Moving Forward...

Hey everybody,

As of right now it is 12:00 midnight, which means one thing: a new day. But today is not just any ordinary day, today will be an extraordinary day. Today, I graduate from high school and get ready to officially embark on a new journey that will take me to God knows where. 

What I do know is that I will be attending University of Alabama in the fall, and I will fly down for orientation next week, register for classes, meet new people, and yet again turn the page on a chapter in my life.

For starters, let me summarize my latest "chapter" of my life:
I was never supposed to attend North Andover High School, that was never in the discussion for me. Even in 6th grade my parents had me looking at private schools for high school. At the time I was in the Andover school system, so I would have been going right to Andover High, which never much appealed to me.

Long story short I ended up at Tilton School where I enjoyed 3 years of school, met some great people, had different experiences, some good and some bad. I made some mistakes, however, and was forced to leave Tilton, and ultimately wound up going to NAHS.

I can still remember the first time I walked into NAHS, I actually got lost trying to find the locker room for football (I was late too, classic Roger move). Nervous, excited, scared were probably the three main things I felt right then. Everything I had heard about public high school was negative, and I hadn't quite experienced anything like it.

The first kid I met at North Andover High School was Glen Hartford, and my first thought of him was here's Mr All American a classic jock, probably can't even read but he's a sick linebacker or something. I'll never forget it, he came up to me and shook my hand (almost broke it), introduced himself and asked me what position I played, to which I replied nervously, "Oh, um outside linebacker and tight-end" and he said "Same here, glad to have you on the team." That's kind of when I knew I had no chance of starting... Haha.

I had no clue what the hell I was doing for the first couple weeks, so Coach Van Horn just told me to follow Glen since we played the same positions (Van Horn also told me to move to defensive end, so I did). Obviously after watching him for a little bit I knew he had talent and could play some football. What I didn't realize right away was how good of a kid he was. Never once did I get a sense of arrogance from Glen, and he truly was Mr All American. This attitude spread through out the team as well, and I've never really seen a more humble, hard working group of guys like that team. We had fun, but we worked hard, and most importantly we were really a team. Although we didn't have the best season in terms of wins and losses, I loved being a part of that squad because we never gave up and we worked our asses off.

That football team, to me is a microcosm of this town and school. I came into this year not knowing what to expect and reluctant about having to go to a public high school. What I gained from this whole experience is a knowledge that I'll carry with me forever. And it's not the type that you learn in math or science class. Rather this knowledge is simply how to be a good person overall, and how to be a functioning member of a community. Whether that community is a team, school, office, dorm: whatever the case may be, the criteria is always the same: Be respectful, courteous, and willing to work hard for others. My classmates and teammates this year were all of these things, and for that, I thank you. Right now I can safely say that I am a better person because of all the experiences that have happened in the past year, and everyone kind of contributed to that.

I've made some great friends, had different experiences, good and bad, but in the end I'm a better person and I'm ready for the next chapter in my life. I truly hope you feel the same way I do, Class of 2013, because I believe each and every one of us has the potential to do some great things in this world.

I'll truly miss y'all, and I wish I got to know some of you better.

Thank you all...

Good Knight (See what I did there?)

Thanks for reading,

-RB

Thoughts on Hangover 3, the Movies, and our society

Hi Everybody,

Last night, I went to the movies to see Hangover 3 with one of my buddies and to be completely honest with you, I hated every second of it. The movie itself was a complete disaster, and I highly recommend that nobody waste his or her money on seeing it because it was garbage. Also, the whole movie going experience just sucked in every way possible. This experience really validated my reasons I have for not going to the movies. Let me explain…

