Thursday, September 1, 2011
My Mom's latest greatest..
Here's a little something my mother wrote recently. Powerful enough to share. Certainly good food for thought.
Waiting To Be Saved
The Temptations had it right when they sang their hit song, Ball of
Confusion in 1970. Now, 40 some years later, those old lyrics still hold
true. It is amazing that in all the years since that song became popular,
our planet is still in the same dysfunctional position it was in then.
We’ve not yet been able to take control of a world out of control. Instead,
we’ve embraced more wars, which are clearly God’s fault, as well as
new forms of communicating. We now have the internet, I-pads, smart
phones, digital, wireless connections (shall I include Skype and Facebook?
) that increase the sounds of our voices and expose the shadows of our
actions in record speed. We can see clearly now with our new abilities to
visualize within seconds of an event taking place. Is the world speeding
up? Possibly, where are we going?
We can depend on elections of any kind to present a dire picture of the
status of our world. It is impossible to escape all the rhetoric, the picture
painting and the name calling that propels voters to make some sort of
an emotional stand. We get tired of it, yet we encourage the dark side of
politics by the attention we give it.
We are a world that is waiting to be rescued. From being asleep for
many years, we’re finally beginning to awaken and we are terrified with
what we see around us. We’ve spent generations ignoring signs that the
Earth Mother was suffering. We have located fear in every corner of the
universe and have produced more terrorists with our belief system than
ever had existed. We are suddenly aware that we’ve overspent our budget
and we’re now in financial, physical and moral bankruptcy. We have
each set the stage for personal and national disasters and we search for
someone to blame for our dis-ease.
Perhaps we were waiting for our prince to arrive and make life perfect for
us while we slept soundly, lost in our grandiose dreams of a life without
retribution. Certainly if anyone could save us it would be our President
who promised change. We assumed that meant there would be no price to
pay for ignoring generations of misconduct. Our prince would eventually
arrive and fix everything for us. He would waive his magic wand and
all the fear, all the abuse and decades of dark manipulations would
disappear. We’d be whole again; miraculously healed by someone or some
organization outside ourselves. Sadly, somehow it didn’t turn out to be
that easy and we are indignant with the results.
Surely there is a president, a prime minister or world leader somewhere, a
political party, a world bank, perhaps even a carefully selected minister of
God that can save us. There must be someone that can step forward and
heal our self inflicted wounds, making life a little less painful for us. Are
there not protestors everywhere that can sound the alarm that we need a
savior of some kind?
We have lost our personal power and our freedom by mindlessly giving
away our own, individual, responsibility for creating peace. We have given
away our rite to happiness to our governments, our spouses, our children,
abusive relationships, our careers, religions, our politicians and our Gods.
In our disorientated state of mind, we continue to blame everyone else for
our personal tusumis, and our terminal dis-eases. We are dying a suicidal
death and we’re still waiting for someone to find us and gallantly save us
before it’s too late.
Suddenly the planet demands that each one of us is faced with our own
likeness in the mirror. We are astounded to learn that it is we, ourselves
that will be held accountable for the actions we have (or have not) taken.
The winds of change have been blowing while we have slept and suddenly
we find ourselves unprepared for the future we have created. There is no
one left to blame and there is no one coming to save us.
Yet, it is when we find ourselves in our darkest hour of need that we
learn our truth and evoke our strengths. It is when we have come to
the stillness of the deep that we are faced with our self created demons
and we finally realize there is no way out unless we courageously find it
ourselves.
It is there, in that darkness of despair where we make our decision. Will
we continue to be victims, tossed about like a sailboat in a hurricane?
Will we follow the example our distracted, elected officials are showing
us by assigning blame to everyone else for our tribulations and our
ineffectiveness? Are we waiting for God, the President or perhaps Oprah
to come and fix what our ignorance has destroyed?
Isn’t it time for us to bravely step forward and own what we’ve allowed?
