Walking out to your car in the rain, is NOt what I call fun! Niether is stepping in mud with new shoes on! Nor is driving home and having to watch for puddles. but none the less I love the rain...



LET THE COUNTDOWN BEGIN - 3 DAYS UNTIL PROM :-)

When I missed the easy layup, my head went down. It was an automatic reaction, embarassment...hide your face. She came over to me and asked me a question, not what I expected, she said "why do you play basketball?" I thought and simply said "I love the game" her reply was again, not what I expected she said, "so why not just sit and watch the game like millions of other fans?" I was literally speechless, I just said "Because I love playing the game?" and she smiled and said "then play"

for the rest of the practice I couldn't get her question out of my head, so I thought of all the reasons I play. I knew it wasn't because it was always easy or even fun, too many nights I had gone home in tears. It wasn't to get my name in the paper, quite frankly I'll never be high scorer.

It was the...
-the competition
-the sound of the ball hitting the court
-the teammates, my friends
-the coaches
-the sweat
-the desire to prove that I could
-the getting into your car after a practice and not being able to move because your body is so tried from giving everything you had out on that court
-the sound of a ball going through the net
-the pushing and shoving
-the bruises after a game
-the prooving people wrong
-the waking up on a saturday morning to go play ball with my team
-the way the ball feels in your hands

There are so many more reasons why I love to play, but mostly it is just because I love the game, and that is something that NO ONE can take from me

She got hit in the face, the ball thrown when she wasn't looking hit her cheek. She tried to be tough and she kept playing but she wasn't herself in the game. The coach told her she could sit down if she wanted too but the little girl was going to prove she was tough, finally at water break I asked if she wanted to sit, I offered to sit with her. She, at first refused, but the bruise had already begun to show. So I sat down with her and asked her how it felt, she immediately began to cry, so I took her outside (I never did like crying in front of people). We sat in the shade and talked, after 10 minutes of conversation she said she was ready, so we began to walk into the gym again....but as I was opening the door she gave me hug, and said thanks. Her smile made my day :-)

5 days til prom :-P

I saw an old friend today, someone I hadn't seen in a little while. A friend I had missed but I didn't know how to make that friend come back. It was in your eyes, the way you seemed to really care about what I said, what I thought, how I was, they way you hugged me, and made me walk with you. I missed that old friend, but when I saw you I remember this is why I want to stay, this is who I would miss more than anyone else...... thanks.

Sometimes the hardest thing to do is simply be there for the people who need you.

Maybe its because you're still mad they weren't there for you,
maybe you just don't know how to be there,
how to help,
how to make things better . . . . . . . sometimes things can't be made better.

In any case, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for not being there, I'm sorry for being mad, I'm sorry I just don't know how to make it better, I don't know if I can.


but if I could, I would . . .