Sunday afternoon thoughts
Posted at 4:20 PM

Sunday, June 12, 2011
Haven't watched much of the NBA playoffs. Watching Game 6 of the Finals today, now I remember why.

I love fantasy basketball. That makes the NBA regular season a lot of fun. But the actual pace of the game is ugly and slow these days. The pace was faster in the 1970s and 1980s. More shot attempts. More points. More fastbreaks. There is hardly ever a fastbreak in the NBA today. Every team runs basically the same plays. It's hard to watch, more so when some of the "superstars" have serious fundamental flaws. LeBron James in a shooting slump ... surprised? His elbow sticks out to 2 o'clock. It's a wonder he can hit three shots in a row with that form. But he's young; Jordan didn't become a deadly shooter until his late 20s.

Other Sunday thoughts...
For a lot of people, it's too late when they realize the Amway mentality ("Hard work is for losers," they say) does NOT work in real life, in school, in athletics. Put in the daily work and get results. If not, don't expect results and success. Simple.

The worst part is when their children take the same attitude and don't put in the work. But they'll deny that it's poor work ethic and laziness. Our generation has spawned a lot of mediocrity, sad to say.

Here's a great response from one of my favorite coaches of all time, former Waipahu football coach Sean Saturnio:

"I would always tell my children, players, and students this simple truth..."Don't expect a full-time result from a part-time effort."

About faith
Pastor Elwin at his best today, great message about society's decline and how it all starts in the home. It's tough on single parents, but here's my little piece of advice: Stay home at night with your children and don't go out with your boyfriend (or girlfriend) from 8 p.m. until 6 a.m. every single night. Simple.

I ain't perfect and I am not about to tell people to their faces how to live their lives. But I'm tempted, that's the truth, not with people I don't know, but with people I know closely. It's hard to watch.

About family
Five years ago, I was 40, mom was 80, my nephew was 10. God asked me to keep holding on tightly to both of them. I was responsible, with my sister, for their lives and futures. I never had so much fun and worry in my life. But now Mom's gone with her Big Daddy, and my nephew and sister have kicked my butt to the curb without apology or a second thought. It hurts. But life goes on and I can't blame anyone.

God knows there's something else in my future, and He knows I'm not the kind of guy who goes along willingly on most things. The Lord had to pry my fingers off the wheel. He must have a good reason.

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