The Past is Behind Us

As of the last two hours, I've been laying on the couch watching the highlight tape for the 2008 Cypress Bay Football team. It's kind of depressing to see all of the potential we had, but I like that we were able to come together as a family for arguably the best showing in Cypress Bay's history. Not only did we sign the same amount of football players as national champions St. Thomas Aquinas (they recruit) and tied the record for most wins in Cypress Bay's short history. Despite all of the hype and potential for a state title, we tripped at the finish line, losing in the final seconds to Miramar High School and future West Virginia Mountaineers, Eugene Smith and Steadman Bailey. The most memorable thing about this season was how much the boys who I barely knew around this time last year became my brothers by the time we suited up for the first game. I can't count how many days we all talked about quitting but would never actually consider doing so because we loved being there with each other (no homo) and working hard as a unit towards a common goal.

There are some things in life that we never get a second chance at, but this year it will be different. Through the leadership of the new upperclassmen, we will work towards the ultimate goal of a state championship victory.

Congratulations to the graduating seniors.

A Legend Retires

John Madden has had an illustrious career as a television commentator for the National football league. He has recently retired much to my dismay. Even though he had a fair portion of unintelligent things to say (and draw), he was a definite football legend. Not only is he the namesake of the Madden football series, but he has been a lovable (no homo) TV commentator since my childhood. R.I.P. NFL Commentary (Yes, John Madden was dumb as a lamp post, however, I digress).

LMAO Video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ug26MHlhSnY

This song is hard

For everyone who has lost someone in their lives that was a role model to them and was forced to grow up faster than normal, this is a really great song by a group called Hardcounty, an underground duo from Atlanta. Don't look for more music of theirs because this is the only one that I could find that was decent. They have real talent and the emotions in this song are very powerful. Plus, this beat goes hard no homo so listen to the song, actually hear the words they are saying and if you have a reaction, post it. Thank you. Byebye.

The Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgZkMYxBArw&feature=player_embedded

Queerterback

It is amazing how QB-centric the NFL has become. I like to see teams where the actual players get the credit. Some quarterbacks, like Ben Roethlisberger and Tony Romo (and our very own Zach Green) have earned my respect. On the other hand, the other quarterbacks in the league get way too much respect. (Eugene Smith is overrated) Sorry for going off topic. Entering this years draft is the pretty boy himself, Mark Sanchez. I really hate to see players who are so centered around their off-field looks (Really? A headband? Come on...). This is the prime example of overrated quarterbacks in their glory. The players who deserve the credit are the skill positions and the players in the trenches. No way on Earth someone as uninvolved in actual physical contact as the quarterback should get this much rep as Sanchez does. When they beat Penn State, the USC queerterback was hailed as a star. If Penn State would have beaten USC, the story would have been written that he made a winning effort in a losing situation. I lose my mind when stuff like this happens. I really want to rip my hair out. He does not lift heavy weight, he does not hit hard, he does not run fast, he doesn't even bring water to the other players. What he does is flick his wrist. Ping pong players do that, too, ya know.

Family Reunion

This summer, for a few days in June, I will be headed to a family reunion in St. Louis, MO. I will be surrounded by professional athletes once again. If you didn't know, my entire family is full of NFL players and tracks stars (minus yours truly). Those athletes aren't even the most important people in the family. The real MVP is my dad's cousin, Larry Thompson, the Deputy Attorney General of THE United States of America. I have no idea how I am going to cope with the fact that I will be in a room surrounded by VIP's. Even my own dad is beginning to pressure me to succeed and live up to my "potential". At the moment, I'm just working on starting at Wide Receiver next year here at the Bay. This obviously was not a problem at all for any of my family members. The last reunion I went to was in Minnesota and I had a great time, even though it was hard talking to people I barely knew. This year, I'm more worried about being able to impress my family members than to make conversation. At the bottom of the page is some of my more well-known family members.

Jackie Robinson (Duh, get black history in your life)
Eric Robinson (My dad, several years in the NFL and USFL, star tailback for the Indiana State Sycamores and later, the Washington Federals. Still holds most rushing records at ISU.)
Mark Robinson (My dad's brother, starring strong safety at Penn State under Joe Paterno. Went on to become one of the best defensive backs in Tampa Bay Bucanneer history)
Bryan Robinson (Currently playing Defensive End for the Arizona Cardinals. Key player on their Super Bowl defensive squad.)
Koren Robinson (Seattle Seahawks Wide Receiver with legal trouble in the past. Don't ask.)
Dunta Robinson (Defensive Back for the Houston Texans. No law trouble here.)

Those are just the most famous NFL players. You probably don't even know the rest but they are there.

No Pressure, huh?

MY LEG PART 2 (AFTER MY MRI's)

I got the MRI results on my leg today. Here's my laundry list:
1-Unfused growth place at the level of capital femoral epiphysis
2-Trace amount of hip effusion
3-Partially detached non-displaced avulsion fracture of the left ischial tuberosity with diffuse marrow edema involving the pubic ramus
4-Significant soft tissue edema and swelling within the adjacent musculature
5-Grade-1 muscle strain of the accuctor magnus muscle
6-Moderate tendinosis of the hamstring tendons at the level of attachment to the left ischial tuberosity with adjacent reactice soft tissue edema (Grade-1 strain of the hamstring tendons)
7-(6-7cm) area of prominent bone marrow edema within the distal metadiaphysis of the femus which may represent bone contusion and/or stress-related marrow edema
8-Non-specific join effusion (Small knee effusion)
9-Small nonspecific lymph node in the popliteal region

The doctor said he's never seen someone so messed up in one leg. I can't believe this, I've never been this frustrated in a long time, I just want to run again.

Crisis

This sunday night, I was having some problems with my mom so I decided it would be better if I spent some time at my dad's house. I had my mom drop me off two hours early at work. I fell asleep in the break room until it was time for my shift. After sleeping and colorfully decorating several golf balls, I started my shift, finished up, caught a ride home with my dad's girlfriend. She drove me to my dad's house where I would spend the night alone and I could relax and clear my mind. I realized later that I left my schoolbooks at my moms so I ride my bike almost 8 miles to her house, sneak in, stuff as much stuff as I can in a bookbag, and go out to the garage to get my bike. She catches me and won't let me leave. I leave anyways, walking a few miles before I have my stepmom pick me up. I'm cooking myself dinner when my phone rings. It's my mom and we fall into this huge, long conversation and it was not a good one. After she hangs up, I get another call from a number I don't recognize (it's the police). Apparently, my mom reported me as a missing runaway (after I told her I was fine and I was at my dad's with a ride to school the next day). I had to call my dad's girlfriend over to make it look like she was watching me. While I packed for her house, my dad's girlfriend ended up booking the officer's daughters for 3 separate parties at my dad's spa (hahahahaha). I slept at her house, went into school late because she couldn't take me until after her kids. That was my sunday night and monday morning.