Isn’t it time we finally take responsibility for our own healing by realizing
that we are the savior we have been seeking. We are the answers to
the questions we have been asking. It is each one of us, individually and
collectively who has the power to confront our enemy (and excuse) which
is named Fear.
There is an anonymously posted quote found on the internet which reads:
“The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear
If it were legally possible I would rewrite the last sentence to read:
“Only the moment we reject all help and all excuses are we freed.”
Written by Brenda Silverhand-Garriss
28 August 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Commencement '11
As fate would have it, I received a phone call a few weeks ago from the principal at Santa Cruz High. Although I’ve done a good bit of teaching over there, summer was on the horizon and I couldn’t quite place why she’d be reaching out at this particular time. It didn’t take long for her to bestow upon me one of the greatest honors I’ve received in this lifetime. Keynote Speaker at Graduation.
As the day drew nearer I began to jot down ideas and coordinate my thoughts for the event. With a good deal of stage and classroom speaking time under my belt, I wasn’t too concerned with nerves or organization. So long as I could step to the microphone with some notes as a reference, I felt pretty comfortable addressing the students off the cusp so to speak.
Well, the day came, and as I strolled at the front of the procession, smack dab in the middle of shorter district representatives and school heads of staff all adorned in black gowns, I couldn’t help but say, “(Damn)…I feel like OBAMA!” It was great.
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| Photo by Pamela K. Iriguchi |
Even better was standing on the stage, watching the students file in. There was an overwhelming sense of pride emanating from both them and their parents looking on. It was truly powerful.
As the last of them made their way to their seats, the principal stepped to the mic and said. ”Students, you may be seated.” However, NO ONE HEARD HER! She glanced back at the soundman, baffled. Yes, the unthinkable was happening. Before a good 3,000+ people, the mic was not working! All too familiar with the unreliable nature of sound systems, I smirked knowing full well we were in for a ride for the next few minutes.
Initially, I wanted to jump up and snatch the mic and start checking it…”Check Check..1,2 1,2” Then I thought to grab another mic and make the switch. Without question out of everyone on the stage, I was the most comfortable with handling this kind of situation. BUT..I was THE keynote speaker. I had to keep some dignity about me! So I sat.. and I sat..and waited for the sound man to do what he was being paid to do. After the longest 3-5 minutes of our lifetimes, there was still no sign of progress. I could sit no longer.
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| Pamela K. Iriguchi |
I stepped beside the pulpit, looked toward the students and said let’s clap…We started slow and progressed to fast. Basic and fun. Next we moved on to the wave. Started it with the students and passed it on to the parents. It took a few tries, but by the 3rd time we managed to get it going all the way around the stadium. With that, I returned to my seat and whispered to the Assistant Principal, ”You’re on your own.” A couple of minutes later they managed to generate sound.
As the principal began addressing the students, I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my notes, to review my progression speech wise. No sooner than I did, did she begin to start her shpeal about me. I looked at the AP and said…”I’m on NOW?”
She said, “Yep.”
I was stunned. I could’ve sworn the keynote speaker came well into our ceremony back in the day. But I can’t say that I recall so clearly now a good 10+ years removed from my most recent graduation. Regardless, the time was NOW and I was extremely uncomfortable as I stepped to the microphone.
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| Pamela K. Iriguchi |
But that was just the tip of the iceberg. The moment I began to speak, one of the students started to toss a blow up girl around the student body. It was absolutely hilarious! But quite a distraction to fend with in the opening of such a meaningful moment.
With no time to waste on account of our delay, I jumped right in despite the diversion. It took a good while for the buzz to die down and the focus to return, but I pushed through and continued to deliver, all the while that voice in my head was screaming “What the fuuuuck?!?”
Needless to say, my rhythm was disturbed, but this is graduation. It’s not like the classroom where you can stop the students and say, “Hey, I’m trying to tell you something important right now and you’re over here playing with dolls.” You can’t tell the parents, “Hush folks, I’m tryin to give these kids some guidance.” No..you simply push through. And that’s what I did.
