Some advice....

This took me two weeks to write. That's how hard it's been for me to write anything lately....

I went to a press conference today. It was mostly boring, probably too long and more disorganized than it looked. Plus it seemed that most people, the press included, didn’t care to be there. To some extent the invited athletes cared. Probably because they got a chance to feel important in a sport that usually leaves them feeling largely ignored outside of those closely related to the sport.

But the most interesting thing that happened was that a kid gave me his card. He said that he remembered me and that he wanted to talk to me. That maybe I could help him. For the most part, I’m flattered. But in my head I’m saying, “Shit I was hoping that you’d know somebody that can help me. I ain’t nobody.” He was impressed by me because of my job and I was impressed by him because he’s a great athlete. Which brings me to a larger question: Why aren’t we more impressed with ourselves?

There’s something to be said for humility of course. My arm is certainly long enough to pat my own back. But where is the line between acknowledging yourself and being an arrogant fuck? Now the phrases seem far in relation but the reality isn’t. It’s as simple as someone says, “Hey, that shirt is hot.” To which you respond, “I know. It is kinda fire ain’t it?” But you could also say thank you, knowing that you’re shirt is hot and then go to the mall and look for an even hotter shirt. You could also simply appreciate the fact that you made a good choice that day in the mall and take that moment to feel good about yourself.

I digress. The long analogy is simply to say that we live in a world obsessed with success, however one defines it. And because of that we’re in a chase to find something intangible, something that you’ll likely define and then redefine once you think you’ve gotten closer to it. Whenever I’ve gotten a raise I decided I needed to make even more money. Whenever I’ve gotten a job I decided that I need a better job. Now to some extent that is just fine. Never being satisfied forces a person to continually look to improve themselves and their current situation. But at some point we all need to take inventory.

We need to look at our college diploma and smile and the accomplishment. Look at the fact that you still have a job or that your boss maybe paid you a compliment last week. If you don’t have a job, then you should be proud of yourself for not turning to the streets yet. Commend yourself for holding back from knocking off the local liquor store or kicking the first person in the face that tells you how much they hate their job when all you’ve been asking God to provide for you for months is a paycheck. Take account of how diligent you’ve been in looking for a job or making the most out of the job you do have, or at least trying to.

Sometimes you need to be proud of yourself. Even if you need to look for a reason to. If you don’t suck your own dick, who will?

Sometimes you need to take account of your talents. Get in touch with your star player. Yes, the star player on your team is you. If it’s not, then you need to spend extra time in practice changing the plays and making yourself the go-to guy.

Thank yourself for being exactly who you are. Then challenge yourself to be even better.


Randomness......

Knicks just pissed me off. ..... I hear Robin Thicke in my mind. His first album. Well, his first hot one. .... In the past month at work I've met Tiki Barber, Carl Lewis and Kim Smith who is one of the fastest distance runners in the history of the world and a lot of times I'm still sick of being in the office. .... It's Black History Month so I bought The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes. I'm happy about that. .... Having money's not everything, not having it is. .... Damn Kanye drops some gems. .... I had to pay $1316 to fix my car the other day. Man I wish I could have kicked the mechanic in the nuts. I woulda pissed myself laughing. ... I need a haircut so bad I'm about four days off from officially being a vagabond. .... Girls never want dudes to try to holla at them and then they complain about being single. Stupid. ..... Fuck yo couch Charlie Murphy!!!!.... LMAO.... Sorry I couldn't hold that one in. .... Is it counterproductive to try to go to the gym a lot and then go home and drink and smoke?? ... By the way, Gym and I aren't back together but we're trying to work things out. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank her for giving me a second chance and apologize for not visiting her today. Love you baby. See you Sunday. ... Procrastination is a fucking whore ass bitch and she's so tight right now that I've been ignoring her like the nerdy kid in third grade. .... How come if the White House lawn is full watermelons this year, it wasn't full of crackers last year and every year before. .... It's so much easier to think of all the things you don't have than all the crap that you actually do have. .... Sex advice for the day: Anything you do in the bedroom is so much better for all parties if you actually like doing it. And please, don't do anything in the sheets simply because you're hoping to get something in return. Ain't nothing worse than a girl looking at your dick, taking a deep breath and making the "OK lemme just get this over with" face. Then you'll give me wack head and we'll both be miserable and want you to leave before your teeth skims my head for the first time. .... I can't believe it's been a month since I've done this. Some folk had no qualms about reminding me of that. ... I appreciate it though. Thanks for reading. ..... I'm out. Promise I'll be back soon. Procrastination got wrapped. I'm working on Gym. I can't let Blog leave me. I love her.

C

THE TWELVE STEPS OF SNEAKERHOLICS ANONYMOUS

So because I been doing everything in life but updating my blog. I got someone to do my work for me. This blog is for educational purposes. An emergency help dial-in will follow.

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I know often you read about people in life who are plagued with addictions of all kinds that they find extremely hard to get over. You watch reality shows about drug addicts trying to make it through rehab in order to be a “functional member of society”. I guess addictions come in all shapes and sizes. Although some may seem easy to break or not worth being discussed, you can never judge until one day your that addict. Good Afternoon, My name is The Golden Child and I am addicted to Sneakers.

Just like Alcoholics Anonymous, we too have a 12 step process we must undergo. This is the 1st step in a 12 step series blog:

Step 1: You must first admit you are powerless over sneakers and that your life has become unmanageable. To do this you must recognize the signs of a sneaker addict, therefore allowing you to see your condition for what it truly is; an addiction.

Some of these signs are easily seen, but some are harder to recognize then others. Or maybe it’s our addiction that blinds us to these signs. Here is a list of common sneaker addict signs.

* If you own enough sneakers to start your own sneaker store, including several you have never even wore, you’re an Addict!!!
* If you spend your last $100 on a pair of sneakers, and eat cup a noodles for a week until your next pay check, you’re an Addict!!!
* If you arrive at a sneaker store before the employees of said sneaker store and then get mad when they won’t let you in right away because they have to set up, you’re an addict.
* If your making a list, and checking it twice, gonna find out which sneakers are wack and which are nice, Your not only an addict, you may possibly be qualified to work in the mall next Christmas.
* If you can make a adult size castle out of your sneaker boxes, you’re an addict
* If you accidentally bought the same pair sneakers twice, you’re an addict
* If you purposely bought the same pair of sneakers twice, you’re an addict
* If you rank your sneakers in order of importance, you’re an addict
* If you ever gave away a pair of brand new sneakers because you got tired of them even before u ever wore them, you're an addict
* If you ever had to call your Asian friend to translate the currency on an overseas website that you were ordering sneakers from because they aren’t made in the U.S., you’re an addict.
* If you ever rummage through your sneaker collection and stumble upon a pair of sneakers and repeat the phrase, “Oh there you are. I was looking for you for a minute”, you’re an addict.
* If you live in a 2 bedroom apartment were 1 bedroom is yours and the other is your sneakers you’re an addict.
* If you read sneaker magazines and have frequent flier miles on sneaker blogs, you’re an addict.
* If the guys in the sneaker stores know who you are and greet you when you walk in like Norm from Cheers, you’re an addict.
* If you know the Name’s of your sneakers and release dates better then the sales associates, you’re an addict.



Now that you’re aware of several sneaker addict signs, it should be easier for you to come to grips with what you are. Believe me I remember the first time I broke free from the denial of my addiction. But before you can rid yourself of any issue, you must first be able to recognize what that issue is. To all my sneaker addicts take things slowly, one sneaker at a time.