I opened my eyes, only for the saltwater to flood them. I grabbed my board and tried to pull myself onto it, but it was too late. Right about that time, unfortunately, a huge wage was forming, and was starting to come my way. After about two minutes, the water was above my waist. I waded through the water, trying to keep from being pushed back by the rising waves. I grabbed my surfboard and broke into a sprint across the beach I could feel the ocean spray before I reached the water. Seeing the waves reach all the way out from the deep to the shore, I couldn’t help but think of what a perfect day it would be for surfing. The sun had already risen, its heat overbearing. The morning sky was clear, not a cloud could be seen for miles. I’ve heard about shark attacks, but they never really scared me…didn’t seem real.

There are some things that I’ve seen happen in the ocean that would normally scar you for life. I’m as fearless as it gets when it comes to water. People fear of drowning or being attacked by creatures from below.

The ocean seems scary to many, even dangerous. You’re scared of the ocean? Yeah, I understand that. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! That birds would sing and think it were not night. Would through the airy region stream so bright The brightness of her cheek would shame those starsĪs daylight doth a lamp her eyes in heaven What if her eyes were there, they in her head? To twinkle in their spheres till they return. Having some business, do entreat her eyes Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, That thou her maid art far more fair than she.Īnd none but fools do wear it. So um … you follow basketball all at all? Oh yeah?! Which team?Ģ – Romeo’s Monologue | Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeareīut soft! What light through yonder window breaks?Īrise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, They think I need this … talk therapy, but I already got it you know. So … if they sent me here so I’d stop well … I’m not going to stop talking about or watching basketball. They all want to be sad he’s gone, see? But he’s not. So I guess that’s why I … I just don’t want to stop talking about basketball you know? To be honest, as long as I’m shootin’ air hoops in the mud room and cuttin’ up with Arnie, and watching the games like a religion … it doesn’t even feel like he’s gone. Dad and I could talk about basketball for hours. When Lin first made it to the NBA and was struggling a bit, dad would talk about how Lin just hadn’t found his stride yet but he had greatness inside. Dad followed college ball too and knew how good Lin was at Harvard. Dad would never have gone to some dinner with this game going on.īefore Lin even made it to the NBA, my dad saw back in the day. Mom had this dinner in honour of him and I … I said I felt sick so I could stay home and watch the game. Lin was on fire and you know- My dad would have been pumped.

So then for the next two weeks Lin just continued to kick major ass and I couldn’t pull myself away to do all these family activities. I’m the most relative to the situation if you know what I mean. That’s around the time some of the relatives said it seemed insensitive of me to go and play air basketball in the mud room with everyone else trying to mourn and pay their respects and honestly I don’t even care. But I didn’t, I just got into I guess a slightly ah heated debate with him where I like, dared him to a game of air basketball in the mud room. Dad would have kicked Arnie out of the house by now.

Arnie tells me, the only reason he’s getting any attention is because he’s like one of the first few Asians in basketball. Of course he didn’t, so I had to tell Arnie myself how Lin’s got this low dribble that throws the defense, how his pick and rolls and combinations driving to the net are sick. I actually looked over at dad, lying there in our living room, wearin’ his Sunday best, I half expected to see him get up. I never would have said anything, but out of the blue my cousin Arnie is like, “Jeremy Lin’s a passing fad.” If my dad had heard that, he’d have jumped out of that coffin and whooped Arnie. I’m only here because my mom caught me talking about Jeremy Lin at my father’s wake. That’s why they wanted me to come talk to you. As in I’ve got “a condition” called Linsanity! And anyone in their right mind who has seen point guard Jeremy Lin do his thing on the basketball court would have it too! I don’t need therapy! I don’t need to be here. Published in Best Contemporary Monologues For Kids Ages 7-15 edited by Lawrence Harbison MALE 1 – Basketball Therapy by Gabriel Davis

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