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| Pamela K. Iriguchi |
I drew parallels between graduation and the Rites of Passage ceremonies that take place in cultures throughout the globe. Discussed the balancing of passions and practicality. (Can you believe? J) Addressed the power and uniqueness of the stage of life they are in and how they have the opportunity to guide their lives toward whatever it is they’re passionate about. And a myriad of other nuggets before closing out with a story about my good friend Awad, from Sudan, who told me right there by the Red Sea in Egypt that no matter if I’m on TV or in magazines, a millionaire or just a good father… I will be and am A STAR. It was powerful.
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| Pamela K. Iriguchi |
And then I sat…and wondered…just how bad that speech was? It felt choppy, disorganized and anything but smooth. I couldn’t believe it, right there before thousands of people, I failed to rise to the occasion and capture the moment. But as they say in Egypt, “Hallas.” It’s done. No turning back, no undoing…it’s done.
And when graduation was done, all those doubts were put to rest. Students, parents, teachers, Grandparents, they all came and shared a different part of the speech that spoke to them. For me, that was the most meaningful part, seeing all the different generations who were touched by the message. I even got a Hallelujah in the middle of one part!
It was awesome…and still continues to be. Now when I walk downtown, I get stopped by people I’ve never met before who were there and were moved by the words that spoke through me. It’s absolutely HUMBLING. Not only to be given such a beautiful opportunity, but to feel a purpose much greater than me has been served.
God Is Good. (and so is Buddha and the rest of em!)
Monday, June 13, 2011
The latest on Japan from Shux Wun
I recently reached out to everyone I build with via email with a life update detailing some of the beautiful events that have aligned for me of later. In return, I asked them to fill me in on what's been going on with them. A good friend of mine Shux Wun who has been in Japan since I left almost 2 years ago filled me in on what the transition as been like for him and those surrounding since the recent earthquake.
Well, following the biggest natural disaster in world history a few months ago here, things got pretty difficult. I lost a lot of students (not perished, just stopped taking lessons) and lost video clients. People were not focused on the extras, just their immediate needs and watching their pockets closely. Aside from losing over 20,000 people to the tsunami there are tons of people who survived but now have no home. Then to add to that, so many people who were unaffected by the quake and tsunami but forced to evacuate their cities due to the radiation in their areas... so needless to say, it's a bad situation for a lot of people here still.
Tokyo was virtually unaffected, however, the initial fear of radiation affected everyone here. I left Tokyo for awhile and stayed in Osaka, as did thousands of others who were unsure about the actual reach of the radiation. The government here did a very good job of keeping their people in the dark about everything, so a lot of people decided to either leave the country or go farther south until further notice...
I left because within the first two days after the quake I found out that all the foreign embassy offices here had moved their locations to Osaka... so what's good for them is good for me I figured. Also, all the convenience stores and supermarkets in my area got completely wiped clean of dried foods, because we were facing electrical blackouts and our refrigerated foods became a problem. People panicked, hording and whatnot, although in a much more peaceful manner than what would have happened stateside... nobody was robbing and stealing to get theirs here, from what I know of. However, the greed was blatant although more polite. I bounced south and Osaka was perfectly fine, no problem finding food and nobody seemed concerned about radiation.
After a bit of research it was realized that the radiation levels were very minimal in Tokyo (but that doesn't include the thousands of gallons of contaminated water dumped into the ocean and potentially affecting our seafood). I returned to Tokyo and things back in the neighborhood were better at the supermarkets and whatnot, but still a very tense feeling in the air about what we all are really facing concerning the radiation. Upon more research I realized that even if there were radiation affecting us, it wouldn't be a health risk for another 15 or so years as something like cancer may develop, but that would be the extreme case in being exposed to a high level on a daily basis. As of now, even American and other foreign experts are reporting a "no health risk" situation for this region. So, I feel a bit better but not completely at ease... but enough to keep me here I guess. :)
If you're interested in seeing more...Shux put together a few videos as well
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Keep Japan in your prayers!