So first off, we arrive at the Loop and there is literally no parking anywhere to be found. We had to drive around for 15 minutes before we finally got a spot in the back of the theater about 2 football fields away from the entrances. Walking into the theater was like walking into a zoo, I mean literally there had to be at least 500 people in that main lobby. As a guy that just really doesn’t like people for the most part, I hate that shit, I can’t stand big crowds full of loud and obnoxious people, because it makes me lose faith in humanity. After making our way through the mass of people we finally get to the ticket line, and the line is 30 people long at least, with only 2 people working the ticket stands. At this point I’m saying “Yea let’s just be out and go home instead,” but no instead we wait 20 or so minutes in line to get a ticket. When I finally get my chance to purchase a ticket, I almost had spontaneous heart attacks… one because the tickets were $12.50 (ridiculous) and two because I lost my debit card somehow in this whole shit show and I only had a $10 bill with me. Luckily my friend had some money he could lone me, so I was good there.

After we get our tickets my friend goes to get some food and a drinks, and while he was willing to wait in a 10-minute line and pay $5 for shitty artery clogging popcorn and an overpriced sugary chemical liquid in a cup, I was not and went into the theater to get seats. I got my ticket stub ripped and started walking down the hall. As I was looking around, more specifically at the floor, I noticed the floors were covered with popcorn.  Literally everywhere I looked there were remains of kernels or flattened pieces of popcorn. That annoyed me, like really no one in this goddamn place has a vacuum? So I go into the theater, up the stairs and 2 couples are making out right there in the back row, tongue and everything. Wow that was like the universe saying BOOM! IN YOUR FACE! You’re single! I hate PDA, btw, lol. (See what I did there?)

I made my way past the land of the babbling idiots, the line of agony, the food concessions of obesity, the dreadful floor of flattened popcorn, the awkward PDA couples, and I’m finally in my seat, ready to watch a movie and relax. This movie is gonna be pretty funny, I thought to myself... Just sit back and enjoy it. Boy was I wrong. Well the problem is that we were pretty early to the movie. Usually when you’re early to a movie they play some stupid trivia game hosted by some no name host with corny one liners who can’t act or do anything to amuse you. Apparently that’s not how it works anymore. As I’m sitting there waiting for this movie to start, there was a never-ending flow of advertisements being force fed to this audience of people who seemed mesmerized by each of the ads, almost appearing to be hypnotized.

Doritos, Taco Bell, Pepsi, Audi, BMW, Jaguar, Old Spice: those are just the ones I can remember off the top of my head, all had ads promoting their products.

What I actually saw on the screen was not good advertising in any sense, and it blew my mind because I realized what advertisements are all about at their core nowadays: mind control and propaganda.

See, if you step back and take a look at our world and our society right now, everything is essentially fed to us through media outlets: TV, internet, newspaper, Twitter, magazines. What do all of these media outlets have in common? Advertisements. Ads with these preconceived ideas that are force fed and drilled in your head constantly. They all say look this way, dress like this, drink this, eat that, or you won’t be cool. That’s really all ads are about now; trying to promote being “cool” and to fit in with what these companies WANT you to think is the normal way to be, or the normal way to think or look like.

They want you to feel less beautiful because you maybe aren’t as good looking as Meagan Fox, or not as handsome because you’re not Bradley Cooper. But in reality, these people, these celebrities, are just as real as Santa Claus. They are figments of our imagination, made out to look like “perfection”. Well let me tell you something, there is no such thing as perfection.

What I’m really trying to say is this: Don’t be a victim of the society we live in now. Most of the time the information you see or hear is false or distorted in some way, especially on the Internet and anything involving Hollywood stars. Advertisements are made for people to feel like they’re not good enough in some way, unless they have this product. Well let me tell you something… Every single one of you is awesome, and however you are made up is how you were meant to be. God didn’t put you on this earth to be a copy of everyone else, you were put on this earth so you can be yourself, to grow into your own person, think your own thoughts and live your own life.

This whole world the media and Hollywood creates for people is fake; a bullshit portrayal of what reality is. People who are reading this: stay real, stay true to yourself, and don’t let anyone or anything think you’re less than what you are.

