I think it was the 4th day of my dad’s trip that we slated as our day to spend in Jerusalem. Our sightseeing up to that point had consisted of seeing the Bahai Gardens in Haifa. Unless you count looking out the window on the drive from the airport as a cultural experience, my dad and I had not accomplished much in terms of seeing this ancient, famous country. Thus, that Sunday we woke up early and headed off for the Holy City. Continue reading “Trip to Jerusalem/ Update”
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The 4 Year War: Drew vs. Coach Fitz Part 1
Early Freshman year I was introduced to the person who would become the bain of my existence for the duration of my college basketball career. His name was Coach Fitzgerald, and he had taken over the previous spring as head strength and conditioning coach. To say he was a stocky 6’1 would not do the man justice. He was more boulder than man, 250 pounds of barrel chested meathead. He kept his hair short and his neck shorter. His posture was fit for a man who played high level college football and presumably spent the rest of his years perfecting the deep squat and hang clean. The first experience I ever had with him would prove to be a good foreshadowing of what our relationship would be like for the duration of my basketball career. Continue reading “The 4 Year War: Drew vs. Coach Fitz Part 1”
rough first game
Well that went about as bad as it could have gone. Pretty much the exact opposite of my last real, fully refereed basketball game. I ended college on a high note, playing well and beating Yale on their home court. I began my pro career playing poorly a million miles from home, in a gym where the official attendance, as calculated by my careful counting (it didn’t take long), was 35. 35 people! Crazy. Thank god there were not more, because those that were there got to see one of the worst games I have played in years. Never have I been happier to not have people I know watching me play. Before I own up for my miserable performance, let me run through my litany of excuses: Continue reading “rough first game”
Army Trip and Blender Troubles
For the first time in 9 weeks, I participated in a practice. Despite the fact that my knee didn’t feel 100%, it was still such a relief to be able to run up and down a little. My inner joy was clearly noticeable, because multiple people told me it was the first time they had seen me smile in months.
Today I was able to do even more, and my knee felt much better. I cannot describe my happiness in being back on the court. The last 2 months have been interesting and fun in certain ways, but for the most part being injured has made the whole experience pretty miserable. I am looking forward to finally putting all that behind me, and the goal is to play in my first game next Tuesday. Continue reading “Army Trip and Blender Troubles”
How I Incited a Brawl
Quick game update: We lost our first game by 1 and our second by about 20. I did not participate in either. My knee is not progressing as me or anyone had hoped it would, and I should be getting an MRI sometime this week.
On to the story of what happened today in practice. Because I have nothing to do at practice I get to do exciting tasks such as keeping score or tracking fouls. Generally I just stand there bored out of my mind and shoot during breaks. Today was a different story. Continue reading “How I Incited a Brawl”
First Days in Israel
Be warned that this blog will most likely be littered with run on sentences. For some reason all my papers in college would inevitably consist of about 10 long, rambling sentences in which I would try to cram all of my (ill though out and researched) ideas.
I don’t really know why I started writing like this. Maybe its because I never really have a clear outline of what I am writing, so I just kind of put my thoughts down as they come. I also think it takes less work to just throw a comma in there and continue your thought rather than put a period and be forced to think about the daunting prospect of creating intelligent transitions. Thus, the papers in college that I wrote at the last minute were never of the highest quality. Continue reading “First Days in Israel”
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