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| DJ Sarasa, Shux Wun, A Homey, Mr Free |
Well, following the biggest natural disaster in world history a few months ago here, things got pretty difficult. I lost a lot of students (not perished, just stopped taking lessons) and lost video clients. People were not focused on the extras, just their immediate needs and watching their pockets closely. Aside from losing over 20,000 people to the tsunami there are tons of people who survived but now have no home. Then to add to that, so many people who were unaffected by the quake and tsunami but forced to evacuate their cities due to the radiation in their areas... so needless to say, it's a bad situation for a lot of people here still.
Tokyo was virtually unaffected, however, the initial fear of radiation affected everyone here. I left Tokyo for awhile and stayed in Osaka, as did thousands of others who were unsure about the actual reach of the radiation. The government here did a very good job of keeping their people in the dark about everything, so a lot of people decided to either leave the country or go farther south until further notice...
I left because within the first two days after the quake I found out that all the foreign embassy offices here had moved their locations to Osaka... so what's good for them is good for me I figured. Also, all the convenience stores and supermarkets in my area got completely wiped clean of dried foods, because we were facing electrical blackouts and our refrigerated foods became a problem. People panicked, hording and whatnot, although in a much more peaceful manner than what would have happened stateside... nobody was robbing and stealing to get theirs here, from what I know of. However, the greed was blatant although more polite. I bounced south and Osaka was perfectly fine, no problem finding food and nobody seemed concerned about radiation.
After a bit of research it was realized that the radiation levels were very minimal in Tokyo (but that doesn't include the thousands of gallons of contaminated water dumped into the ocean and potentially affecting our seafood). I returned to Tokyo and things back in the neighborhood were better at the supermarkets and whatnot, but still a very tense feeling in the air about what we all are really facing concerning the radiation. Upon more research I realized that even if there were radiation affecting us, it wouldn't be a health risk for another 15 or so years as something like cancer may develop, but that would be the extreme case in being exposed to a high level on a daily basis. As of now, even American and other foreign experts are reporting a "no health risk" situation for this region. So, I feel a bit better but not completely at ease... but enough to keep me here I guess. :)
If you're interested in seeing more...Shux put together a few videos as well
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
Keep Japan in your prayers!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
SC High Hoops Review 2010-2011
I apologize for the lack of consistency in writing this past few months. All I can say is, there are times to write about life...and times to simply live it. And I've been doing a good amount of living of late. I'm a do my best to catch you's up with the latest greatest. But warning..this may be a lengthy process!
In my 2nd season as an assistant coach on the Santa Cruz Varsity Boys Basketball team, we had a roller coaster ride of a year. Heading into our final regular season game, we were tied for 1st and in need of a road victory coupled with an Aptos loss to give us the outright league title. Well we went ahead and handled our business on the road with a 62-48 victory over Soquel. And don't ya know, Aptos messed around and lost by 9 giving us the regular season title (which was a 1st for our staff!)
But the true magic unfolded in the week to come as our post season tournament took shape. After dismantling Soquel to the tune of 59-38 in the 2nd round of our league tourney, we advanced to the championship game to face Aptos. But get this, although we were the 1 seed, the game was hosted at Aptos high school. California is just flat out silly when it comes to logistics like this. i.e. girls games are played before the varsity boys games.
Anyhow, it just so happened that the championship game fell on a Saturday. This was troubling for me as my finances were in a bit of turmoil and Saturday night was the only shift I bar tended. Torn as I was, I had to inform the kids I wouldn't be able to make the game.
Word of this trickled back to the parents, and before it was all said and done, they'd put together over $200 on my behalf. It was absolutely humbling. The one element that I consistently return to when speaking on Santa Cruz is the sense of community. And never before had it been so prominent as then.
The game itself was exhilarating. Both teams came out hot. My favorite kid, Zen Maki, set the tone from the jump, attacking the rim, finishing strong, and pulling up for cold hearted jumpers..Splash! The game was moving at an alarming pace and it characterized everything that's good about high school basketball. Well, minus the crowd participation, but Santa Cruz is a surfer town. :)
The 1st quarter ended with us up one 26-25. We're talking 8 minute quarters folks..that's some offense!
