This semester, I decided to take an overload semester just for a chance of going to Portland. As difficult as all of the school was at times, I’m glad I did it.
I enrolled in a second eight-week Media course called “SportsMedia Industry Immersion” and the class was centered around a week-long trip to Portland scheduled for after finals, from May 15-21.
What really sold me on the trip was the potential visit to Nike World Headquarters.
I first learned about the class/trip to Portland over winter break, so sometime in late December or early January, and the description mentioned how Nike would likely be one of the places visited. I absolutely love Nike, so that alone was enough for me to want to go on the trip.
Once Nike was confirmed, seeing their campus was the thing I was most looking forward to. Interestingly enough, going to Nike wasn’t necessarily the best part about the trip to Portland. But really, that’s just because of how great of a time I had in Portland as a whole. Read more “(S)Portlandia Adventures”
The following post is something I wrote after I first heard about Kobe Bryant’s decision to retire after the 2015-16 season, after reading his farewell letter to the sport of basketball. I didn’t necessarily feel like publishing this at the time, though. I wrote this more as a personal piece for me to reflect, to get my feelings out there, to figure out what those feelings truly were.
That changed Wednesday evening.
As I watched Kobe’s farewell begin on ESPN with Kobe sitting on the bench, staring up at the abnormally large video board at the Staples Center, I felt a little sadder than I thought. I felt like I could have cried if I really wanted to, as if the tears slowly started to build up, but ultimately never left because I didn’t feel emotional enough.
Then he made those pair of free throws to score 60 points, and I wanted to cry more than ever before that night. Not sad tears, but happy tears: A 60-point game is such a grand way to go out, and it made me happy to see.
But I never expected that I would even potentially cry.
For some reason, at that moment, I decided this was something I wanted to publish. I’m not sure why, but I suppose it’s just my way of honoring the Black Mamba. Read more “Legendary: Honoring Kobe Bryant and His Dedication”
I thought it was over.
It was already a few minutes past 2 p.m. The trade deadline had come, and it seemed as though the Bulls were standing pat despite rumored efforts to deal Pau Gasol.
I kept scrolling through my Twitter timeline, though. My sports PR class still hadn’t started yet, so I figured I could try and catch whatever last-minute trades were made.
But then I saw his name: Kirk Hinrich. Read more “Thank you, Captain”
The first sport I can remember being exposed to is basketball.
I didn’t grow up with cable television, so the NBA Finals was pretty much all the basketball I would watch for a good chunk of my childhood. But even then, basketball wasn’t the first sport I got involved with.
Soccer was the first sport I actually played, and I have no clue what brought about the interest in it. I just remember that, one day, I was really interested in the sport, and my mom let me enroll in a soccer summer camp for the park district.
I participated in a soccer summer camp two years in a row before I ditched the sport, and that was all thanks to an increased interest in basketball.
Read more “Yes, I am both a Bulls fan and a LeBron fan”