Aaron Gillespie

Motto: Life is Like a Box of Chocolates (or Having Sex with a Slut) 
 
 > This Update Comes Straight from the Home of One Christine Fraker. She’s at Basketball Practice Right Now, and I had My Civic Duties to Update the Column to Uphold.
 >  Basketball. Regionals. My Basketball Career Ended with the Two Worst Games of the Season. We Played Marias Des Cygens- We Weren’t Hitting (me especially) and they Were. They Played Very Well. We Played Pretty Bad. We Were Missing Our Starting Point Guard. They Seemingly Had 8 Players on the Floor at All Times. A Lot Could be Said, But What It All Boils Down to Is This: Basketball was Not Supposed to End that Way. We were Not Supposed to Come to Our Final Halt Until We Were Ready to Do So. I Can’t Believe It’s Over Now. I’m Not Happy We Lost. I am Happy to Have Some Time- But that is Something I’d Trade Quickly for a Chance to Play to Get into State for One Last Time. I’m Never Going to Get that Opportunity. It’s Kind of a Tough Pill to Swallow. I Feel Bad for My Teammates as Well. I Only Scored 7 Points that Last Game. I was Having the Most Off Game I Probably Ever Had. If I had Been Able to Pull Out ½ of My Shots, My Easy Make them 90% of the Time Shots, We Would be Playing Again Next Week. I’m Grateful for the Experience, Not for the Running, or the Tension that Comes from Playing. But the Chance to Really Feel like Part of a Team with the Guys from Lebo. I’ve Realized I Don’t Hate Lebo, at Least Not All of It. I’ll Miss the Team Feeling I Got. I Guess I’ll Just Have to Start hanging Out with those Dudes Outside the Realm of Basketball. To Make a Long Story Even Longer by Adding a Small Portion Summing it Up, Basketball was Not Ended the Way it was Supposed to, The Gods likened with the other Team, and the Planets Were Aligned in a Way that Lay-ups Became Half-Courters. I’m Taken with a  Strange Feeling of Sorrow- for the Community, for Myself, and Most Importantly, for My Team. I Wish I Had the Opportunity to Play with You Guys Just One More Time.
 > Life, Unlike Basketball, Must Go On. All is Not Lost. I Can Still Play Pick-up Games at Burlington Rec. I Can Still Pull Together Games with My Friends. Now, I Can Live My Life.

 > I Played Pool in Burlington Recreational Center Today. Their Table was Gynormous. I Beat Christine Like a Red-Headed Step-Child. Plus we Played a Nice Game of HORSE. My Basketball Skill Carried Over from the Games and She Beat Me HORSE to HORS. We Played a Little One-on-One After That. I Realized Not All was Lost as I Made Every Retarded Shot I Put Up Until Christine Intentionally and Completely 100% On Purpose Pulled Out a Gun and Poked My Eye. She Called it “Defense,” I Call it “Abusive Relationship.”

 > I Went to Watch Christine Sing at All-State Choir Yesterday. What did You Do? Play Videogames? You Wuss. There was an Orchestra There. The Orchestra and the Choir were Both Amazing. The Regular Band was Just a Band, or So I Thought. Anyways, I Got to Know Christine’s Mom a Little Better, and She Got to Know Me. All-in-All it was a Pretty Decent Day. (it had bad shadow cast on it from the night before’s loss)
 > I Don’t Really Have Much to Say Other Than That.
 > This Sentence Will Conclude a Long Update. Or Maybe This One? No, I Fooled You, It’s This One.

Top 5: Memories from Basketball

5. Dunking the Ball – 13 Times
4. State, Both Times (Mostly the First One)
3. Brad Winn and MD’s Hardcore Ballin’ Skillz
2. The Bus Rides Home
1. The Teams Reaction to Every Barrett Joke

Quotopolis:

” Zeus is the Baddest Mofo “
         - Mr. Harp -

” Say  Somebody is Like a Slinky, They are Totally Worthless, but Kind of Fun to Push Down the Stairs “
         - Mr. Torrence –

” Because God Told Us We Had to Have a Leap Year, That’s Why “
         - Taylor Barker -
” My Ballsack Makes Me Laugh “
         - Anonymous -

” Hey, My Uncle is a Book “
         - Josh Weltha, after Somebody Said ‘books suck’ -

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