What it does people? Man, I haven’t done anything on this for the longest time and I apologize. I had a feeling this would happen where I would ignore this blog, zone out and just do something else, and continue to say, “yea, I’ll get to it.” That is only partially true, the other proportion is the fact that I was finishing up summer classes and also this paper I am doing to finally get my diploma. Man, all this work for fancy piece of stationary with a gold stamp and a bunch of signatures… #yourekidding? #smh. I play you not. But anyway that is where I have been. Continue reading Embrace #thestruggle
AWWW SNAPS! First thing you have to do, aside from reading that exclamation and this opening sentence, is click play on the Youtube player. Second, sit back and let the sounds of the Yamaha electric piano vibrate your very core. Third, let the violin c(h)ords and (see what I did there?; cleverly cunning, I know) imitate the feeling your heart got when this song came on. And finally, let the bongos and drum snares pulse through your veins with unrelenting fervor. That’s right, “Roundball Rock” by the famous John Tesh always signified that something big was gonna happen. It meant that: A. it was Sunday, B. basketball was about to consume the next 5 hours of my life with insane quadruple-headers and C. the NBA on NBC was, and still is, the shit. Hopefully by hearing that familiar tune you have been time-ported back to the simpler days when ESPN was just Chris Berman making goofy noises with his mouth, ABC still had TGIF and everyone wanted to know what Topanga and Corey were going to do with their lives after Mr. Feeny’s class (go ahead and hate, you know you did too, TV was great back then). But ultimately, I want you to feel excited and amped for what is happening on Thursday afternoon 4 PM Pacific: The NBA Draft. Especially with this year’s free agency crop (which is an entirely different post in and of itself), this year’s draft will make you salivate at the depth of talent that is available. Unlike last year’s draft, I feel as if there is ample talent that even reaches into the mid 30s (second round for those unfamiliar to the process) and maybe even deeper. While the international feel is significantly less than it has been in years prior (damn you Jan Vesely and Donatas Motiejunas for wanting to wait another year… damn you!), it is now time for the stateside kiddies to flex their muscle.
I have never actually sat and done a mock draft, hell not even a top 10 mock draft. However, by some prodding (thanks Casey) I am going to try my hand at this because it seems fun and plus, if I get a few right outside of the top 10 it will make me feel as if I could run an NBA team (an all time dream, next to being a pro golfer and owning/designing golf courses). With this endeavor there are going to be some limitations and rules that I make. Firstly, I will mention, but not account entirely for the possibilities of traded picks or any of the politicking that occurs during the actual draft… I’m not fuckin’ Rain Man. Would be cool if I was that intuitive and intelligent, but I ain’t that good (no matter what your moms says… yea, I went there). Secondly, I doubt I will stick to the bullshit idea of “best player available” (BPA). If I feel like player X is legit and needed, but he would clash with so and so, player X is going there and so and so will just have to deal with it (Al Jefferson, I’m looking at you). Thirdly, since all good things come in threes, I open the picks up to debate in the comments section. And lastly, the first 30 is what I am going to do because I have not been researching enough to do a full 60. Please come and help mold my NBA Mock Draft 2010… ain’t no fun if we all can’t get some, right? On to the picks, Washington is on the clock…
Finally, and this is a long time coming, I am breaking internet ground and staking my turf. Bienvenidos a I Just Write Right, a blogsite that will be chalked full of good content. What you will find here is commentary, be it on sports, life, music or just whatever is wandering in the Eden of my mind. If you haven’t read the peripherals about who I am, I am Clement. Just graduated from college and trying to get acclimated to this “real world,” which is actually just a place where school doesn’t rule your life on the daily (aside: I dropped that phrase on a kid, couldn’t have been more than 17 or 18, and he had no idea what I meant by it… I thought in the generation that spurred urbandictionary.com everyone would know these colloquial terms… my faith in humanity during the informational era was shaken, not stirred Bond style). Anyway, the real world has been interesting for the past month or so, but man having no paper to work with makes experiencing the real world real tough, real words for real people. I mentally feel as I type this out that I have gotten away from something… ugh, writer’s block… but I digress.
As a resident in the progressive place of Portland (yea, I get alliterative like that. Literary terms FTW!), I like many things. I follow the NBA pretty darn well, with the Trail Blazers being my main squeeze (Schwayze style), I golf when I can in the summer, sustainability and the mantra of reduce/reuse/recycle is in my blood. I delve into the sport of baseball every so often, mostly for the Baltimore Orioles (who are stinking it up and looking like a sure bet for the #1 pick in the amateur draft next year) and the San Francisco Giants (in the surprisingly decent NL West this year), as well as fantasy baseball. Which reminds me, fantasy sports take a pretty good share of my time because I treat it like a job. I just HAVE to win, and I just HAVE to be ahead of the people I compete with. So I am openly accepting challenges if you want me to show you how to win, get at me. Along with those three teams, a focus on promoting green lifestyles, I am a big proponent of music and movies. I find myself always hearing new music and sharing it my peoples… as of now I’m on a major Chiddy Bang binge. I think this is enough to give an introductory note on me.
So lemme put you on the game of how this blog will work. Usually, but not always, I will put a song in the post. I mean, I know you’re enjoying the sounds of Slick Rick da Ruler coming from your speakers. I do it to put a mood on the post and for today we have an upbeat Ricky D fresh out the pen getting re-acclimated to the real world (eerie how I synched that up huh? Nah, I’m full of symmetry.). Welcome, and please come back again… I think I’ll talk about the NBA draft on Friday or so.