The NBA playoffs are looming and it’s an all too familiar feeling for some.
Aussie native Jason Belmonte has the world’s bowling community turning heads. Belmonte has been carrying his bowling ball from the ball rack and thrusting it down a lane since before he traded his bottle for a sippy cup, only seeing the best results. By age five he was averaging an astonishing 117 and had a game high of 179, which is a feat most casual bowlers would go “gah-gah” over.
Now at 25, he averages a more than respectable 230 and has bowled 30 perfect 300 games. The secret to his masterful ability lies in his hands, literally.
Your arrival in Dallas had me questioning my team’s deplorable decision making.
The image of your spontaneous strut and Jesus-like pose on the star at midfield burned its way into my memory. Because of it I’ve had dreams of morphing into safety George Teague that day in 2000. My hatred only grew when you became a member of the archrival Philadelphia Eagles. In 2006, I learned to deal with the migraines, however, and sucked up what pride I had so I could start rooting for you when Jerry Jones signed you. The bottom line was, when you became a Cowboy, I became a fan.
Vincent Lombardi, a god amongst men, once said, “Winning isn’t everything; it’s the only thing.” This quote alone represents what drives all athletes to become better and what nurtures all of sports to keep the entertainment alive.
Sadly, some aren’t as fortunate to experience the taste of a thirst-quenching victory. In fact, New Jersey Institute of Technology’s men’s basketball team defines what it means to undergo the agony of misfortunes.
The Houston Rockets of the 2000s are destined to anguish their entire fan base. Their team motto listed above their locker room actually reads “Get Your Hopes Up. It’s What We Do.”
The Rockets have been nothing more than a lousy prom date for the past few years. You expect to go all the way with them, but then they leave early and you’re left wondering, “What could have been?”