Thunder / Spurs Thoughts
The Spurs' game against the Thunder on Saturday night was a lot like hooking up with a porn star, only to find out after that she has herpes, and now you do too. It was good in the beginning, but ultimately didn't get the end result you wanted.
I wasn't at all surprised that they lost to the Thunder, who are one of the youngest, most gifted teams in the league (sort of like Val Kilmer used to be one of the young, great actors out there...until he ate everything). However, the Spurs were quickly reminded of the problems they faced as a team before Duncan and Parker went out with ankle injuries, mainly that they don't know how to run the offense or keep good ball movement. Two of the best games the Spurs have played, as far as their defense and their offense, came against the Raptors and the Mavs. Both games were played without Parker and Duncan, and both games they came away with wins.
The Raptors game was no showcase of defense, but it did give us Spurs fans a reason to be excited. We saw good ball movement, Jefferson showed why he can still be one of the more explosive players in the league, and George Hill is quietly showing that he can run the point, be our best perimeter defender, and be a FORCE to be reckoned with on the offensive end. The Mavs game gave us a taste of what we are capable of on the defensive end, forcing Dirk to suck, and most importantly, hate his life.
All Uglies
I read only one sports site, and that is ESPN. Sure they have some homers (Adande is either on the Lakers payrole or is secretly dating Phil Jackson), but for the most part, their stories are breaking news and their opinions are well thought out. What they are not, though, is good looking. Occasionally when I am walking around Wal-Mart, I like to play the normal game, which involves walking around the store and picking out how many people look like they are normal, and have not been on a bender the last week straight (you would be surprised, if you can find more than 10 normal looking people, you are approaching a record).
Don't get me wrong, I love Stein and Adande, and I can only count on Hollinger and his PER ratings for a good laugh, but did these guys get dates to the Senior prom? More importantly, knowing now that they are pretty famous sports writers, would any girl go back and time and change their "hell no" to a "yes"? (I would pay if we could somehow turn this into a new reality television show on ESPN. I am emailing them now about it as we speak)
I think I have seen Abbott's face on Megan's Law.
Passion
I used to think that I wanted to write and make people laugh. After much deliberation, I realized that using the F-word a lot was not really funny to anyone over the age of 16. I thought that diving head first into the world of Harry Potter, and revealing that it is not real because Hermoine Granger is not a slut would be funny...and then I realized it was not. I then was going to reveal that I used to have a drug problem, which would be a multiple entries entitled Confessions of a Former Druggy. In a world where employers can Google your name, I didn't feel this was a good idea and can instead, summarize the whole thing by saying, "I used to do drugs. I did more blow than Mischa Barton on the set of The OC Show. I don't anymore."
I have not tried to hide the fact that I love writing. What I may have hidden, however, is that I do not feel like I am good at it. Practice makes perfect, and the problem about writing daily blog posts on my life is that it does not inspire creativity or a desire to be better. It simply makes me want to embellish minute details of my life that are interesting to no one but myself...and my mom. My mom reads some of these things and leaves me encouraging comments, or in one case, a rude one that included the words "remove" and "never say again."
What I have also not put enough emphasis on (if any at all) is that I love basketball. When I grow up, there would be no better career than writing about basketball. My true dream is to be standing in the locker room, standing next to a half naked LeBron James and ask him a question on how it feels to play for New York (his destination for the 2010-11 NBA season).
So maybe using this site to use a passion (writing) to write about something that is not exciting (my life) was not the way to go. Maybe using my passion to talk about another passion is the way to go. I'm talking more cryptic than Kobe Bryant when asked about his sexual assault case.
So from now on, this site is dedicated to my passions. This space is about basketball and writing, and practicing and improving. I am not writing for the laughs of other people, but rather the satisfaction of myself and looking ahead at my future.
Confessions of a Druggy, Part One
I was never one of the cool kids in school.
While my fellow peers were out every weekend, consuming alcohol and engaging in sexual acts with girls, I sat at home playing ps2 and engaging in sexual acts with myself. I never too my first sip of alcohol till after graduation, and it was at the ripe age of 19 that I first experienced the chemical known as THC. I am not making an excuse for myself, but I am simply trying to paint a picture.
They say that everyone has some skeletons in their closet. If that is true, than this is my Jimmy Buffet. Horrible cliche aside, I am not writing this and telling this story to look cool. Quite the contrary, none of this makes me cool. Maybe what I am trying to establish, is that I was a late bloomer. Like a 21 year old girl that was about as developed like a 9 year old, I got into the game a late.
Random Thought
I like Harry Potter.
This is borderline love. If he was a real person, I would be smitten by him. I would want him. I would find him. I would do unforgivable things to him. I would even make him my number one on MySpace. There is nothing to not like about him or the books in which he stars. They involve magic, good vs evil, English girls, AND a red headed kid that somehow manages to be one of the stars of the series.
(This is the first time in the history of EVERYTHING that a red headed person not named Carrot Top has starred in anything. Look it up.)
If it's one thing that has always left me scratching my head though, it's been the lack of sex.
The Lost Art of Speaking
Hurting someone with your fist is fun.
(or at least I would assume it is. I've only punched animals, but eagerly await the day that I get to cheap-shot someone in a fight with a punch to the face...or testies.)
In an effort to sound like a shitty person, hurting someone with your words is even better. Not many people realize this (or maybe they do), but we can inflict much more pain emotionally, than we ever could physically (and in most cases, with half the effort too).
(I feel like this post will be littered with parenthesis and I am not sure how I feel about that. I am going to make an effort to stop)
Awkward Sex
I love conversations about what kind of weird food people like. You know that game, where you all sit around and you start saying all the crazy concoctions of food you eat, and then when people start coming up with really good ones, you just start making stuff up?
Well, I always fall back on peanut butt toast and ketchup (by the way, I am fully aware that I said 'peanut butt', but I am not going to change it because it made me giggle). It all started when I was a wee little kid and my mom used to make me breakfast with peanut butter toast. Well, when you eat eggs with ketchup, and your toast is sharing the same space as the eggs, things happen.
All this talk about weird food, makes me think about an awkward sex story.
Two Glasses of Kool-Aid Brings Out the Crazy
I have attempted to write about myself for the last two weeks. When that failed horribly, I tried to go on MySpace and find other people's descriptions of themselves for ideas. Shortly after that, I realized how lame that made me.
After some extensive thinking, and a couple glasses of kool-aid, I think I missed the point completely....
My name is Daniel Robert and I am 22 years old. If you are thinking to yourself, "Man, that sounds like an odd, incomplete name" then you are correct. You can thank the people who stalk, rape, and kill on MySpace for me not wanting to hand over my last name, along with my butt virginity and death certificate (they all go hand-in-hand).
For the Record…
This goes out to my fellow readers.
So Mother, if you are reading this, just know that I have been engaged in college life, as well as becoming slightly (the word slightly doesn't even do it justice) addicted to some Facebook games that involve farming and running a restaurant.
It is my dream to write, therefore, I will continue to use this website as a medium for me to do that, so that strangers, as well as my dear mom, may have a chance to read my 'interesting' pieces.
I shall return soon. An hour from now, tomorrow, next week...I'll be back.