My Life // "Loss" Vegas.
Growing up, I was very fortunate in a sense that basketball showed me a lot. For example – and I’ll never forget this, but, I was in seventh grade. I went to home room, my dad picked me up midway through. we drove about 45 minutes to the airport, and a boarded a plane to Los Angeles. I got picked up by a car in LA, grabbed some chicken and waffles, and headed to the gym. I played in a LA select all-star game, got food, headed to the airport and returned to school. I went to my last period class.
This is the life I lived for a very long time. As things evolved, there were mid-week trips to LA, San Diego, and even Las Vegas. I actually spent a lot of time in sin city in my day. At first, it was for my older brother – I was merely there for support. a few years later, it was my turn. Vegas was a regular thing. I probably was in Vegas four or five times a year, highlighted by the big Fab 48 nationally recognized tournament at the end of July. My team, my coach, yea he ran it. We were a big deal.
I say all of that to say this:
How the hell is this shit going on? I woke up at 2 am to a fucking notification from twitter about 50 plus people being dead. I went back to sleep because I swore I was dreaming. Nope.
6:15 am and I’m in the Richter Center weight room at St. Bonaventure University and I see someone watching a video about the tragedy.
I tuned into my pocket-sized Tv or iphone whatever you prefer, and felt like I was right back on the Las Vegas strip running in and out of the Circus Circus Hotel.
At this moment, 50 dead, 212 injured. WHAT THE FUCK.
Story unfolds and I am even more dumb found. This shit has got to stop. And no, I won’t put the blame on the dude who shot the spot up. For me, its way bigger and the burden falls on the people whose sole fuckin' job is to give people an outlet for their worry. Where were they? How do the people close to him not notice a change in behavior? A change period? Yes, he did wrong, a lot of it, but he’s not the only one. As a collective, we just have to start paying fucking attention and helping each other no matter how much of an inconvenience it might pose to our selfish personal agendas.