Thoughts On Young Edward House
M.D. Wright
5.7.09
You know, I'm really getting tired of this guy's act. He has Kevin Garnett and Doc Rivers over there gassing him up like he's Reggie Miller or something. This guy needs to pipe down. He acts like he's a big shot, when he's a SUPER LITE version of Vinnie Johnson aka "The Microwave". Vinnie never jumped around like a chihuahua in heat and getting in the opposing teams' faces taunting and having conniptions whenever the referees whistle him for obviously committed fouls. This bum was in the NBA doldrums until Ainge rescued him off the scrap heap. Dear GOD.
Then last night, when my dude Skip (Rafer Alston) SONS House for taunting and throwing an elbow, House wants to say ALL OF A SUDDEN that Skip was playing "Bush League" basketball.
Yeah, and gallivanting around trash talking after you hit WIDE OPEN (of which 3/4 of his shots are) shots, whining about calls like someone on their way to the electric chair and then acting as if you've done something when only 8 of your points were scored on Skip (who actually outscored you head to head) isn't Bush League.
Dear God I wish Skip would've knocked his headband clear off. I can't stand House (OR NANCY BALLPLAYERS LIKE HIM).
Nor his JOHN STOCKTON PROTEGE backcourt mate, Rajon Rondo who is about the dirtiest point guard in the league (about to surpass Chris Paul for that distinction).
You already know how I feel about the Celtics from being a lifelong Knick fan and watching how the refs cheated for them so blatantly in the 80s. Now they're doing it again.
As politically incorrect as I wanna be.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
My Life... And The Mountains Corollary
My Life... And The Mountains Corollary
M.D. Wright
5.7.09
Everyone is familiar with peaks and valleys. It is an easy analogy/parable to use to describe an otherwise complex situation. Complex being the status and function of my life after pretty much spending the first 16 years at the peak ha.
I was going well, escalating Mt. Everest gradually and methodically. No slips, no missed steps, and then springtime comes and the ice caps begin to melt. That sends melted snow and mud down the cliff, which cause me to lose my footing (the Erythrodermic Psoriasis throughout 9th-12th grade -- nightmares in high school; kept me from playing basketball for the school team and relegated me to running track and immersing myself in music erstwhile). I spent the rest of my teen years sliding down the proverbial cliff.
Nevertheless, ever resilient, I rebounded. God healed me of the skin disorder and I began asserting myself with my job and starting my own small business. I also began to speculate in real estate at age 21. I had it all: cars, nice job, healthy savings, potential real estate holdings, looks, nice clothing, able to travel frequently, fine dining and meeting influential people who were willing to help me achieve my dreams. I was on my way back up that rough side of the mountain.
Segue.
I figured going back to school (I left Long Island in '98) in 2004 would help solidify things for me. I had an informal education through one on one mentoring from a local millionaire and a family friend who not only is a minister in the church (and his wife is an elder in the church as well), but is a real estate broker also. I learned a lot from these people; further building upon the sturdy foundation that my parents had set with the vast knowledge that I had acquired from them.
HOWEVER, as I continued to build (co-founding a non-profit organization in 2004 -- ironically built and designed to help people who were in the situation I ended up in as a RESULT of it not getting off the ground), another avalanche occurred, which threatened to knock me back down the mountain again. This time it knocked me completely down the mountain to the deepest valley. I had never fallen this low; not even in high school, because I still played sports -- just not basketball and football like I would have (and excelled at, just ask my classmates and coaches). I had everything. A new 350Z car, which was my dream, in Sept. 2004, three streams of income set up, networking and helping other people get started on businesses (many of whom forgot I existed when I was going through the worst of times) and encouraged many others.
For people who did not come along until 2005 or 2006, they have no idea from whence I came. Instead of them attempting to one-up me, they would be wise to check with me to find out what to look out for in their blind spots and also other things to know in order to achieve and sustain success. Instead, many of them -- having never even been through anything in life to this point -- are doling out dry advice as if my situation is ever so simple. I don't wish anything on anyone, but I really want all of these people to remember their "advice" and not run to their parents to bail them out of financial binds when trials inevitably come their way.
