you a fool. However, a lot of my female friends come to me when they’re having guy problems, so I do know a thing or two.

Well, girls, there’s something that’s been bothering me lately: your taste in men. I know you’re sick of hearing about the friend zone. But every time you start complaining about how your guy treats you, just remember that there are probably several legitimately good guys out there who wanted you – but you said: “nah, I’ll take the tool.” I’m sick of hearing about your boyfriend problems. If the guy’s a jerk (which most of the time he is), leave him! You can do so much better. It’s as simple as that.

Oh, and if your friends are telling you he’s not a good guy, they’re probably right.

Guys, we’re messing up, too. We need to start treating our girlfriends better. If you’re in a relationship with a girl, you should treat her like the most important thing in the world. She should be your number one priority. If you aren’t ready to make that kind of commitment, don’t date her! And for goodness sake, stop manipulating girls. Everything isn’t their fault. You’re lucky to be with her, and a bunch of other guys would kill to be in your position.

Be a gentleman. Treat women right. Make your parents proud.

That’s all.

Tormenta.

In Life on May 4, 2012 at 3:49 am

You stood in that empty house,

That only held half of what made it a home,

When the heavy clouds came across the sky.

 

And when the destructive wind and rain came,

You were left standing with your pride

As the house was torn in two.

 

As the pictures and memories were ripped into the gray scene,

Only a tear streamed down your face as you watched nature take its course.

The loud gales swirled the pieces of your lives as you stood still on the foundation.

The window panes were not enough…

Not enough for the pain that you felt now

 

Because only a tear could fall from your eyes…

Because the storm passed over you…

Because you stood your ground…

Because it never occurred to you that you were not invulnerable…

Because it never occurred to you that maybe the broken pieces that were your home devastated anothers safe place…

Because a singular thought haunts your every moment:

All you needed would never be enough for you.

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