Oh yeah back to my original point:

·      Movie theaters are shitty

·      Hollywood is just a bunch of schemers

·      Illuminati is setting their plans for total world domination in motion as we speak, and they are trying to program us through the internet, movies and TV so whatever controversy happens in Washington seems like a movie, thus distorted our view of reality.

That’s all I got. Happy Memorial Day and thank you to all the veterans who have served our country.

God Bless America.

Thank you for reading,

RB

I'm Back

Hey Everybody,

I want to first apologize for those people who actually read my blog regularly and were starting to like and follow it, when I abruptly just stopped posting a while ago. Some things needed to be worked out on my report card, so I had to set my priorities straight and focus on school rather than blogging.

But now it's third trimester of my senior year, and I'm so checked out of school at this point to be honest. I feel like a caged animal when I'm in that place... sometimes feel like yelling out "I'm A PEACOCK, YOU GOTTA LET ME SPREAD MY WINGS AND FLY BOSS" in a Mark Wahlberg voice, but I don't of course because that would be really weird. (Props if you get that reference)

Anyways, pretty much what I'm saying is that I'm back like Jordan, wearing the 45, blogging for my millions of fans across the globe. 

You're Welcome...

-RB

It Ain't Easy Bein Green (or is it?)

Hello Everybody,
Contrary to the title of this post, I am pretty happy with the state of the Celtics right now. Right now some people are fretting that Danny Ainge didn't add enough talent at the trade deadline to first, compete this year, and secondly, be competitive for years to come. Frankly, I like the strategy Ainge is using and I'm not overly concerned about this year or the up coming years. Here is my reasoning why:

First off, let's face the facts: the Boston Celtics team as assembled this year with or without Rajon Rondo, is not going to beat the Miami Heat, or even the Pacers or Knicks for that matter, in a seven game playoff series and go on to win the NBA title against: pick your poison, Spurs, Thunder, Clippers, whoever it may be.

Honestly, I like the way they're playing basketball right now. They're moving the ball much better, playing great defense, running the floor, essentially doing things that they weren't really doing with Rondo on the court. While Rondo is a great (at times, when he wants to be) player, his play at times has hurt this team. He can be a bit selfish with the ball, holding the ball until late in the shot clock before forcing a shot from 20 feet out, or driving to the lane and shooting an off balance, stupid shot. On defense, he gambles to steal and plays passing lanes too often while falling asleep in his coverage. Without Rondo, the Celtics appear to be just having fun and playing basketball the way it should be played.

When Rondo went down, I was one of the people who thought they should blow it up completely, and I mean completely. Literally, Pierce and KG, Terry, Lee, the washing machine, whatever and whoever they could get for some young talent to build for in the future. When they won that thriller against the Heat at TD Garden, my mind changed a little bit. It reminded me of the "old" Celtics of 2008 when Pierce and KG were dominant, hitting clutch shot after clutch shot, making big defensive stops, getting the crowd amped up, classic shit. And when they kept winning, my mind changed even more.

That 2007-2008 Championship team with The Big Ticket, Kevin Garnett coming to Boston along with Ray Allen to join The Truth aka Paul Pierce, my longtime favorite player, was the team got me really into the sport of basketball. I remember trying to emulate Garnett's post moves at the basketball court next to my house in the rain, snow or heat, day or night, whenever it may be, I would try to be Kevin Garnett on the court. He quickly became my favorite player and a role model to me, and was part of the reason I signed up to play basketball in seventh grade.

Now here we are in 2013, and although Garnett is still a productive player and All-Star, he is clearly not the same player he once was. And with the Celtics in a place of uncertainty and uncharted territory for many of us that follow the team, many people are ready to jump ship and hit the panic button. I've heard all the trade rumors with Kevin Garnett and Paul Pierce, and none of them sounded appealing to me in the least bit. Garnett has been here for six years, and ever since his arrival this team and franchise changed itself completely. He has been the defensive anchor, emotional leader, and everything you could ever want in a teammate. On top of that, overall he's a helluva player and it's been a honor to watch him these past seasons.
All this can be said about Pierce as well. The difference is that he has been around since the shitty Celtics days where he literally had to put the team on his back every night if they had a small chance in hell to win. He is The Truth, a legend, and undoubtedly will have his number in the rafters of the Garden right next to Larry Bird when it's all said and done.

