It has officially been 6 months in Japan. I was dropped off at the apartment after practice this afternoon, and my one pair of practice shorts seemed to have busted a few holes in them. I’d like to think it was a result of my hustle, diving for loose basketballs throughout practice everyday; but in … More Calamity
The sign on the outside reads “Ponytail.” Inside sits a petite man on his computer surfing the latest hologram music videos of Michael Jackson. His wife exits through the back door of the shop into their home to put away fresh vegetables. Day by day, my hair continues to grow, and the hand-carved, wooden sign … More A Foreign Fade
The Christmas music blares through the speakers. The fans are decked out in Santa Clause hats or Rudolph antlers. The joy for the holiday permeates the arena as I take the floor to warm up before the game. Christmas lights cover the trees outside, and the gym lights flash green and red throughout the … More Light up Christmas…
Today, I went to Hell and back. It started with a pamphlet. From there, I took the journey. The bus schedule and Drew were not cooperating, and I was surprisingly in the walking mood. It was a long walk for me –an hour and some change total. But soon Hell’s gates appeared, as a giant … More Hell’s For Real
The hunger bites at your stomach like a young puppy gnawing on his rawhide. The world lives off snacks. That is why I decided to make a trip to the local convenience store to see what this part of the world offered during the coveted snack time! Where do I begin? Food and candy covered … More Americans Taste Test Japanese Snacks
Some say life is like a box of chocolates… You never know what you are going to get? I say, when you buy a box of chocolates from a local Japanese grocery, then you KNOW you are getting yourself into some nasty-tasting trouble. For two weeks, I have been walking down a block from my … More Groceries Anyone?
BEEEEP BEEEEP…. Its 4:50 on a foggy Wednesday morning and its time to take on the world. No more of Momma’s home-cooked meals. No more big man on campus feelings. No more best friend/teammate as a roommate. No more homework to accomplish. No more daily crazy college basketball schedules. It’s just me – staring blankly … More “Life Outside a Holster”
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