Oct 31, 2004 14:43
Practice has started and I'm playing Grand Theft Auto: SA. I cant play for a coach who points the finger(long story). I've played through my injuries. Sacrificed my life for this game. I most likely will never play organized basketball again. Thats the only thing that bothers me. The game I have loved so much is dead inside now. I dont have the passion for it anymore. Is it me? So many obstacles, so many problems. I just want to be a student and start my career. The days of me wanting to be in the NBA are over. I never put myself above anyone. Too many times my unselfish ways have gotten me no where. Maybe I should start to think about "self". Now I am. I'm going to get a job and pay for my own schooling. No need to be wrapped around a coaches finger just to get 60 percent of my education. He can find another young black superstar to get him that raise. I have dreams. They do not involve him. They involve me.
...and thats real.