Friday, February 11, 2011
The basketball court has been, and will continue, to attract people from all walks of life (the Chinese love it) to come and shoot around and focus on something simple yet amazing; putting the ball in the net. Now that’s not to say there isn’t strategy involved, or that freakish athletes aren’t selling out arenas worldwide and making millions of dollars, but really what it all boils down too is extremely simplistic: putting the ball in the hoop. Hours are spent, blood is shed, and lives are changed, all over this basic concept. But the universal goal to be the best at it is what gives this simple objective its incredible significance.
For me, basketball is played on Wednesday’s and Friday’s at an indoor court at the Monster Cable Headquarters, with a group of guys that I met through another group of guys, who happen to be my best friends. We don't play for money, and we don't play for fame, but we play hard, and we play to win. Tensions rise & fall, and egos do clash, but all in all, we just play. I look forward to these two days of the week more than anything. Period. It is absolutely necessary for me to compete in order to stay sane. Whether I win or lose, it’s the competition that keeps me going. The spirit of competition is what drives me in life, and if I can apply it to the court, then I can apply it anywhere. And although it’s the spirit of competition that im there for, I do like to win, and that furthers my drive to train to better my chances of doing so. So in a way, basketball is played 7 days a week. It’s played at the gym at the gym every night, and its played while watching pro’s when I can. I'm not Kobe or LeBron, but as an amateur playing with those of similar skill, I do what I can to obtain an edge. My friends and I discuss every game and each individual performance of Wednesday, breaking them down until we get a chance to build them back up on Friday. Strategy is added to athleticism and a “weekend warrior” is built. A team game in nature, but a solo mission at heart, basketball is all about hard work, and in this way it runs parallel to life.
Perhaps the best moments of clarity in my life come when I’m at the free throw line, alone. Breathing hard, sweating bullets and bent over in exhaustion, I pause from full-speed repetitions of pull-up jumpers and baseline fade-aways, to rest at the line and practice my freebies. In this moment, mind is not anywhere else, as so often in life it scatters away from me. In this moment, my worries are nil but for the fact that I still miss an occasional shot, and that’s the drive of it all: to never miss. And to quote the great Allen Iverson (although I’m flipping his meaning) “ …We’re talking bout’ practice man. Not a game. Not a game! We’re talking about practice…” and something about the pure exhaustion coupled with reaping the rewards, make practice the most fulfilling part of it. It gives you the insight that when you make everyone you’re playing with stop and stare in awe when you do something they’ve never seen you do before, that it was no accident; it was practice. Because like I said, basketball, and really anything you’re passionate about, is played 7 days a week. And when it comes to success, there are no accidents; there is only hard work.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
You might see this disguised as, “results not typical,” or “dramatization.” But they’re banking on the hope that your attention is more focused on the boldly scripted “THREE FOR THE PRICE OF ONE!” which is usually followed by the ludicrous idea that, “IT ACTUALLY PAYS FOR ITSELF!” All of that bullshit is designed to make sure you’re not reading the fine print, which as cliché as it may seem, most of us still don't do. But as always, written in the bottom of the screen (in 8 pt. font of course) is the warning “DO NOT EXPECT THESE RESULTS.” No… because I was under the impression that fat literally “falls off your body!”
I know its easy to get caught up in the idea that “this one must work” or “those tests couldn’t have been fabricated,” but the truth is that no it won’t and yes they can. But remember, these products aren’t intended for all of us. While the products themselves are designed in some two-bit lab somewhere, the people marketing them are no joke. And they are good at one what they do. They have been trained like Hyenas (and believe me they are laughing at us) to pick out the weak, and easily deceived among us; those who are constantly looking for quick and easy solutions to problems that take time and effort to solve. No one wants to spend time and money on things that seem like they should have an easy way around them, but most of us do. The sad part however, is that if even 1 out of 20 people fall for all the overstated and embellished nonsense that these companies spit out then the companies make millions. So I guess what im saying is just don't be that “one,” because I’m aware that no matter what I, or anyone else says, someone out there is frantically searching for the phone because they were just informed that they are going to get “not 1, but 2” non-stick pans for the low “expiring” price of $14.95 (turkey baster included). But look on the bright side, the car flashlight and easy-store portfolio were getting lonely is the junk drawer because you finally got around to throwing away your HD vision goggles and Fushigi Ball.
