kicking it old school

In late January, I'll be playing some basketball. So of course I needed some hi-tops. So these are the sweet ones I just bought. But there's a story behind it. It's not that interesting...but whatever...

When I was in high school, (junior high to be exact), I joined the B-ball team, and got these sneaks, mostly because they were the cheapest hi-tops you could buy. COnverse was still the only company who didn't jump on the Nike 4 million dollar shoe bandwagon. So I started to really like these. There were no air systems or pumps to break down. They were the last of a straight up basketball shoe era. But sadly, soon after by sophomore year, we couldn't buy these Converse hi-tops anymore, because they jumped up to 100 bucks a pair. So we lived on the cheap-o's which fell apart in no time.
So while browsing with Wally on the web for shoes, we skimed by efootwear and found these puppies at old school prices. $40- can you beleive it.

Ok so I'm too excited about sneakers (yes in Canada we don't call them b-ball shoes, we call them sneakers). But not only do I get my fav shoe of all time, but I get them at a great price.

That's all. I warned you that it wasn't that interesting

If only these shoes could help my game...

blockin' the shot

for those hockey afficionado, you'll appreciate this. I took a puck off the top of the foot last night. It killed. But I blocked the shot. I think the worst part is that Judy didn't see it. I think it's funny how my ego works. I didn't block to shot to impress her to to get praise, but when she didn't experience it, I was kind of perturbed. I guess I wanted her to see my macho-reckless-put the team first before my own safety- way of play. Although, she hates that. final score was 6-0...not for us. I got very frustrated when we had several two on ones, where the puck carrier (the same guy every time) got greedy and wouldn't pass it. and of course we didn't get a shot even.

ok enough ramblin'... sometimes Hockey is like life & ministry to me. I can get so frustrated and so ego centric, thinking I could do better and think to myself, why do I do this...but the truth is I love it. and I return to it because I love it. It's a part of me. It's who I am.

I'm really starting to see who Jason is, and I think I like him, all 300+lbs of him..heh heh

Ginormagantuous

good word...heard it the other night...it means big, real big. No point to that.

had a good talk with a great friend the other night. A.P. called and man was it good to hear his voice...very encouraging guy he is. he'll be the next goofy looking guy pictured on the back of the next great thology book. You go A.P.

Talking to him reminded me of something that happened Monday night. Backgroud: Sunday night a bunch of friends from watermark came to see me play hockey. Anyway, on Monday Ryder Smith came up to me and said that he was "amazed at how fast I could run on my skates." Keep in mind he has no basis for comparisons at how fast is fast, but still, my ego got a boost. but it got me to thinking. Who ever said kids should be seen and not heard, should be seen and shot. there was such a pure motive in Ryder's words and it made the encouragement so sweet and meaningful. Here's the point: we need to empowerer kids to be more like themselves. This kid has a gift, and he's being enabled to use it, and because of it, the body (being me in theis case) is edified. So many kids are told to be quiet or "to behave" (which is absurd to begin with, because they're kids they should act like kids).

If you have kids, encourage them to use their gifts and whatever you do, don't be a catalyst for snuffing the pure hearted child's unique role in life. I think the word is "Woe" to us who discourage a child.

take it or leave it. it's what I feel.

Decisions, decisions, decisions....

Got many decisions to make, like what color underwear to put on....but that's the least of my concerns. For this about to Rock, we salut you...but for those who care to pray...pray for wisdom and patience. I need to see how I fit into the kingdom's plans before I move

I dare me to move...I double dog dare me