JUST ME From the time I was little I knew I was great `cause the people would tell me -"you`ll make it - just wait." But they never did tell me how great I would be if I ever played someone who was greater than me. When I`m in my backyard -I`m king with the ball. To swish all those baskets is no sweat at all. But all of a sudden there`s a man in my face who doesn`t seem to realize - I`m king of this place. So the pressure gets to me - I rush with the ball. My passes to teammates could fly through the wall. My jumpers not falling - my dibbles not sure. My hand is not steady - my eye is not pure. The fault is my teammates - they don`t understand. The fault is my coach`s - what a terrible plan. The fault is the call by that blind referee but the fault is not mine - I`m the greatest you see. Then finally it hits me when I started to see that the face in the mirror looks exactly like me. It wasn`t my teammates who were dropping the ball and it wasn`t my coach shooting bricks at the wall. That face in the mirror that was always so great had some room for improvement - instead of just hate. So I stopped blaming others and I started to grow. My play got much better and it started to show. And all of my teammates didn`t seem quite so bad. I learned to depend on the good friends I had. Now I like myself better since I started to see - I was lousy being great - I`m much better being me.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 06:12:38 +0000
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