Its been a while since I last felt that way that I did Friday night. I haven’t worked that hard in such a long time. Basketball used to be my everything, it used to be what kept me calm and what kept me going. I had such a deep relationship with it that nothing could tear us apart.  Recently being with the coach we have now it’s been a roller coaster of mostly down’s instead of up’s. She really doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. She can know the plays and technical terms of what is supposed to happen but when it comes down to actual coaching she’s blind as a dead man.  Practice has been such a joke. I don’t even sweat in practice. I get such an attitude towards her and just everything that sticks with me and makes me sick to even wear the uniform. She used to start me and I was alright but then she started back to her old ways of benching. I don’t appreciate it one bit and it gets me so sour.  Friday we had coach Townsend come and help us out. He had a bit of a sour encounter with me from last year. He only payed attention to the good players and separated us. I was a new Junior on a new team. He didn’t even recognize me. This time I made a label for myself. He knows my name now and what I came to do.  This is my Senior year of basketball. Everyone can say they love basketball and they can want to play it but deep inside does it keep you awake dreaming of the next time you will touch a ball. Friday was 2 in a half hours of sweating and hard work. I actually tried and I didn’t care that I was tiered or sick. I sweat through 2 shirts. I smiled not because coach had a stupid moment or we were joking with the team, no. I smiled because I felt that passion come back. I didn’t want to leave the gym. I didn’t look at the clock to see how much more time we had to waste, I looked to see how fast the time had past. Back when practice felt like a half hour not 4 hours.  He brought that passion back, he brought my love back. He started my heart to beat for that hardwood floor and sweat. I sweat so much it dripped to the floor. Call me gross or weird but when I sweat a lot or when I’m really sore I feel great because I know that I was trying my hardest and pushing myself with every chance.  Second half, I’m going to start again. My heart beats strong and loud this time for once more. My eyes have been re opened to what really mattered to me. What made me start working out and what made me actually turn into a “jock”. Make me proud to wear that blue and gold 3. I’m actually so excited to practice tomorrow and go play Tuesday against ST. I missed this feeling. Thank you for bringing it back. FLY WITH ME

Its been a while since I last felt that way that I did Friday night. I haven’t worked that hard in such a long time. Basketball used to be my everything, it used to be what kept me calm and what kept me going. I had such a deep relationship with it that nothing could tear us apart. 

Recently being with the coach we have now it’s been a roller coaster of mostly down’s instead of up’s. She really doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. She can know the plays and technical terms of what is supposed to happen but when it comes down to actual coaching she’s blind as a dead man. 

Practice has been such a joke. I don’t even sweat in practice. I get such an attitude towards her and just everything that sticks with me and makes me sick to even wear the uniform. She used to start me and I was alright but then she started back to her old ways of benching. I don’t appreciate it one bit and it gets me so sour. 

Friday we had coach Townsend come and help us out. He had a bit of a sour encounter with me from last year. He only payed attention to the good players and separated us. I was a new Junior on a new team. He didn’t even recognize me. This time I made a label for myself. He knows my name now and what I came to do. 

This is my Senior year of basketball. Everyone can say they love basketball and they can want to play it but deep inside does it keep you awake dreaming of the next time you will touch a ball. Friday was 2 in a half hours of sweating and hard work. I actually tried and I didn’t care that I was tiered or sick. I sweat through 2 shirts. I smiled not because coach had a stupid moment or we were joking with the team, no. I smiled because I felt that passion come back. I didn’t want to leave the gym. I didn’t look at the clock to see how much more time we had to waste, I looked to see how fast the time had past. Back when practice felt like a half hour not 4 hours. 

He brought that passion back, he brought my love back. He started my heart to beat for that hardwood floor and sweat. I sweat so much it dripped to the floor. Call me gross or weird but when I sweat a lot or when I’m really sore I feel great because I know that I was trying my hardest and pushing myself with every chance. 

Second half, I’m going to start again. My heart beats strong and loud this time for once more. My eyes have been re opened to what really mattered to me. What made me start working out and what made me actually turn into a “jock”. Make me proud to wear that blue and gold 3.

I’m actually so excited to practice tomorrow and go play Tuesday against ST. I missed this feeling. Thank you for bringing it back.

FLY WITH ME