I know I have not slipped and fallen this many times for naught. I'm not a quitter. I'm a maverick and a warrior. I'm ever-resilient and will find a lesson in every failure. Besides, every "failure" presents an opportunity for greater success. I embrace it. I learn more every time. This time, I plan to get to the top of the mountain, stay there, and teach others the arduous journey and help them along the way as a tour guide would for amateur mountain climbers.
M.D. Wright
5.7.09
Everyone is familiar with peaks and valleys. It is an easy analogy/parable to use to describe an otherwise complex situation. Complex being the status and function of my life after pretty much spending the first 16 years at the peak ha.
I was going well, escalating Mt. Everest gradually and methodically. No slips, no missed steps, and then springtime comes and the ice caps begin to melt. That sends melted snow and mud down the cliff, which cause me to lose my footing (the Erythrodermic Psoriasis throughout 9th-12th grade -- nightmares in high school; kept me from playing basketball for the school team and relegated me to running track and immersing myself in music erstwhile). I spent the rest of my teen years sliding down the proverbial cliff.
Nevertheless, ever resilient, I rebounded. God healed me of the skin disorder and I began asserting myself with my job and starting my own small business. I also began to speculate in real estate at age 21. I had it all: cars, nice job, healthy savings, potential real estate holdings, looks, nice clothing, able to travel frequently, fine dining and meeting influential people who were willing to help me achieve my dreams. I was on my way back up that rough side of the mountain.
Segue.
I figured going back to school (I left Long Island in '98) in 2004 would help solidify things for me. I had an informal education through one on one mentoring from a local millionaire and a family friend who not only is a minister in the church (and his wife is an elder in the church as well), but is a real estate broker also. I learned a lot from these people; further building upon the sturdy foundation that my parents had set with the vast knowledge that I had acquired from them.
HOWEVER, as I continued to build (co-founding a non-profit organization in 2004 -- ironically built and designed to help people who were in the situation I ended up in as a RESULT of it not getting off the ground), another avalanche occurred, which threatened to knock me back down the mountain again. This time it knocked me completely down the mountain to the deepest valley. I had never fallen this low; not even in high school, because I still played sports -- just not basketball and football like I would have (and excelled at, just ask my classmates and coaches). I had everything. A new 350Z car, which was my dream, in Sept. 2004, three streams of income set up, networking and helping other people get started on businesses (many of whom forgot I existed when I was going through the worst of times) and encouraged many others.
For people who did not come along until 2005 or 2006, they have no idea from whence I came. Instead of them attempting to one-up me, they would be wise to check with me to find out what to look out for in their blind spots and also other things to know in order to achieve and sustain success. Instead, many of them -- having never even been through anything in life to this point -- are doling out dry advice as if my situation is ever so simple. I don't wish anything on anyone, but I really want all of these people to remember their "advice" and not run to their parents to bail them out of financial binds when trials inevitably come their way.
I know I have not slipped and fallen this many times for naught. I'm not a quitter. I'm a maverick and a warrior. I'm ever-resilient and will find a lesson in every failure. Besides, every "failure" presents an opportunity for greater success. I embrace it. I learn more every time. This time, I plan to get to the top of the mountain, stay there, and teach others the arduous journey and help them along the way as a tour guide would for amateur mountain climbers.
NBA/NHL Officiating 2009 Playoffs Version
NBA/NHL Officiating 2009 Playoffs Version
(M.D. Wright, J. Albert)
5.7.09
DEAR GOD.
That's all I can say. The officiating in both sports has been CRIMINAL all decade, really. And the crescendo has occurred right under our noses in the playoffs in both the NBA and NHL.
