I'm going to go outside of my usual genre of choice, and review a rock song. The song, in keeping with this time of year, is "We Are the Champions" by Queen. I bought this song around this same time of year two years ago from iTunes. It was the day before we played De LaSalle for the secional championship game my sophomore year, and I was nervous. I bought the song, sort of as added motivation so that we could continue our goal of winning a state championship. I'm no fool, and I do not think that the song won us the state championship. However, it is a song that has stuck with me over the years as an all time favorite for my connection that I make with our state run.
I like the overall message. The lyrics relate to me in a number of ways. They basically say that through all of the troubles and hardships, we are the champions. Any team with championship aspirations must have the ability to fight through extreme adversity. I like the sound of the song, but more so than anything, I like the fact that it is preaching winning.
Monday, March 7, 2011
I Knows This Means Something
I imagine that this blog is aimed towards religion, as we are reading Malcolm X. However, I have chosen to write about something a little different. It seems that I have talked a lot about religion over the course of the year in this class, so I will do something different.
Although, I'm at a bit of a loss on what to write about. This blog is being written more than a month late. This is the first blog that I will have written in the second semester. I am writing this during the state tournament. My mind has been completely on basketball as my career is coming to a close. I have a maximum of twelve days left in my career, and I fully intend on playing it out until the end. All that I can think to do with an open title like this is think back on my career. Just as everyone told me, it flew by. I remember the first day of open gym my freshman year as if it was a few weeks ago. Sophomore year was a ride, to say the least. And junior year, like my sophomore and senior years, was full of unexpected twists, turns, and disappointments. All in all, though, I would not trade my experiences as a basketball at Whitney Young for anything in the world. I would be lying if I wrote that there weren't certain things that I do not regret, or wish didn't happen. I think about them every day. However, over the years, I've grown as a person. I've matured. I try to use them as a learning experience as that is the only other logical reaction.
Finally, I don't want this blog entry to seem as if I haven't enjoyed attending school at Whitney Young; I have genuinely enjoyed every day that I have walked through the doors. Nor do I want it to seem as if it is a good bye from the basketball program. 12 days is no time at all, and all the time in the world at the same time. It was just what was on my mind, so I know that it means something.
Although, I'm at a bit of a loss on what to write about. This blog is being written more than a month late. This is the first blog that I will have written in the second semester. I am writing this during the state tournament. My mind has been completely on basketball as my career is coming to a close. I have a maximum of twelve days left in my career, and I fully intend on playing it out until the end. All that I can think to do with an open title like this is think back on my career. Just as everyone told me, it flew by. I remember the first day of open gym my freshman year as if it was a few weeks ago. Sophomore year was a ride, to say the least. And junior year, like my sophomore and senior years, was full of unexpected twists, turns, and disappointments. All in all, though, I would not trade my experiences as a basketball at Whitney Young for anything in the world. I would be lying if I wrote that there weren't certain things that I do not regret, or wish didn't happen. I think about them every day. However, over the years, I've grown as a person. I've matured. I try to use them as a learning experience as that is the only other logical reaction.
Finally, I don't want this blog entry to seem as if I haven't enjoyed attending school at Whitney Young; I have genuinely enjoyed every day that I have walked through the doors. Nor do I want it to seem as if it is a good bye from the basketball program. 12 days is no time at all, and all the time in the world at the same time. It was just what was on my mind, so I know that it means something.
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