A Montejo

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Excuses, excuses,
And at the root of it all,
self doubt.

Tab upon tab sit at my finger clicks.
“Research” pulled up. A road map of jettisoned tangents.
A nap. A nap will give my mind a pause, a relief, rest.

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All Alone

As has been well documented the Kansas City Chiefs lost to the Colts 44-45 on Saturday January 4th, 2014.  As a Chiefs fan this was a heartbreaking loss.  I had to work from 2-10pm that Saturday night.  I turned off all score alerts, all text messages, any and all notifications that I might receive via my cell phone about the game.  I told my family and friends to not tell me anything about the game.  I was going to watch it that night on NFL Game Rewind.  I had only 2 hours left to go in my shift when I saw a customer with a KC beanie walk in.  My heart plummeted.  Continue reading “All Alone”

The Mamba is Human

This week is the last week of the 2012-2013 NBA regular season. The Los Angeles Lakers were able to scrap together a push to the playoffs, and with some help from a free falling Jazz team, they snagged the 7th seed. The Lakers are now in the playoffs but, they have no chance to win even a series, let alone the title*. As shortly as 10 days ago, you could have made a case that the Lakers were starting to gel, that they could put together a run, once they reached the playoffs. This case hinged on Kobe Bryant. Continue reading “The Mamba is Human”

Opening Day

Cold, it was very cold today.  Not extreme winter cold, but for a Texas boy, this April Fool’s day in Illinois was fucking cold.  It was a good turn out, eight of us bundled in long sleeve shirts, sweaters and jackets.  It’s called layering, a term I was quickly learning.  The course was set up and with a crack of mallet against ball the season began.

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I am in Springfield Illinois. I have been here for over a month. A dog named, Butter, sniffs around my room. Who am I? How did I arrive here? Most importantly, where am I going? I know, I know, cliché questions. But aren’t they the heart of any story, of any life, of any organism blessed/cursed with self awareness. How melodramatic I get or always am.

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