In Game 3 of the Western Conference Semifinals in the NHL, the Detroit Red Wings had a great chance to take hold of the series and go up 2-1 overall. Two horrific calls/decisions were made on the part of the referees. Initially, a very poor interference call stopped a rally for the Wings and with a little over a minute remaining in the game, Marian Hossa had a goal taken away because the referee didn't see the puck and called the play dead. SHEESH. Game ends 2-1. Series 2-1 in favor of the Anaheim Ducks.
The 4th quarter of Game 1 of the Orlando vs. Boston Eastern Conference Semifinals in the NBA -- and ALL of Game 2 of that same series has been a sad joke. The way the refs allowed Rondo and Pierce to simply launch their bodies into defenders and the Celtics go to the line 26 times in the 2nd half AFTER NOT SHOOTING ANY IN THE FIRST -- while not changing the way they played -- is beyond me. I would have no problem with this except the refs did not call Boston for the same fouls when Orlando was on offence.
Then, in Game 2, I saw several non-called fouls on the Celtics when Magic players were pulled blatantly, grabbed, fouled across the arms -- highlighted by Glen "Big Baby" aka Fat F--- Davis RAKING Dwight Howard about the arms for a "steal". This wasn't the worst part of the play. Not the fact that it was not called, not the fact that Eddie House (who I now hate) got a layup off the "steal" but get this:
DAVIS HAD THE BALL IN HIS HANDS WITH BOTH FEET CLEARLY OUT OF BOUNDS. The referee was standing right there.
NO CALL.
For people who are 30 and older (or if you are able to remember the 80s Celtics at the old Boston Garden well enough) were having flashbacks of the Bird, Parish, McHale, Ainge, Johnson Celtics who feasted off cheating referees like this on their way to three titles. This is why I hate Boston. I'm having flashbacks to the 80s.
Wings fans are going to revolt if they lose that series to the overmatched DUCKS. DEAR GOD.
(M.D. Wright, J. Albert)
5.7.09
DEAR GOD.
That's all I can say. The officiating in both sports has been CRIMINAL all decade, really. And the crescendo has occurred right under our noses in the playoffs in both the NBA and NHL.
In Game 3 of the Western Conference Semifinals in the NHL, the Detroit Red Wings had a great chance to take hold of the series and go up 2-1 overall. Two horrific calls/decisions were made on the part of the referees. Initially, a very poor interference call stopped a rally for the Wings and with a little over a minute remaining in the game, Marian Hossa had a goal taken away because the referee didn't see the puck and called the play dead. SHEESH. Game ends 2-1. Series 2-1 in favor of the Anaheim Ducks.
The 4th quarter of Game 1 of the Orlando vs. Boston Eastern Conference Semifinals in the NBA -- and ALL of Game 2 of that same series has been a sad joke. The way the refs allowed Rondo and Pierce to simply launch their bodies into defenders and the Celtics go to the line 26 times in the 2nd half AFTER NOT SHOOTING ANY IN THE FIRST -- while not changing the way they played -- is beyond me. I would have no problem with this except the refs did not call Boston for the same fouls when Orlando was on offence.
Then, in Game 2, I saw several non-called fouls on the Celtics when Magic players were pulled blatantly, grabbed, fouled across the arms -- highlighted by Glen "Big Baby" aka Fat F--- Davis RAKING Dwight Howard about the arms for a "steal". This wasn't the worst part of the play. Not the fact that it was not called, not the fact that Eddie House (who I now hate) got a layup off the "steal" but get this:
DAVIS HAD THE BALL IN HIS HANDS WITH BOTH FEET CLEARLY OUT OF BOUNDS. The referee was standing right there.
NO CALL.
For people who are 30 and older (or if you are able to remember the 80s Celtics at the old Boston Garden well enough) were having flashbacks of the Bird, Parish, McHale, Ainge, Johnson Celtics who feasted off cheating referees like this on their way to three titles. This is why I hate Boston. I'm having flashbacks to the 80s.
Wings fans are going to revolt if they lose that series to the overmatched DUCKS. DEAR GOD.
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