just a side note

Ok, so it's been over a month. This is bad. I have all this stuff to say, just no time to write it down. Lord knows I talk enough sports to last me a lifetime and never run out of things to say, but I am going to try to get it down on paper. Before I do, I need to express why I love sports so much and why I am determined to make it my job.

If someone were to ask me why I want to be in sports I could give a number of different reasons
1) Growing up in the household I did, if you weren't an athlete, no one had anything to say to you. I was always picked on by my mother, father and brothers for not having the passion they had about playing basketball or running marathons. I didn't have that can't stop, won't stop, sleep, eat and breathe around practicing. I never had the motivation to go outside when it was raining to shoot hoops or anything of that nature. I always loved basketball and sports (probably one of the biggest BC fans - have always been) but it wasn't until I quit basketball that I truly became obsessed with sports. I eat, sleep and breathe sports - watching, and talking about them. It is my passion. I needed them to fit into my family, so I was always a sports fan, however, now sports, and basketball, is like the blood running through my veins. This may sound cliché, but there is nothing I love more. One of my best friend calls me a junky. That is truly what I am. When I'm occupied with sports, everything else goes away. I go into my own little world and nothing can bother me. Maybe its like the defense mechanism I've been using my entire life.

2) This isn't going to come across with the same effect it would have if I were speaking, but I am going to give it a shot... (please refrain from commenting on the corney-ness - true emotions are always corny)
When I'm watching a game, since I am currently enthralled in basketball (when am I not?) I will give basketball examples, the feeling I get is unlike any other. The feeling I have is often the one that many people feel when they are in love. Since I have never been in love, I cannot comment on that state of being, however, I can attempt at describing the emotion I feel when watching and amazing game. For example, watching the Number 1 ranked Memphis Tigers playing the Number 2 Tennessee Volunteers this past 07-08 season was unreal. Yes, it was a great game, but the fact that I could feel the passion and desire to win that the players would stop at nothing to win because they wanted it so bad, not only gave me the chills, it made me tear up. Listening to the greatest sports moments as CBS Sportscasters recall them, make me tremble, lose my breath, have butterflies in my stomach, and make me feel like a proud parent, trying not to hurl from the excitement and passion I'm sensing. Watching the Celtics beat the Piston in Game 6 at the Palace gave me the same feeling (hell yea, baby, we going to the FINALS!!!). I first cried then went absolutely nuts. My father thought I was abducted my an insane person and lost all control over my emotions.

Not only do I love sports and want to experience it for the rest of my life, I NEED sports. I need them to keep me sane, make me feel safe, keep me from boredom, love me (as I believe they love everyone who cherishes the games, for why do they keep gratifying us and keep us coming back for more), and be there for me everyday, even in the worst of times.

Very cliché, Yes. But when you love something, you often sound corny.