By halftime we had seized control of the game, outscoring the Mariners 28-11 in the 2nd quarter, a championship seemed all but inevitable. And when we stormed out of the locker room to kick em where it hurts to the tune of a 32 point lead there was no doubt the trophy was heading back to our way. Then the lead turned to 25...and 25 became 15...Zen fouled out of the game and no one seemed to be stepping up to take the game by the horns. With 4 minutes left, the lead was trimmed to 9. I was astonished, but well aware that this is a game of runs. Jonah Hodges, who stepped on for Zen at point, rose to the occasion, not only breaking down their pressure, but knocking down clutch free throw after free throw in the games' final minutes. And at the final buzzer, We were Champions!! Again!! 91-81 Santa Cruz!
The vibe wasn't quite as celebratory after it nearly slipped away. Not to mention, the core of the team had already won the title last year, and had their minds set on higher goals. But it was quite an accomplishment none the less. Back to Back league champs...pretty impressive.
Then we moved on to sectionals. As the #2 seed, we did exactly what we were supposed to do. we slaughtered our 1st round opponent Harker, 70-30. Then in the sectional semis, we ran the 3 seed Palma out of the gym...76-52. This set us up for the moment all these kids had been hoping for all year long. A rematch with Sacred Heart Prep. At (24-2) they were the #1 seed in our section. But more importantly, this was the team that ended our season last year on a heartbreaking 3-pointer with 3 seconds left in the game. Revenge was in order.
Just before the jump ball, we learned that their best player, (coincidentally, the guy who hit the 3 last year) was suspended for fighting the game before ours. Hence, seeming to give us an edge. But that edge was lost minutes into the game, as we fell behind by 8 and played in a disheveled manner that can drive a coach crazy. At one point in the game we'd missed 10 lay-ups. Just chippies, that were right there for the taking, but it seemed to be nerves that had us coming up short, time after time. Were it not for the heroics of our senior, Dominic Brommer, who dropped an uncharacteristic 10 1st half points, we would have been in trouble. However, we went to the half down 2.
The 2nd half was a sloppy, back and forth affair in which neither team seized control despite being given numerous opportunities to do so. Eventually, Sacred Heart willed their way to victory, nailing a few timely 3's and knocking down big free throws down the stretch to seal the game. It was anti-climactic and down right mystifying when it was all said and done. None of our go to guys showed up. Part of that was a credit to SH's defense, but it looked to be the bright lights, big stage (the game was at Santa Clara University) that shook our guys a bit.
The weird thing about California hoops is, although we lost in our sectional championship, we were still allowed to compete in the State regionals. I guess the thinking is, the 2 best teams can come out of the same section.
We entered the Northern California regionals ranked 5th. This allowed us to host our 1st game vs Marin Catholic. They boasted a 6'6" 350 center who is UCLA's top recruited O-lineman..... we ran them boys outta the gym early and often. The final score was 87-69.
Next stop Colfax, we chartered a bus and took the 3 1/2 hour journey to play in their territory. But not before stopping off at Cal Berkeley to get a tour of the basketball facilities by the Assistant Athletic Director and former Santa Cruz High grad, Foti Mellis. We also swung by the track to get a few words of inspiration from last year's team captain and current track and field star at Berkeley, Taylor Kientzel.
Needless to say, by the time we reached Colfax, our boys were full of ambition. And it showed! We stomped em from the opening tip. Final score 72-43.
Lo and Behold, this team which I'd had my fair share of doubts about, was now heading to the state quarterfinals, to play against the #1 team in the state Salesian. Just so happens their head coach was not only a Santa Cruz High grad, but also a good friend of our head guy, Bill Domhoff. The match up pitted these two old friends against one another.
