Not only are the NBA teams are having trouble. Even our school is. They're doing pretty bad. Not so good. Pretty actually, really bad. They lost their key player. He messed up his hand. That right there was devastating. It's his senior year and I feel so bad for him because all he did was working his game. Trying to make it better every single second. I'm just sitting there like damn. They don't know what to do. I'm mad at myself. I'm mad because I'm not out there with my brothers. I know I may not be the factor. What I do know is that if I was there the losing would be easier on them. We would work on it together and help each other out. Ya know, because we're brothers.
All I have wanted to do since day one is be successful. That's all I have wanted. No matter what comes towards me, I want to overcome it. I know I can. I know I can overcome and bull thrown at me. Trust me, I have a lot of crap thrown at me. Not at one moment has anyone seen me break down. Never. That's not me. What I honestly do is play ball. Basketball has saved my life.
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