The example just relived is instituted in the way I live. My commitment is unwavering. The commitment to something makes it carefree. My people are my world. Comradery makes it complete. Go hard and have fun. Leave it all on the court.
Monday through Friday, I went to school. After school, I was on the court. Saturday, I stayed all day. Sunday following church, I changed my clothes, and until the street lights came on I was playing ball.
The example just revealed is the reasoning in my work ethic. There is a possibility in each day. The drive to fulfill is evident. The vision is green like mangroves outlining the gate and the painted court. A no-look pass guaranteed to get the naysayers out of their seats. Defining the moment, legendary.
Do not call around 7pm the Bulls will be on WGN. Let us not go there. Michael is good for 50 tonight. I have no desire to miss this history. I will hit you back, or look for me in school. I will have on the Jordan jacket. I am certain. You will not miss me.
Suicides and Coach Hughes, oh lord, just the thought brings back memories of the locker room. Two consecutive made free throws before I leave practice. Over time, I improve. The team was happy. Coach B, why you laughing?
The examples previously display my focus and understanding, today. I am locked in, yet I am ready and capable. The legacy is lived before it is ever told. I laugh today because I am just getting started. I am getting better not old.
Disco, will you ever leave that lil' goal? Nope, I am good. The initiation of asking tells me I can play on the bigger basket. If basketball did not teach me anything else, it taught me drive hard regardless of what may happen.
My pretty girl made sure I went. From basketball camp to the picnic table where I would leave my hat. You had my back. O Dawg, Baby Paxton, and me, 1994 UT Basketball Camp All-star team. Cannot forget the sugar milk, watching the playoffs, and haircuts. If I could not be Jordan, I would be you that was close enough. I apologize. I deterred for a few. It is all good. They know who I am talking too.
Basketball gave me peace in finding me.
Basketball delivered gain in losing it all. That Thursday night, I will never forget it. My first warning, the beginning. I did not know it then, but I can say today. I am grateful for my mistake. The blame belongs to me. I do not blame my friends. I take the responsibility, today, with selfish understanding. I was wrong in a misguided understanding of what is expected of the lead.
Small in stature, a basketball made me feel 6'. A crossover with court vision parallel professionally. A country twang on the executive wing of a 20 story building. A flat jump shot did not cut it for the NBA. Compromised with 10 am meetings in downtown high-rise buildings with prominent citizens and elected officials.
I used to think, I lost it years ago. Then like a charge it hit me. I am still driving to the goal. Evolution changed the arena. No more Schoolhouse, I am playing in front of the world. Similar to back then, point guards lead from the front not the back. Over the years, I have encountered a lot.
Even when I left Basketball, Basketball did not leave me. Just like when the heat was scorching off the painted green cement, the Bulls were on WGN, and Coach Hughes' empowering baritone bouncing off the tiger's den, I leave it all on the court. Check. The ball is in play. I am driving to the goal. I hoop every day.
Kiss the Rim