To call us underdogs entering the game was the understatement of the year. Coach's approach was let if fly and ask questions later. He wanted every kid to have absolute confidence and not to hesitate versus a seemingly more talented foe.
Salesian just looked impressive. Their center was a 6'6" 290lb junior who's being recruited by every Pac-10 school around to play D-line. The major difference between D-line and O-line is athleticism. And unlike the kid we faced in our 1st round game who was bound for UCLA, this kid could move. He was accompanied by Jabari Bird, who at 6'4" or 6'5"is the #1 rated sophomore in the state.
These boys lived up to their billing. Attacking the rim and finishing with style and flare. The game moved at a speed and level that could not be duplicated for kids in this area. And for the most part, our guys looked intimidated in the early going. At halftime we were down 14. And there seemed to be no hope in sight.
As we neared the end of the 3rd period, coach seemed to throw in the towel. He subbed in our last 5 guys so they could get the experience of playing on the big stage. One of these 5 was a kid named, Etai
Levy-Richards. At 5'7" he doesn't exactly strike fear in the hearts of men. However, everyday, when practice finished, Etai was the one to stick around and play a little 21, or put up some shots. This is a coach's dream. Well all that hard work paid off in unthinkable fashion as he drained two inspirational 3's to bring us to within 9 points.
Entering the 4th quarter, we now had belief. That is til, their point guard, Dominic Artis, split the double team with the games prettiest move and proceeded to get and and-1 to push their lead back to double digits with about 2 minutes left. That one not only pushed the score out of reach, but slayed any remaining morale. We ended up losing 85-66.
Disappointing as it is to end on a loss, it was still a season of great accomplishment. One I'll forever remember as a coach and fan. And hopefully, when it's all said and done, those kids can reflect on their achievements and be proud. I know I am!
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| photo by Paul Firenzi |
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| Keith Williams - by Paul Firenzi |
Anyhow, it just so happened that the championship game fell on a Saturday. This was troubling for me as my finances were in a bit of turmoil and Saturday night was the only shift I bar tended. Torn as I was, I had to inform the kids I wouldn't be able to make the game.
Word of this trickled back to the parents, and before it was all said and done, they'd put together over $200 on my behalf. It was absolutely humbling. The one element that I consistently return to when speaking on Santa Cruz is the sense of community. And never before had it been so prominent as then.
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| Zen Maki - photo by Paul Firenzi |
The 1st quarter ended with us up one 26-25. We're talking 8 minute quarters folks..that's some offense!
By halftime we had seized control of the game, outscoring the Mariners 28-11 in the 2nd quarter, a championship seemed all but inevitable. And when we stormed out of the locker room to kick em where it hurts to the tune of a 32 point lead there was no doubt the trophy was heading back to our way. Then the lead turned to 25...and 25 became 15...Zen fouled out of the game and no one seemed to be stepping up to take the game by the horns. With 4 minutes left, the lead was trimmed to 9. I was astonished, but well aware that this is a game of runs. Jonah Hodges, who stepped on for Zen at point, rose to the occasion, not only breaking down their pressure, but knocking down clutch free throw after free throw in the games' final minutes. And at the final buzzer, We were Champions!! Again!! 91-81 Santa Cruz!
The vibe wasn't quite as celebratory after it nearly slipped away. Not to mention, the core of the team had already won the title last year, and had their minds set on higher goals. But it was quite an accomplishment none the less. Back to Back league champs...pretty impressive.
Then we moved on to sectionals. As the #2 seed, we did exactly what we were supposed to do. we slaughtered our 1st round opponent Harker, 70-30. Then in the sectional semis, we ran the 3 seed Palma out of the gym...76-52. This set us up for the moment all these kids had been hoping for all year long. A rematch with Sacred Heart Prep. At (24-2) they were the #1 seed in our section. But more importantly, this was the team that ended our season last year on a heartbreaking 3-pointer with 3 seconds left in the game. Revenge was in order.
