Recently my wife I traveled to the hardscrabble land of Nevada. We decided to take a mini-vacation in the city known as “The Vegas.” I spent a few days hanging with my wife by the pool and marveling at the impressive, sad, beautiful and tragic place that is Vegas. Oh, and I also stalked NBA players.
There’s a strange occurrence that happens when you go to a lot of graduations. You begin to think about the time when you graduated and how the years have added up since then. Time is a fickle thing like that, always adding and never subtracting. When you’re young, the road ahead looks wide and vast, and never-ending. Then one day you realize how quickly the time is moving. That day is called reality and it’s sobering and a little painful.
If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll notice most of my tweets revolve around three distinct things: Quotes from people I like, retweets of semi-appropriate Zach Braff comments, and basketball. That’s pretty much it. And the truth is, in my heart of hearts, I am a baller. Like, for reals though.