Freshman Year pt. 1

I met former UAlbany assistant basketball coach, Jeremy Friel, on Saturday, July 3, 2012. My father, brother, and I had traveled to the campus to report for my accepted students’ orientation weekend. And, knowing that I intended to try to walk-on, my father suggested that I set up a meeting with Friel, who had served…

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From the end of the bench

In theatre — both stage, and cinema — a walk-on is a performer with a small, nonspeaking role. They typically have no interaction with principal characters, but are a little cooler than extras, in that they are usually mentioned in playbills, or credits. The characterization does not change much with regard to college athletics. Walk-on…

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On Writing

Here are 10 things I learned about writing from Stephen King’s On Writing. Read, read, and read. My dad told me that the best way to become a better writer was to read good writing. Mark McGuire—who writes for the Daily Gazette—says that he reads Gay Telese’s Frank Sinatra Has a Cold once every year….

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Senior Night

This is going to be really, really therapeutic for me. *** Tonight is our—the University at Albany men’s basketball team—final home game of the 2015-16 regular season. Before us is the opportunity to become the winningest single season team in the program’s 16-year Division I history. Every year, the team, fans, and University’s Department of…

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The Walk

When I was three years old, my mother (who I proudly call “Mommy”) and I would attend First Baptist Church of Elmsford most Sunday mornings. I don’t remember much, but, I’m 100% certain that I rarely enjoyed myself. One such morning, as she helped me button whichever shirt she had picked for me, I—frustrated, surely,…

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What I’ve read

To start, I don’t read nearly as much as I know I should, or wish I could. When I was a boy, (I’ve been practicing acceptance of the truth: that the world sees me and my 6’1”, 200-plus-pound frame as “man,” now, or yet worse, a “sir.”) about three, or four, my mother used to…

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The Powerball: If you did, you could…

When I was in the fifth grade, my math teacher assigned our class what I thought was going to be the most enjoyable school project ever. We were tasked with spending $1 billion however we saw fit. “This’ll be easy,” I thought. I was wrong. After buying the New York Knicks, the New York Yankees,…

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What 8,030 days have taught me

Today was my real new year celebration. Happy 22nd birthday to your boy. Only eight more years until I’m 30, right? *nervous laughter*. But seriously: thank God for another 365 days of life! No new day is guaranteed to anyone, but, even greater is the threat of murder upon my young, sizeable, darker-skinned person. That’s a…

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New Year’s Reflection (And I’m already six days late)

We’ve all come to know promises, re-re-recommitments, and seemingly immovable declarations to accompany the onset of a new year. Optimists call them resolutions. Pessimists call them lies. I’m somewhere in the middle. That being said, I would like to offer my own addition to #newyearnewme: a public apology. First, to my subscribers, readers, and/or followers….

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