(A skimmable aside: I just love that we're all so out of touch and we just don't "get it." And why do I have to wish guys the best when they leave the program? I'm not rooting for the people, I'm rooting for the jersey. Players are calloused and call fans loser wannabes, so I've taken the same approach towards players. If they don't appreciate the fans and treat them like losers, I treat the players like commodities. You take off the green, you're just another dude. Skeedaddle.)
Most of the guys on here have lived a lot longer than I have, a lot longer than Steve has. Do you think they didn't have dreams when they were 22 years old, too?
Fact: I love music. LOOOOOOOVVVVEEEE music. Every kind, from raw tribal in Africa to rockabilly to country to rock to electronic to hip hop to Gregorian Chants. Yeah, I'm that douchebag who likes everything that you can't stand talking to at a concert.
This isn't about the music. This is about quitting basketball to make a statistically dumb decision. This is like passing up a 36-yard field goal to chuck it into the end zone with one second left. This is taking Darko instead of Wade or Melo because centers are more valuable than guards and forwards. This is taking a scholarship well over $100,000 and trading it away to be one in a million trying to get a record deal.
Is it wrong to chase one's dream? Hell no. If Steve makes it, we'll all look like a bunch of morons. He may fart on Athens while flying over in his Gulfstream someday. Who knows?
But some things in life are about patience and smarts. Economics is one of those things. This is a simple economic decision, and he chose the hail mary pass.
One final and unneccessary comparison: Quitting and leaving behind a D-I basketball scholarship to try to become a hip hop star is like me quitting my day job to try to become a world champion hot dog eater.
This ain't about music. I'm mocking the decision because it makes no logical sense. Dreams are ignorant, sometimes in a good way, often in dumb ways.
And I wanted to front a band just like Fugazi when I was 17. I didn't skip college to follow that dream, thankfully....
Final fact: If someone is reading about themselves on a message board and marking down names to smite on Twitter, they are 1) LeBron James or 2) A narcissist or 3) both.*
(* Skimmable Aside:There's a message board with a thread dedicated to hating me and the job I do. Honestly. It's a precious little thing I looked at once. I never looked again, though I've been told it has reached dozens of pages pages and thousands of views. If you're sure about what you're doing in life, you don't need to get fuel from people doubting you.)
Last Edited: 8/20/2010 3:46:53 PM by Brian Smith (No, not that one)