I'm very content with the Celtic's deadline moves, which were basically nothing. And to be honest, it would've been agonizing to see either Pierce or Garnett go to another team. Both of these men clearly bleed Celtic green, and deserve to retire as members of the Boston Celtics. I understand, basketball is a business along with all the other professional sports. But c'mon people, where's the loyalty here? Where's the love? These guys have given their heart and soul to this team, this franchise, this city, and brought the Celtics back to glory. Now you want to trade them for what? Josh Smith, Deandre Jordan, Eric Bledsoe?!? Jesus people get your heads out of your asses, these guys will NEVER EVER even hold a candle up to Garnett or Pierce, even in their "old age". Is winning right now that important where you would be more than willing to give up the two faces of the franchise for players who aren't even that great?

These two have brought the Celtics franchise back from the depths of basketball mediocrity, to the highest level a franchise can be at. While they haven't always stayed consistently at the top, they have been pretty damn close. So thank you KG and Paul for being great players, and role models to me and to tons of other fans across the region and country. The Truth and Big Ticket have stayed loyal to us the fams, through thick and thin, and we should do the same for them.

For the Love of The Game...

"You may say I'm a dreamer..."

Hey y'all,

I would like to apologize for not consistently writing on this blog lately, as you can tell from my greeting above, I just got back from Alabama where I was looking at the University of Alabama this weekend with my mom. 

I wasn't sure what to expect going into it, honestly. I guess a lot of trailer parks, white trash, in bred families, basically the part from Harold and Kumar: Escape From Guantanamo Bay where they end up in Alabama and the redneck guy kills a dear, invites them over, and it turns out he's hiding his inbred baby that he had with his sister in the basement of the house. As hilarious as that scene was, I never experienced true hardcore redneckism quite like that when I was down there. 

First of all, one of the reasons I want to go South is for the weather. For the most part it was nice out the whole duration I was there, it got a bit chilly at times but of course it was much warmer than Massachusetts. 

Another reason I want to go South... Southern Hospitality. It's bizarre to us Mass-holes that people can actually be nice to one another, and act polite and friendly. From the time I landed in Atlanta, the whole atmosphere changed; people were like "Yes sir" or "Yes Ma'am" or "How are you today sir?". I love it. There are still good people in this world. The best was in Atlanta between our flight to Birmingham I went to Chick Fill-a to get a sandwich. I got in line and there's this nice African American lady standing in front of the fridge full of drinks enthusiastically asking people if they would like a drink, it was awesome. See I'm more of a friendly guy myself, I like to be polite and treat others with respect. That's one of the reasons I love the South, the majority of people are just respectful, polite, caring people, which is really something that's rare up in these parts. 

Anyways, so fast forward two days from me getting that Coke to the University Day at Bama. Of course they bring us to the football stadium to have lunch, just to impress us. What you have to understand is that football is literally the religion at the University of Alabama. They live, breath and die with Bama football. Every time they talk down there, they start off or end whatever they say with a "Roll Tide!". Football is the alpha and the omega, the yin and the yang, the cats pajamas, the bee's knee's... you get my point. It may seem a little ridiculous to some people, but I was looking for school spirit when I was looking at colleges. Sports, most of all football, is a huge part of my life and I want every one to share that enthusiasm. Well, it is safe to say the enthusiasm for football is extremely high at Alabama, and this did factor into my decision for college.

After walking up six flights of stairs, they brought us all to this massive room that was more like a conference center in Bryant Denny Stadium with glass windows all across the room that overlooked the football field in the north end zone of the stadium, a place called "The Zone", predictably. While we were eating our lunches, and my mom talked and talked with some strangers, I sat there mesmerized by the football field. 

