In honor of Usher being the mentor on American Idol this week, I figured it'd be best to unearth my deepest secret on THE GLOBAL PHENOMENON.
These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man, I'm thrown and I dont know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my
Find out what My Secret is after the JUMP
I graduated from high school in June, 2004. Like many teenagers, I had no clue where to go to college. I had grown up in the Northeast my entire life, so I thought "Let's make a change." In the spring I had choices between a few schools, and in the end, decided to go to Vanderbilt. Yes, Vanderbilt. The crux of my decision revolved around hot girls, warm weather, the potential to grow a southern swoop similar to Ross Wilson from MTV's "Two a Days", and SEC football.
Unfortunately, the factors in my decision were rendered useless soon after I put down my deposit to go to Vanderbilt. I started dating a girl the summer after my senior year of high school, which discounted the hot girls. The weather was rainy and miserable for most of the year. My hair was too curly to rock the southern swoop. SEC football isn't as interesting when the school you go to is getting beat by 40 points every game. And most of all, the fraternity scene was a bit silly. When I started pledging, I realized that I didn't like cleaning other people's houses, didn't enjoy being put in burlap sacks and hit with golf balls, and didn't enjoy getting up at 5:00 am to run and then dine on cottage cheese and sour milk until I puked.
I transferred to Georgetown my sophomore year and things went swimmingly from there. Am I ashamed that I have held onto this secret for so long? I don't care. Am I ashamed I had no idea who Jeff Green was until basketball season? I don't care. Am I ashamed that I only got hooked on Georgetown basketball after the first game I attended, which happened to be on January 21, 2006 when we beat Duke? I don't care. Do I feel like I've let the readers of THE PHENOMENON down? I don't care. Do I hope you can forgive me? I don't care.
I had a pretty sweet 3 years of Georgetown basketball. The first game I attended, we beat Duke. In person, I only saw the Hoyas lose 3 games. The most harrowing moment for me was when the East bracket was released in 2007. I saw a #2 Georgetown with a very good chance of playing the #6 Vanderbilt Commodores in the Sweet 16. Could Washington State thwart God's plan, allowing me to escape the chance that my former school could knock out my beloved Hoyas? Unfortunately, no.
I did what I had to do, sucked it up and bought tickets to the Sweet 16 game. If Georgetown was going down, I had to be there in person to face it. Never in my life had I been so nervous, especially not during my pathetic excuse for an athletic career. When Jeff Green hit the game winner, I let out a primal scream that I did not know I was capable of. Unfortunately, with that primal scream, my gum also flew out of my mouth, landing in the hair of a teenage boy sitting in front of me. Sorry dude.
The win over Vanderbilt did a few things. It solidified my everlasting man crush on Jeff Green (nice threes last night!) and it gave me closure to that part of my life. Until I started writing for this blog. And now, with this entry, I feel another weight off my shoulders. No longer will I fear one of my friends commenting about my transfer status, and no longer will I fear my secret unearthed. My scarlet letter is no longer. I am free.
If you could love Patrick Ewing Jr. and Julian Vaughn, I hope you can love me too.