Pandora's Box

Pandora's Box Over the course of the last year i found myself stuck in a rut. My life was wondering aimlessly in no particular direction. I was in school heading towards a major tht seemed more and more irrevelant in the 20th century. Financial struggles eventually forced me out of school altogether, destablizing the little bit of a grasp i had on this thing called life. At one point i sAt in the basement of my mothers house, lacking both a job and a complete education, and no where near streetworthy to hustle my way to top. I waSnt Athlatically gifted enuff to turn sports into a skill and my rap game was more of a toddlers game than.. Well rap. So there i was. A man who specialized at nothing, with a particular skill of... Nothing. Sure i would eventually get a minimum wadge job here or there, making exactly enough money to pay a fonebill and transpertation, and leaving you with enuff money to wish the next payweek would hurry the hell up. Never in my dreams did I imagine tht I would be living from paycheck to paycheck. But Im not sure why I felt tht I waz privilidge enuff to escape the struggles of my past. My mother lived from paycheck to paycheck for much of my childhood. It took her years to finally find the key to pandora' box and unviel the mysteries of above poverty living and middle class luxaries. Wht leads me to believe tht I can learn from the mistakes of her past? oooooo yea of course. Its the belief tht collage will solve all of your lifes problems. Since I was a lil boy, everyone told me tht I would go to collage and make something of myself. My mother was a college drop out (pergnancy forced her to drop out) and has always stressed the importants of finishing that degree. Shes been down the very same road im treading and knows the struggles ahead. Every other day she still ( to this day) urges us to finish school) she wasnt the only one. Ive had teachers and friends, people in high places tell me tht im "college material" and tht id make something of myself. Of course im not blaming my mother or those who believed in me. That would be foolish and would be nothing more than shifting the blame of my problems to others. It all sounded good growing up tho as it should have. It made me feel invincible. It all went in my head little by little leaving, out the faint possibility that mabie they were all wrong. Tht mabie im not college material. NOOO, tht was impossible rite? After all i spent 15 years hearing and believing the very opposite. Failure was never part of the plan. But her we are now. That little kid tht was lead to believe tht he could do anything, who felt that he could do everything, finds himself doing nothing. The whispers of success and invincibility have long since passed. I am human once again. And I feel like a failure. After all anything less than a collage graduate, a Lawyer would equate to failure rite? Thats what It felt like. As a kid i made promises. I promise id buy my mom a nice house, convertable and the rest of the world. Most importabtly i promised her that I would make something of myself, tht i would make her proud. Anythibg less would equate to immediate failure. Sure the promise of the house and the car and rest of the world may not belong to her, (those kiddy promises dont way me down) but the promise to be successful is wht matters most. Being as tho im a collage dropout tht promised her the world, it feels like i failed her there. And ive felt that way for quite some time. Atleast a couple of years. Now here we are on this beautiful spring day working at a job with plenty of time to think and i doing aot of it.. Thinking. Thinking kead to this blog.. Why doesa collage degree dictate a successful life? I turn again to use my mother as an example. A hard working mother of 4 who worked her way from the bottom to the top, finding succes w/o tht piece of paper tht says diploma. Sure it was the hard way, but what in this life is easy? So after alot of thinking at this dead-end job i decided to stop thinking and take iniciative. It may come at the expense of my deploma, or may not. Who really knows? Only time will tell. What i know is this. I have to take action and begin wht is, the rest of my life. And while i have no fancy gifts for my mother or mega law degree, i do have one thing. The key to pandora, the blueprint of success your way, the way mo mother did so long ago. Only irony can explain my next series of moves in life. I plan to apply for septa, drive a bus and make good money, thts my key, the same way my mother did it so many years ago. Ooo tht pesky sense of irony. And while this plan is in the beginning stages of existence, without the security of a collage diploma, atleast im beginnin to regain control of my life once again.

Pandora's Box

HES BACK......

Srry for my absense fellow bloggers. CPU problems forced my short absense, But Poptart Bill is back n i got 15 blogs on deck which i will release 1 per 3 days, startin with the blog below called "Its 4th DOWN MR.RODGERS" a short story tht will catch ure attention. As i said before.. My blogs will rang  from sports to real shit..so stay tuned cuz ur bout to get a heavy dose of the mind of Mr. Creep! Enjoy and leave feedback cuz feedback keeps us bloggers motivated!

Its 4th and goal Mr. Rodgers....

Its fourth down and goal to go. The ball is four yards from the goal line. We were trailing 21-27 and Four simple yards seperates us from victory and the playoffs. The once vivacious and energetic crowd is now left feeling subdued and hopeless. "thats the third time in a row they stopped us!" one fan said after three consecutive failed attemts resulted in a sack, and two busted plays. "put Mr. Rodgers in the game!!!" another fan screams. The panic in his voice is only supercieded by the fear of losing the game. You could feel the tension in the air as so much depends on this final play. The Coach uses his final time out. "put me in the game coach" the young half back screams before the coach could even say a word. The coach never flinches. He knew the kid would ask to be put in the game. He also knew he would ask for the ball. This is what he was born to do. Its the reason why coach even called the time out.  Coach simply looked up and nodded towards him. Releaved, the young Rodgers removed his jacket, pickep up his helmet and trotted onto the field with nothing more than confident smile he was so infamious for. "halfback slam" the coach instructs his offense. "Is tht Rodgers hobbling onto the field?" said a fan who sat close to the endzone. "It is!! Its Mr. Rodgers!!!!" Screamed another estatic fan, clearly excited to see their fearless leader trot to the huddle. The stadium erupts as the fans begin to realize the return of their hero. Bewildered however, the quarterback raises his objections through his headset, "coach u think his ankle is ready for this? Mabie we should run a playaction pass instead?" The coach wasted little time asserting his confidence. "Jimmy trust me.. Hes ready. He's been ready, and hes gonna get us to the playoffs." Jimmy was an instant believer.

