I am the tear in my eye...
June Gloom
The weather today is seemingly perfect for the type of day it is...I decided to wear all black today in mourning for my Lakers. After 5 games, the better team won, and now it's time to say goodbye to this season, the 03-04 Lakers, and some of the players and staff who will be leaving us this year. It was quite a frustrating series to watch, simply because of how they lost. If they came to play every game and were just outplayed each game, then fine. But what made this particular series tough for me was that they pretty much got their a$$es handed back to them on a platter pretty much every game. The Lakers didn't bring the game they needed to win, and got beat by the better team. So with that, I must extend my hand and say...
Congratulations Detroit Pistons
standing still
How much patience is enough patience? Is there such thing as waiting too long? For example, someone is just trying to bide their time for their "big break," to get what they deserve. But how do they know when it's time to finally say, "I guess it wasn't meant to be..."? I mean, how does one actually know when it's time to hold'em or when to fold'em? Because, naturally, as someone waits for something, the world keeps turning and other opportunities or things may be passing by, but they'd never be the wiser. I don't really know, just one of my many "wonderings" I guess. I mean, I've always felt deep down in my heart to never give up hope, but hope and reality are two totally different things. You can always hope whatever one is hoping for will happen, but there must come a point when one has to look at his/her situation objectively and know what the next step is, so to speak.
minor setbacks
I've been trying to get into a regular routine at the gym again...since Hawaii is like 3 months away...gives me time to get in shape. So far this week, I've worked on legs and arms and chest with Cic. It's cool cuz she's my gym partna, it's so boring to go by yourself all the time. But I we were about to do bench and I found out that I could not bench because of my shoulder. I went through some pretty nasty pain trying to use the bench press...which made me pretty sad. Of course, there's a ton of other exercises, but bench was always one of my favorites. Stupid shoulder...it's been like almost 6 months now since I've injured it and it's still causing me problems, after four months of cortizone-steriod injections and trying to rehab it. It's definitely frustrating, and often times, I am inclined to just have it surgically repaired. But if that were the case, I wouldn't be able to do any workouts for a while...so I guess I'll have to just wait to see how much pain it causes me.
pick-me-up
Michael Jordan, after living a full life, died. When he got to Heaven, God was showing him around. They came to a modest little house with a faded Chicago Bulls flag in the window.
"This is your house for eternity, Michael," said God. "This is very special. Not everyone up here gets a house."
Michael felt special, indeed, and he walked up to his house. On his way up the porch, he noticed another house just around the corner. It was a 3-story mansion with a brilliant White, Purple, and Gold sidewalk, a 50 ft. flagpole flying an enormous Los Angeles Lakers flag, and in every window, a Lakers logo.
Michael looked at God and said; "God, I'm not trying to be ungrateful, but I have a question: I won six NBA Championships, more awards than I can remember and am the greatest player of all time."
God said; "So what do you want to know, Michael?"
"Well, why does Shaq get a better house than me?"
God chuckled and said; "Michael, that's not Shaq's house. It's mine."
June Gloom
The weather today is seemingly perfect for the type of day it is...I decided to wear all black today in mourning for my Lakers. After 5 games, the better team won, and now it's time to say goodbye to this season, the 03-04 Lakers, and some of the players and staff who will be leaving us this year. It was quite a frustrating series to watch, simply because of how they lost. If they came to play every game and were just outplayed each game, then fine. But what made this particular series tough for me was that they pretty much got their a$$es handed back to them on a platter pretty much every game. The Lakers didn't bring the game they needed to win, and got beat by the better team. So with that, I must extend my hand and say...
Congratulations Detroit Pistons
standing still
How much patience is enough patience? Is there such thing as waiting too long? For example, someone is just trying to bide their time for their "big break," to get what they deserve. But how do they know when it's time to finally say, "I guess it wasn't meant to be..."? I mean, how does one actually know when it's time to hold'em or when to fold'em? Because, naturally, as someone waits for something, the world keeps turning and other opportunities or things may be passing by, but they'd never be the wiser. I don't really know, just one of my many "wonderings" I guess. I mean, I've always felt deep down in my heart to never give up hope, but hope and reality are two totally different things. You can always hope whatever one is hoping for will happen, but there must come a point when one has to look at his/her situation objectively and know what the next step is, so to speak.
minor setbacks
I've been trying to get into a regular routine at the gym again...since Hawaii is like 3 months away...gives me time to get in shape. So far this week, I've worked on legs and arms and chest with Cic. It's cool cuz she's my gym partna, it's so boring to go by yourself all the time. But I we were about to do bench and I found out that I could not bench because of my shoulder. I went through some pretty nasty pain trying to use the bench press...which made me pretty sad. Of course, there's a ton of other exercises, but bench was always one of my favorites. Stupid shoulder...it's been like almost 6 months now since I've injured it and it's still causing me problems, after four months of cortizone-steriod injections and trying to rehab it. It's definitely frustrating, and often times, I am inclined to just have it surgically repaired. But if that were the case, I wouldn't be able to do any workouts for a while...so I guess I'll have to just wait to see how much pain it causes me.
pick-me-up
Michael Jordan, after living a full life, died. When he got to Heaven, God was showing him around. They came to a modest little house with a faded Chicago Bulls flag in the window.
"This is your house for eternity, Michael," said God. "This is very special. Not everyone up here gets a house."
Michael felt special, indeed, and he walked up to his house. On his way up the porch, he noticed another house just around the corner. It was a 3-story mansion with a brilliant White, Purple, and Gold sidewalk, a 50 ft. flagpole flying an enormous Los Angeles Lakers flag, and in every window, a Lakers logo.
Michael looked at God and said; "God, I'm not trying to be ungrateful, but I have a question: I won six NBA Championships, more awards than I can remember and am the greatest player of all time."
God said; "So what do you want to know, Michael?"
"Well, why does Shaq get a better house than me?"
God chuckled and said; "Michael, that's not Shaq's house. It's mine."
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