I must first start off by saying I'm sorry for not posting my many memories on the hottest site on the web. It's been extremely busy at work lately, which is good. Also, this is the only time I've been able to use the web(at work). Now Kristen and I finally(after 6 months) have internet capabilitys. Now one of these days I might pass Lel as the ultimate crawler. But this is not a blog so here we go.

During my four year run in high school my parents sent me to basketball camp every summer. It wasn't just any camp, this was the best in the nation. The players I went head to head with everyday are now in the N.B.A.
I must say I did hold my own for a little white boy from the C-Town. The camp took place at Robert Morris College in Pittsburg and brought out the best in teachers and players.

Syracuse was always my favorite school. It was a dream of mine to one day play for jim Bohiem and the Orangemen in upstate New York. On this particular day I was preparing for a game at camp. I . . . Read More..