TMD: Jordan 2010

Who would have thunk that blisters would actually be beneficial to me? Having played over 3 hours of basketball this Tuesday, and having acquired a blister on each foot, each with the diameter of about 1.5 inches, I am now forced to hobble around like a gimp. What's worse is that the pain caused by these blisters are preventing me from doing any kind of physical activity. No running, no basketball, no my Tifa, etc.

But, because they are preventing me from physical activities, they are allowing my knee to heal.

They also gave me an opportunity to buy new basketball shoes. Blisters are caused by an excess of friction between the foot and the sole. The padding of my old basketball shoes were not sufficient enough to handle my jukes, jives, cuts, and sprints. I was simply too fast for those shoes. Even the Flash needs foot support I guess. Therefore, I have my mind set on the Jordan 2010's. They. Are. AWESOME.

Any shoe that is endorsed by BOTH Michael Jordan AND Dywane Wade has to be awesome.

You might scoff. You might think I'm easy swayed by careful marketing schemes. You might think I'm a sucker for Jordan/Wade. You know what I say to that? You're absolutely right.

But look at the shoes! There's a huge VENT on the sides of the shoes for better airflow. My feet will be incredibly ventilated while my opponents feet will be burning up. This gives me an immediate advantage while playing basketball.

It makes my nerves tingle just even imagining wearing these amazing shoes. Perhaps I can even join the great duo who endorses these shoes in terms of basketball-ability thanks to the added advantages of the shoes. Then the the marketing agencies would have to stick me in their add which would look like this:

Yes sir, I will be stylin' and ballin' at the same time. That's how I roll.

Allergies

If there's one thing that's certain, it's this: allergies suck. Talk about the annoyance of allergies! Stuffy/runny nose, sneezing, itchy eyes, decline of concentration, all resulting in the loss of desire to be productive. How inconvenient.

My life has been bombarded by inconveniences recently. An injury to my knee has kept me from running, playing basketball, working out, and moving freely. A rock embedded in my hand has prevent me from enjoying the daily use of my hand (which IMO is pretty crucial). The loss of my band's drummer has left our band in dissonance. My license has been suspended for a very long time because of a miscommunication between the DMV and the Police.

And like most things in life, inconveniences take time to fix. My knee is slowly healing. The rock in my hand feels like its slowly disintegrating into my hand. Our band found a new drummer. My license will soon be un-suspended. But all of these things will heal with patience and time. And so will that.

But not everything. Not allergies.

TMD: Genesis

I've decided to begin a new journaling called Thursday Mornings with Dwayne (TMD) where I will be sharing everything and anything that has been circulating through my mind. I've come to this decision simply because Thursdays are my slowest days at work, and because I know how very interesting I am.

In my 24 year stint to become the awesomest man alive, I've experienced many "WTF" moments. "WTF" moments such as: "WTF? My pythons is huge!" or "WTF? I just juked so hard your socks fell off!" or even the rare "WTF? I just surprised myself with my awesomeness!" But never in my life have I encountered a "WTF" moment so grand, so unfathomably huge, that I almost pee'd myself.

And that was the moment I witnessed my very own brother become a retarded ballerina, slipping and sliding halfway down the bowling lane after releasing the ball, and then face planting ever so ungracefully in front of everyone. It was possibly the most depressing thing I had ever seen.

God is Good

Right when I think the world is difficult and everything has gone haywire...
God smacks me across the face with His holy hands.

Nice.

From The Words Of Russell Peters

"Be a man."

Life is Difficult

Right when you think everything is going well, life smacks you across the face with a fifty pound iron paddle forged from the depths of the grand canyon.

And the only thing that you can trust is once again, Him.

Perseverance.

Pictures

There is a small part of me that regrets being who I was and doing what I did that caused us to be where we are right now. If I could only turn back the hands of time.