Jr. Jazz - A True Man's Game
With all the hatred and violence going on in the world today, people need something they can look to in times of great trials. For me, and many others in this community, this beacon of hope is Jr. Jazz basketball. Jr. Jazz, while it may be a less prestigious league than, shall we say, the NBA, it's competition is just as intense. While most enjoy this competition, and partake of it any chance they get, there are always those that feel they are too, well, "cool" for the game.
From the moment I first picked up a basketball, I eagerly anticipated the day I would play in Jr. Jazz basketball. I attended my brother's games, which fueled my drive to compete even more. My proud day finally came in January of 1998. I was in the 3rd grade, my first year of eligibility, and I was psyched to get started. Why do I love this game so much? Well, some of us are just born with a natural drive to compete, and to dominate. It is lucky that I was blessed with the skills to do these things. Just as Jake Glenn about that one.
Well, here I am in 2005, with the fear that I may not be able to play Jr. Jazz this year. Yes, it's true that if I walked away from the game right now, I would leave Jr. Jazz basketball as the all-time career leader in points, assists, and assists-to-turnover ratio, but quitting is just not my style. While some (Hank Hillstead) can live with themselves after quitting something they have worked their whole life for, I simply cannot. This is why I need you, reader. Give me a call. My number is 224-7215. And Mr. Rich, if you would be so kind as to post this on the wall of blog fame, it would be most appreciated. I need your help!
But why do I need your help? This is a question I have often asked myself in my most solitary moments of meditation. I believe the answer is simply put, that I lack the resources to organize, manage, coach, and star on a winning basketball team. While I could put together a sorry excuse for a team with a half-baked effort, I choose not to. I've always been a team player, and I believe the reader should be as well, and pass on my desperate message. Again, that number is 224-7215, and my name is Cuyler Frisby. Hi-C for short.
See you on the hardwood!
From the moment I first picked up a basketball, I eagerly anticipated the day I would play in Jr. Jazz basketball. I attended my brother's games, which fueled my drive to compete even more. My proud day finally came in January of 1998. I was in the 3rd grade, my first year of eligibility, and I was psyched to get started. Why do I love this game so much? Well, some of us are just born with a natural drive to compete, and to dominate. It is lucky that I was blessed with the skills to do these things. Just as Jake Glenn about that one.
Well, here I am in 2005, with the fear that I may not be able to play Jr. Jazz this year. Yes, it's true that if I walked away from the game right now, I would leave Jr. Jazz basketball as the all-time career leader in points, assists, and assists-to-turnover ratio, but quitting is just not my style. While some (Hank Hillstead) can live with themselves after quitting something they have worked their whole life for, I simply cannot. This is why I need you, reader. Give me a call. My number is 224-7215. And Mr. Rich, if you would be so kind as to post this on the wall of blog fame, it would be most appreciated. I need your help!
But why do I need your help? This is a question I have often asked myself in my most solitary moments of meditation. I believe the answer is simply put, that I lack the resources to organize, manage, coach, and star on a winning basketball team. While I could put together a sorry excuse for a team with a half-baked effort, I choose not to. I've always been a team player, and I believe the reader should be as well, and pass on my desperate message. Again, that number is 224-7215, and my name is Cuyler Frisby. Hi-C for short.
See you on the hardwood!
1 comment:
sorry but i lead the league in assists, blocked shots, and points scored. get over it.
-Jake "penetrator" Glenn
Post a Comment