Kansas and Optimism

Last night, I think we all saw the painfully abrupt end to Memphis' chance at the National title. It was a heartbreaker, but just like Favre's chance at the superbowl, they lost it for themselves.

Sigh... I was really pulling for Memphis. I didn't slide off of the couch and kneel on the floor in a fetal position like I did with Green Bay's loss, but it was a painful loss to watch.

First overtime battle since '97, and what a battle it was. Mario Chalmers definitely earned his Most Outstanding Player honors. Hitting that critical three with 2 seconds left was it. That's the cloud he will float on for the rest of his career; for the rest of his life.

On the other hand, Kansas played one hell of a game, and honestly deserve the win. They worked extremely hard and earned this Championship. Kudos to the Kansas team.

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This game taught us all one thing. You never give up until the clock is done and the buzzer resounds. It's a life lesson long taught, and this game was just another example of how perseverance pays off in a big way. I know you've heard it before, but just think about what it is you're shooting for, and what it takes to get there. Close your eyes for ten seconds and picture yourself victorious. Now picture the steps it will take to succeed. Make it happen. You might not get a second chance.

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I left the apt in a great mood this morning, which is rare. I hate mornings; always have, always will. But the weather was cool, and we're supposed to get some badass storms over the next few days, so I was happy.

The rain held off as I drove to work, so I had the windows down, the moonroof open and "It's My Turn to Fly" by The Urge cranked. Love that song...

I got to work, closed up the 4Runner and headed in. As I walked up the steps mere feet from our front door, I got a surprise on my arm.

I got pooped on. That's right; a bird decided to let loose and got a 50 point shot on my forearm. I didn't even get mad; I just walked in to work, set down my stuff, announced this little thing to my coworkers and went to wash it off.

I had to announce it to my friends at work. We're the kind of people that relish laughing at other's misfortune, so this was prime nether to brighten their morning.

After I got cleaned up and sat down, I started to really doubt my Karma. I can't imagine what I did that merited a fecal blasting, but it must have been bad.

First, I tried to think if I did anything to any actual person lately, but other than the standard yelling at poor drivers (which is balanced by the red lights and cut-offs I get), there wasn't anything I could recall.

Maybe it wasn't people karma at all. Maybe I wronged some poor bird recently and just didn't notice. there's no way that this is a possibility, I thought. On Sunday, I cleaned out the bread box and discarded a stale pita and several english muffins to the "bird feeder," also known as the carport where we park. We throw bird seed, bread and other clean edibles up there for the birds and such to wipe out. I loaded these chirpers up, and then I get pooped on.

I've decided that when I get home, I'm going to let the birds in my neighborhood know what happened. Maybe they will retaliate for me.

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I still believe that everything is eventually justified. Karma is still operating, even if it isn't obvious. Live right, and life will be blessed. Just don't poop on anyone... metaphorically, of course.

One Love,

D