I Got A List Of Deamands!

I demand that Nike stop making their adds so damn addictive. I saw this add the other day when I was watching softball and I got onto youtube and snatched the video up as well as the video for the actual song. Which is properly titled, List of Demands.

This motivated me to go back down to the high school field that I spent working on my game at last summer. The teams left the nets in the goals as opposed to last year and there is nothing like watching your shot smack against the back of the ol' onion bag. And there is nothing like looking back on the past year and the simple fact that in about a weeks time it will be the one year anniversary of me breaking my leg because I decided to be dumb and go play in the middle of the night.

I would almost say that this past year has been the roughest of my life. It doesn't even compare to the year that we got kicked out of our house or the year that followed my grandmothers death. It feels like something was robbed from me over the past twelve months. Yeah, sure I was walking again in ten weeks but all that work was destroyed. All the shuttle runs. All the nights playing in front of Humanities in the freezing cold with the wind. All the work I did to develop my juggle and my touch. All the plyometric work to develop my jump. It all got pissed away almost a year ago. I remember leaving the hospital after they released me before my surgery and I started crying as the nurse waited with me for my mom to pull the car around. She asked me why I was crying and I told her, "it's seventy degrees, good breeze, and no humidity... my feet should be on a ball getting to know it even better than it already does." She looked at me kinda awkwardly for a moment then it sunk in.

It's been rough but I've got back to it. I played at school on a basketball court but to be back on the grass today was liberating. The entire time I was down there I had the song from the add in my head. I've got my list of demands. I will increase the power in my shot by next year. I will run at least five days a week. I will get fast. I will develop touch. My better will be better than your better. It's simple. These are not goals, they are demands that I am making to myself and I will hold myself hostage until the demands are met. What are your demands? Find some and you will probably cease to be sitting around here reading my blog. Happy footie all.