Two hours south of my hometown of Modesto, Ca., is the city of Fresno. With a population just north of 500,000, it’s colloquially referred to as a “bigger Modesto.” The description is apt, as both cities share an agricultural heritage and both cities have fallen on economic hard times. Forbes has both cities ranked back-to-back as some of America’s Worst Cities For Jobs. And if that weren’t enough, a quick Google search has the neighboring cities on a wide array of unflattering lists. [Read more…]
I am fascinated by a story former UCLA basketball coach John Wooden shares in his book Wooden: A Lifetime of Observations and Reflections. At the first squad meeting before the beginning of each season, Coach Wooden would take the time to personally show his players how to properly put on their socks.
“Carefully roll the socks down to the toes, ball of the foot, arch and around the heel, then pull the sock up snug so there will be no wrinkles of any kind.”
After they finished with one foot, Wooden would have the players move on to the next foot with the same meticulousness and carefulness. Once the players had finished putting their socks on, Coach Wooden would have them carefully inspect their feet to make sure there were no wrinkles, folds or creases present.
It may seem more like a scene from Full Metal Jacket. After all at first glance, it does sound excessive. But Coach Wooden had his reasons.
On Sunday, FC Barcelona won their 5th La Liga Championship in 7 years. Next week, they will play Athletic Bilbao for the Spanish Cup title. And on June 6th, they will face Juventus for the Champions League title.
They can end their season with a historic treble. Three titles. Rare and historic.
What a difference a few months make, for it was in January that the club was in seeming disarray. [Read more…]
Lately, I’ve been having a lot of feelings. I blame my roommate Will for making me watch “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” and I blame Drake, for well being Drake and being on Spotify (Last time I listened to Drake, I wound up sitting in my room, alone, with the lights turned off for like 8 hours).
Perhaps it’s fitting too, that me feeling stuff comes around Thanksgiving, when family, friends and good times come about. Although it’s a great week, it’s also a weird week. Because Thanksgiving is the closest we can ever get to going “home”.
I used to think that I would never meet you. I think that’s what my anxiety and FOMO was. It was fear of missing out on you. Like you were out there and I was just one outing away from meeting you.
As time went on I became more and more anxious, doubting that I’d ever meet you. But today more than ever, I am certain that our paths will cross. It was a warm feeling of certainty that came over me as I spoke aloud the promise I will recount to you now. [Read more…]
Much of the summer sports hoopla has been around LeBron’s return to Cleveland. After four years and two championships in Miami, LeBron is coming home to the team that drafted him and the city that raised him.
“Happiness cannot be pursued; it must ensue.”
-Viktor Frankl, “Man’s Search For Meaning”
If you ask any of my fellow alumni of The Great Recession what they want most out of life, chances are they will say that they “just want to be happy.” [Read more…]
“I’m not moving, I am just going to a new city.” I told Mary.
“…but MARTIN” her voice screeched highly and her face contorted to reflect her confusion “that IS moving. You’re moving to a new city, that’s a big deal!”
Mary had been suggesting for some time that we throw a going away party for me. But I was against the idea from the get go. I love parties as much as the next 26 year old, but I didn’t feel that this was a anything that warranted a party.
For one, I didn’t want all the attention on me. I hate that. Secondly, I didn’t want to jinx my move. I thought that if we threw a party, that the move would fall through and I would have had to explain to everyone why I was back in the bay area and not in New York.
But most of all, I didn’t want a party because it honestly didn’t feel like I was moving anywhere. Sure, I was going to a new city, in this case New York, but I wasn’t changing. It was just going to be me, there. [Read more…]
“Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained? Is this not why you are here?”
Russell Crowe barked out these iconic lines in the critically acclaimed “Gladiator”. But his words could just as easily be uttered after every football game. [Read more…]