Blogs : Jason Richardson

Chapter Four

In the BWI airport line I dread the thought of going back to school…

….Hopelessly trying to avoid my return to the juggling routine that will become of my participation in classes, track, and social activities

Staring past the plane’s wing out the window, I reassured myself that this season will be the fusion of hard work and the adherence to having ‘fun’ during the process…

… Driving, switching lanes in Derrick’s Altima reminiscing on how much we’ve all changed since freshman year, the inexplicability of life itself, and the mutual understanding that we’re both allergic to drama

Unpacking, annoyed, wishing I could PAY somebody to unpack for me, I find the tub filled with my awards, the sparks been lit

… Kappa party dreads swinging, teammates having more fun than should be legal, DJ reppin’ “Track Team” cause we bring life to any party

Jogging and drills with Shalonda, I’m forever thankful for her Christian influence in my attempts at getting on my grind on a spiritual level as well

…Chillin with the freshman whose names I chose not to remember, only to realize I write people off way to easily and each were kewl as hell and fit well in the team chemistry

Destroying 10 wings with Jamil, napkins dingy with hot sauce, wings as hot as the random discussion about Coach Frye

…Elderly and sleepy, I high jump into a bed that’s 3 feet high, underneath… clothes, shoes, lint, ,oh… and one of the tubs of awards

Stomach cramping from Brandi being RETARDED, making people mad at our extensive index of inside jokes

…Facebook addiction gets the best of me, Hennessey and Belvedre do as well

Backflipped because I found out I only needed three classes to graduate, fell on my face because I realized that I’ll have to do my internship next semester to stay eligible

… Random people at the Russell House (campus cafeteria) staring hard at the ‘track’ table because we laugh so loudly we kick over chairs, tears drip, sides tighten, and a scene always created

Praising GOD that practice hasn’t started, laughing to myself at nights for how few pushups I can actually do

… Random peeks at Osaka results get my hyped, though lined with familiar feelings of  ‘why isn’t that me?’

Decent schedule nothing too crazy, Wack teachers with the mindset that they’re the ONLY class students have to take the semester

…Sippin’ Gatorade on the ROCKS while Eddie and I exchange conversation about his female trouble, haha!

Clock reads 10:30, Jamil’s on the phone as always…ends the call, blasts reggae ‘Big Tunes’ mixed with Weezy’s mixtape, Ray’s the driver the Explorer parks in front of the club

… Team meetings I see new faces and familiar ones, some of which I wish would have gotten lost over the summer

Spend money at the mall like money grows on trees in our dorms courtyard, receipts tucked in my desk in case I have a change of heart on some purple and white Nike dunks that were my impulse buy of the day

…Verizon connects my family’s conversation as we entertain the idea of me going back to D.C. for Howard’s homecoming

Spades games bring out the ‘blackness’ in my team, Aaron realizing he can’t play worth a damn, Antonio pissed in affirmation

…Walking around campus in basketball and Jordan slides wondering why people act like we’re in HS wearing ALL their new school clothes the first week

Pillow behind be for support as I read a Toni Morrison short story for class, awoke too early thinking it would take considerably longer

… Feeling too profound to go back to sleep, I sit at a computer typing these very words…

LOL

12:26 PM, August 29, 2007 .. Posted by fla954gurl

You crack me up! keep the good stuff comng and good luck on getting back to school and fall training

Sup cuzin

7:09 AM, September 15, 2007 .. Posted by Anonymous

Hey cuz keep up this blog thing you slacking

Hennessey

2:58 AM, September 27, 2007 .. Posted by Anonymous

Hennessey might not help an athlete who wants to be at the top of their game.