Two Decades

Two Decades

Four weeks ago, I turned 20 years old. I didn’t think much of it then, and I don’t think much of it now.

I don’t find birthdays too exciting anymore. When you’re little, birthdays are a big deal because you get presents, cake and all of this attention. Everything is about you, and it’s great. Your birthday is a day that celebrates you; it celebrates your existence. Your birthday is a day that celebrates how far you’ve come so far in life and how far you can still go.

Somewhere along the way in my 20 years of existence, I lost the excitement for that. That’s not to say I don’t like birthdays anymore, but, to quote Jamie Tworkowski in his oh-so-wonderful book If You Feel Too Much, “i like birthdays. i like them more for other people, but I’m glad we celebrate them.” Read more “Two Decades”

Here’s to you, Captain

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I’ve been interested in basketball for as long as I can remember, and the same goes for the Chicago Bulls, but it wasn’t until 2003 that I really cared about the sport.

The Bulls have always been my favorite team—it was kind of hard to avoid—but I didn’t have a favorite player for the longest time. I didn’t care enough about basketball to have one. I favored Scottie Pippen a bit when I was a kid, just because I had my brother’s hand-me-down Pippen Bulls jersey, but I couldn’t even say I had even watched him play.

When 2003 rolled around, I suddenly had an increased interest in basketball—probably because my brother became more interested in it. I randomly became a fan of LeBron James and a bunch of other 2003-draftees, including Kirk Hinrich.

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