As the opposing team realized what the fuss was about they call their final time out in an attempt change their formation and regain their focus. They knew all about Rodgers, and they knew how dangerous of a player he was. "Trust me" Rodgers said to Jimmy as he finally reached the huddle. "you guys worked hard to get us this far. Let me handle it from here" said Rodgers as he avoided eye contact in an attempt to hide his emitions. While noone in the huddle appeared to look nervous,  everyone seemed fairly confident. Rodgers looked up at his teamates and smiled, his o so infamous smile that was always seems to be followed with a victory. the rest of the team could only follow suit. They knew how hard Rodgers worked to get back to this point. Rehabbing his ankle day and night for months just for this moment. They knew he was ready. The tension that was on the field faded slowly, replaced only with confidence, with victory, and with a team full of smiles.

Both teams lined up. Both teams fighting for that final playoff spot. Both teams would put everything into this final play, but Rodgers would make the difference. "HIKE" jimmy yells, but he boggled the snap! Jimmy was poised and regained control. He handed the ball off to Rodgers effortlessly. Now its in the hands of rodgers. He ran hard but there were no holes. Everyone knew Rodgers was getting the ball, included the opposing team. But Rodgers was a fighter. He kept his legs movng and bounced it to the outside on the righthand side of the endzone. The defense was there however, as a linebacker and safety awaited. Rodgers kept his cool, turned around and reversed field. He quickly ran to the left side of the endzone, breaking tackles effortlessly and jucking defenders out of their shoes in the process. The crowd could do nothing but ooooohh and ahhhh and watch in amazement as the berry sanders clone worked his magic. "hes not human!!! Hes a freak!!! " one girl said. " i hear the trojans and gators are after him" another fan noted.

Rodgers was a mere yard away from scoring and leading his team to the playoffs. What happened after that could only be described as surreal. Again two defenders came between Rodgers and the endzone. Rodgers knew he could not risk reversing the field again. He knew he had to get into the endzone. He lowered his shoulders and plowed foward, but the big burly defensive end was not easily moved. Rodgers pumped his feet in a final effort to cross the plane, putting forth almost supernatural strenth against the defender. Another safety however dove towards Rodgers with all his might to help his struggling Defensive End. The crown of his helmet landed at the ankle of Rodgers. The same hobbled ankle that Rodgers broke just a few short months ago. The collision could be heard from miles away and instantly muted the shocked crowd. Rodgers heroics would end rite there at the one yard line as he instantly fell to the ground and fumbled the ball. The safety recovered the ball while Rodgers cradled on the grass in sheer agony. The game was over. They win and we lose. The stadium was quite. Very quiet. Not a sound could be heard but the opposing bench cheering and Rodgers crying in agony. Coach was absolutly astonished as his promise of victory fell short by a mere yard and a reinjured ankle. Jimmy alertly went over to help Rodgers off the field. Rodgers pride may have been more injured than his ankle however. "I thought i could do it" he told Jimmy. "I thought i was ready." Jimmy looked at Rodgers and smiled, his smile not so confident as it was sarcastic. "u did good Rodgers," Jimmy said, "but i told u we shoulda ran the play-action pass"

   

My thoughts on LeBron

I'm sure that anyone who has watched ESPN over the last year or so has heard them talking about LeBron James, with good reason. He is one of the best players in the NBA, winning things left and right, except the BIG one. He can opt out of his contract/become a free agent this upcoming summer, in what is possibly one of the biggest free agency periods in NBA history. He's still young, and he will continue to be a dominant force in the league for years to come. He's being compared to legendary players, such as Oscar Robertson, the triple double king, and Michael "Air" Jordan. He even got props from guaranteed Hall of Famer Shaquille O'Neal, who wants to "win a ring for the King". However, Lebron is not perfect.

He's is a great player, but he does have his flaws. I don't think he can shoot. Sure he makes a long distance shot here and there, but he is starting to be known for taking reckless shots. His drive game is incredibly dangerous. We all know he has a monster dunk. If people were able to start getting into position to take charges, rack up a couple of quick fouls and get him to start shooting. He is a great player; he isn't untouchable.

No one can deny the impact he has had on the Cavaliers. Not including the late 80's/early 90's, the Cavaliers weren't that much of a team to talk about. Then LeBron arrived, and he put that team on his back. Put them in the spotlight. I think that if Lebron left Cleveland, I think that slowly and surely, the Cavaliers would drift into an eighth-seeded type of team.

In terms of marketability, LeBron could be the next Jordan. Seriously. From a PR point of view, he is a potential gold mine. I do, however, think he was a complete asshole for wearing a Yankees cap at a Indians game. That is like a HUGE slap to the face of all Indians' fans; to have the star of their team wearing the cap of an opponent who just happens to be from a place he may possibly play. The ONLY reason any fan forgave him for that is because he could lead the Cavs to a title.

I don't think he will win it this year. I think that from the West, the Lakers and the Spurs could knock them out. From the East, I think that if the Celtics don't knock them out, the Magic will......again.

To end this, one last thought: I wish ESPN would take LeBron's dick out of their mouths......

Cougars

This is my first blog posting in a while, and I need to get back into the mix. I've noticed that I seem to attract the older ladies. It's like I secrete some type of pheromone that they can sniff out. I almost bagged one after work. I guess these women like em young and dark. I cant complain. Cougars are the women who are in the midlife crisis that wanna get their groove back. I can't blame them if they want some. I'm bout to be a cougar hunter lol.