I remember in seventh grade I had a writing assignment to write a short essay about my goal for the future. I have no idea where that actual paper went, or if I even salvaged a copy, but I still remember the general basis of what I said. I remember saying my goal was to play college football at the University of Florida (I had just visited the stadium, they were winning, so I liked them at the time don't hold it against me). I can remember writing about 100,000 screaming fans going crazy, running out onto the field from the tunnel, hearing the marching band, and playing football. Pretty sure I wrote that piece after a game which I recorded 10 tackles and an interception in one of my AJFL games (I'm kind of a big deal) so my confidence was pretty high at the time. That being said, I did make a goal that I wanted to play college football. So back to me staring at the field... 

In that moment, I realized how much I loved football. Not just watching it on TV or in the stands, but actually going to battle, putting on the uniform, and playing football.

Overall, my football career was up and down. In 7th grade I was pretty good, in 8th grade I sucked for the most part, freshman year I was awful, I went to preseason sophomore year and quit after five days... which to this day is the worst mistake I've made in my life, and I've made quite a few. I decided to come back and play football for my junior year. That junior season was probably my best season of my life, I stepped in for our injured captain at outside linebacker and got some pretty good time there, along with being the back up tight end to a post grad and getting some reps there. I scored my first ever touchdown that year (I was a lineman my whole career before, cut me some slack) and I was probably going to be starting both ways if I was at Tilton this season... but hey, shit happens. 

So here I am, senior season at North Andover High. New team, new system, new problems. Most of my time and energy was spent on work or reapplying to Tilton in the summer, so I came into the season out of shape. My first practice was a nightmare, for me at least. I couldn't do shit, and I hate not being able to do shit. I didn't know who anybody was, I had no friends and no idea what the plays were. I was on the verge of just leaving the team after a couple practices. Even throughout the year there were times when I wanted to just quit for good, and be done with football. I didn't get a single meaningful snap on varsity this year, which to my standards is just disappointing. I'm a perfectionist, and I'm very hard on myself which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing in that it helps me to improve myself and reach my potential, a curse in that if I'm not the best at something or I'm not succeeding at whatever it is, I'll just say "Fuck it" and quit. I really wanted to help make an impact for the team, I felt I was capable of doing just that, but as the season went on I realized I wasn't going to play on friday night. Although it was frustrating I knew I needed to stay positive and not give up. Each day I thank myself and God that I had the power within myself to stick with it this year because even though I didn't get much time, I had a great experience, met some great people, and had some fun along the way. 

With all that being said, I'm not satisfied with my football career being over with right now. It's kind of a cliche that every high school player says this after their senior season is over, but my case is somewhat different. Most players get four years with the same coach, same school and same system. Me... I didn't play sophomore year, got the boot from my old school after my junior year so I had to join a new team and play catch up with the team, both physically and in terms of knowing the plays. Honestly, I'm having difficulty coming to grips with the fact that I'll never play football again. I feel I could've been a pretty good player had I just played all four years of high school in one system, be it at Tilton or at North Andover High. 

Now I'm looking onto the field at Bryant Denny Stadium, visualizing 100,000 crazy fans, the marching band playing, the Crimson Tide football team comes storming out the tunnel... and there I am, number 85 on my helmet. I go out on kickoff coverage and make a tackle at the 23 yard line, I get up, pound my chest and point to the sky for my dad. Then after a 3 and out by Auburn, we line up on offense and there I am at tight end... flanked left, the QB motions me in with a leg raise... crack block on the d end, Boom, off to the races for TJ Yeldon. Touchdown Bama! 

Then I woke up...