P.S. The Shake Weight is a topic of its own.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
This tragic comedy begins with a simple double click on your preferred browser for the month, which brings you to your chosen homepage (for the month). After checking out the all the odd and irrelevant stories on Yahoo –who would’ve ever thought that McDonalds would be on the top ten worst places to eat list- you go over to Facebook in to sink your teeth into some “real” news. After learning all about what so-and-so’s asshole boss at her new job in the mall said, which is followed an hour later, upon getting off, by just how exhausted she is although she still has 5 hours of homework left to do. The next stop is your e-mail, where you read and perhaps reply to a few messages. But lets keep it real; you’re not the CEO of a company, and outside of electronic bank statements and sales alerts from Jos. A. Bank, you rarely get real e-mails anyways, so there's not really much to see here. Your Internet experience then turns to pleasure, and maybe you visit a website you like, shop for a new hoodie, or catch up on a popular forum or blog you follow (hopefully mine). Typically –not on Mr. Waters Opus of course- there's not much to see, and your broke, but in the sake of procrastination, you delve on. You remember by now that three of your four local teams played tonight, so over to ESPN you go to check some scores. At this point, after learning that all three teams lost in overtime by small margins, three realizations occur: 1) You have nothing more to look at or do on the Internet, but however, 2) You have absolutely no intention of logging off and getting down to business on the paper you should have been writing the whole time. Which leads to the thought that, 3) In the time it took you to check the other websites on your “must see” list, there’s a chance (more like a hope) that something new might have magically appeared on your homepage, so you race back over. Congratulations, you have now completed your first Internet lap, you’re officially a slacker. Just three more laps to go and you’ve just run the Internet mile! What happens next, and mind you that this is only after you’ve been running laps so long that your face is melting and your fingertips are callused, is you eventually catch on to the viscous cycle you’ve trapped yourself in and get so disgusted with yourself that you “rage quit” (thanks Andy!) the whole operation, thus effectively blowing off that essay that you should’ve been proof-reading by now. Coincidentally, is just so happens that the real reason your parents bought you that laptop was so you could write that essay, not so you could hone your dilly-dallying skills in preparation for the upcoming Annual Procrastinators Marathon (got to get those times down if you’re going to place this year, especially after that horrific showing last year…) So now not only are you failing English, but your also failing your parents. Bummer. But hey, at least you found a way to kill some free time, and since you just dropped out of school, that’s an invaluable skill.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
No matter what happens you are allowed to laugh. No matter how much you may have messed things up you can still crack a smile. Problems will be problems and money will be money, but the little things in life that define us, and what it means to be human, are worth it all. While fines and penalties deplete your bank account, and you work only to watch your money go as fast as it came, your family and friends remain, standing by your side watching with you as the material and trivial objects in life dwindle, offering the greatest form of relief: company. It’s at this moment you realize that the objects in life that matter most are not the ones that can be bought or sold, but the ones that come naturally and will never abandon you; the ones that are irreplaceable. Accepting this will allow you to make your way through all the trivialities of the modern world and will bring to a place where you see clearly what is important you to you. Delving through the bullshit, you arrive at a place of truth, a place where you understand that it is your right to be happy, that it is in your make-up to achieve contentment. You can do this at any moment, and I encourage you to do it minute. The world can seem to stack itself against you, but there is never a moment when a step in the right direction is not possible. And as is the nature of the world, where a continuous string of “now’s” is all we will ever have, that any moment can be the turning point in your life. You may not see it coming, and you have no preconception of what it feels like, but you will know it when you see it, and it will rock your world. This is the second where you decide to let it all go and deal with life as it comes. The second you start living life. Life can carry you if you let it but drag you if your fight it. I suggest that you take a look around and take stock of what you have in life. Not your possessions or problems, but what you really have: family, friends, health, life, and empathy, to name a few. Truly these constants that each of us possess are what matter in this world. The freedom to smile is worth more than any Ferrari. To share a moment with a cherished individual trumps any gadget you can buy. Even through calamity it is these constants that we must lean on to pull us through. If there are bills to be paid at the end of the month, do what you must to pay them, and be on with your life. You can still enjoy a movie with your friends even if you owe the government $10,000. The bills are not your life; the time spent enjoying the world with family & friends is. A genuine smile is not something that anyone can take away from you. A bond with a loved one is not subject to restrictions or corporate policy, it is a birthright of every human, and is something that will live on in man kind long after money and materials have gone. It’s sad that often it is only through strife that we realize these things to be true, but once you’ve been awakened to it there's no going back.
At some point, eventually becomes now. So, living only this moment, do your best to smile.