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| Dominic Brommer - photo by Paul Firenzi |
The 2nd half was a sloppy, back and forth affair in which neither team seized control despite being given numerous opportunities to do so. Eventually, Sacred Heart willed their way to victory, nailing a few timely 3's and knocking down big free throws down the stretch to seal the game. It was anti-climactic and down right mystifying when it was all said and done. None of our go to guys showed up. Part of that was a credit to SH's defense, but it looked to be the bright lights, big stage (the game was at Santa Clara University) that shook our guys a bit.
The weird thing about California hoops is, although we lost in our sectional championship, we were still allowed to compete in the State regionals. I guess the thinking is, the 2 best teams can come out of the same section.
We entered the Northern California regionals ranked 5th. This allowed us to host our 1st game vs Marin Catholic. They boasted a 6'6" 350 center who is UCLA's top recruited O-lineman..... we ran them boys outta the gym early and often. The final score was 87-69.
Next stop Colfax, we chartered a bus and took the 3 1/2 hour journey to play in their territory. But not before stopping off at Cal Berkeley to get a tour of the basketball facilities by the Assistant Athletic Director and former Santa Cruz High grad, Foti Mellis. We also swung by the track to get a few words of inspiration from last year's team captain and current track and field star at Berkeley, Taylor Kientzel.
Needless to say, by the time we reached Colfax, our boys were full of ambition. And it showed! We stomped em from the opening tip. Final score 72-43.
Lo and Behold, this team which I'd had my fair share of doubts about, was now heading to the state quarterfinals, to play against the #1 team in the state Salesian. Just so happens their head coach was not only a Santa Cruz High grad, but also a good friend of our head guy, Bill Domhoff. The match up pitted these two old friends against one another.
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| Ti Demeo- photo by Paul Firenzi |
To call us underdogs entering the game was the understatement of the year. Coach's approach was let if fly and ask questions later. He wanted every kid to have absolute confidence and not to hesitate versus a seemingly more talented foe.
Salesian just looked impressive. Their center was a 6'6" 290lb junior who's being recruited by every Pac-10 school around to play D-line. The major difference between D-line and O-line is athleticism. And unlike the kid we faced in our 1st round game who was bound for UCLA, this kid could move. He was accompanied by Jabari Bird, who at 6'4" or 6'5"is the #1 rated sophomore in the state.
These boys lived up to their billing. Attacking the rim and finishing with style and flare. The game moved at a speed and level that could not be duplicated for kids in this area. And for the most part, our guys looked intimidated in the early going. At halftime we were down 14. And there seemed to be no hope in sight.
As we neared the end of the 3rd period, coach seemed to throw in the towel. He subbed in our last 5 guys so they could get the experience of playing on the big stage. One of these 5 was a kid named, Etai
Levy-Richards. At 5'7" he doesn't exactly strike fear in the hearts of men. However, everyday, when practice finished, Etai was the one to stick around and play a little 21, or put up some shots. This is a coach's dream. Well all that hard work paid off in unthinkable fashion as he drained two inspirational 3's to bring us to within 9 points.
Entering the 4th quarter, we now had belief. That is til, their point guard, Dominic Artis, split the double team with the games prettiest move and proceeded to get and and-1 to push their lead back to double digits with about 2 minutes left. That one not only pushed the score out of reach, but slayed any remaining morale. We ended up losing 85-66.
Disappointing as it is to end on a loss, it was still a season of great accomplishment. One I'll forever remember as a coach and fan. And hopefully, when it's all said and done, those kids can reflect on their achievements and be proud. I know I am!
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
RIP J Dilla
I confess, it wasn't until his passing that I traced the greatness that J Dilla embodied in his time here. Little did I know, I'd been bumpin to his beats for years prior. However, once I finally did get a taste of his flavor there was no turning back. I immediately made it my business to get my hands on any and everything he's produced. 200 songs later, I'm probably half way there...but I thought it was important to pass this on to all of you out there who may have not known about him or the unrelenting spirit he embodied. Undoubtedly a Genius. RIP J Dilla...here's a recently released documentary detailing his ascent
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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