The whole point of this is that first and foremost, I love football. Secondly, I have dreams. Not just the dreams where you wake up at the end, but the dreams that stem from goals set long ago by a little 14 year old kid at Doherty Middle School who didn't know the reality of how difficult it is to play division one football. Football is more than a sport to me, it's a way of life. In my darkest times in my life, it's kept me out of trouble, got me through the death of my dad, and also blessed me some amazing experiences and friendships along the way. Now for the real shocker, I'm still debating whether I should try and walk on to the Alabama football team and try to pull some kind of "Rudy" story. I've been taught to never give up on your goals, no matter how ridiculous or impossible they may. So right now, I'm setting a goal for myself to get onto the football team at the University of Alabama. I want to do this for myself, to prove that I can do it, and also, for my dad, because he never, ever gave up in his life, and neither should I. If my dad could beat testicular cancer at the age of 18, survive four heart attacks, and battle death for so many years... Why can't I make a football team? (that happens to be the best in the nation and has NFL talent everywhere, but who said it would be easy?)

Where there's a will, there's a way. Through hard work, anything is possible. If I come up short, so be it, because I will know in my heart that I tried my hardest and worked for something... that is the ultimate satisfaction.

Thanks for Reading, God Bless, and Roll Tide

-RB

Super Bowl Prediction

Hello everybody,
You know I needed to post my Super Bowl prediction in my blog, of course. I need to make it fast though because I'm going out to eat for the big game. So here it goes:
I got San Fran winning in a thriller 27-24.

Frank Gore and Vernon Davis will have huge games, respectively. I got Frank Gore as the MVP of the game. This game will come down to the last second, with Kaepernick having to lead his team down the field to win in the last 2 minutes. This will go down as one of the greatest, most epic superbowls ever. I cannot wait for this game to get underway and chow down on some bomb food. But before I go I want to make my prediction on some prop bets, if you don't know what that is read this...
http://m.bleacherreport.com/articles/1513628-super-bowl-xlvii-prop-bet-tracker/page/2

1. National Anthem- I got under 2 minutes 15 seconds on the national anthem, that seems like a stretch to me...
2. Super Bowl coin toss- I got tails on this one. 50/50 chance I get it right...
3. Jay Z- I got over 2 times he's shown on the broadcast.
4. Team to score first- I got the Ravens scoring first.
5. Highest number of tweets per second- over 15000, easily. I might do that singlehandedly.
6. Times called Harbaugh Bowl- over 2.5, easily.
7. Times ray Lewis mentions god in post game interviews after game- over 3. Guy is ridiculous.
8. Gatorade shower color- red. Go miners
9. Post game handshake- over 6.0 seconds. This one could get emotional.
10. Superbowl MVP thanks first-family.


Thanks for reading
Go niners!
-RB

Airborne Thoughts

Hello everybody,

Right now I’m sitting in the Atlanta airport at my gate waiting for my connecting flight to Birmingham and I have a little time so I figure I would write a little post in the meantime. For starters, I should say that I’m not a huge fan of flying. Not because I’m afraid of crashing, as the odds of that are too miniscule to even spend energy worrying about. Rather I hate flying because I’m with a bunch of strangers in a flying tin cylinder, all sharing the same oxygen, and packed in like sardines. For tall people like me, my legs always seem to be cramped even when we’re in the section with more legroom. To go with that, there’s almost no elbow room to stretch out, so I get very claustrophobic.

Other than being a bit claustrophobic and being a germaphobe, I don’t think flying isn’t that bad. It gets you from point A to point B faster than if you were to travel by car, train or boat. My favorite part of the flight is always taking off and descending. One, because it means that you’re that much closer to being OFF of the plane, and also because you get to look at the world from a completely different point of view than our usual earth-bound view.

Looking down on everything from a bird’s eye view gives you a different prospective, makes you think about things a little different, at least it does for me... What I mean is that it really puts things in prospective, it makes me realize how small we as people really are. You look down and see trees, roads, buildings, cars, trucks, all these things that humans think are huge objects are so tiny relative to everything else. We, the people that occupy this earth, are just specks, barely visible in an airplane. It’s kind of trippy to think about really… That we are actually so small and everything else is so big.

(Note: I started this in the airport, but had to finish it now. I will be posting another blog post soon…)

 

Thanks for Reading

-RB