There is something pristine about the generation that is quietly disappearing.  As a youth, I was an avid sports fan.  I have not changed much since then.  Coach Wooden was a name I knew.  I had heard the legend of his UCLA teams that were unbeatable.  Now and again, I would hear a little talk about his "pyramid of success".  I did not realize, that he loved English.  Coach Wooden was a perfectionist and a master at everything he did.  Coach Wooden is probably one of the most quoted figures in sports history, but up until recently I did not know a single maxim attributed to him.  I like Coach Wooden, because he represents a generation I envy.  My grandparents generation was fraught with war and depression, but out of that time grew great God-fearing men.  There is a 90 or so year old man that walked into my dad's accounting office this year.  Whenever he comes in he greets everyone in sight.  Mr Reed always smiles and laughs and makes sure to compliment everyone he sees.  What I envy most about their generation is that they memorized poems and dances.  They were gentleman in every sense of the word.  Its a quality we dont see as much today, and some people dont like it when they see it.  Jeremy Lin and Tim Tebow are winners in the Coach Wooden sense.  I hope we see a change in sports and the world in general where people turn back time.


"If you're not making mistakes, then you're not doing anything. I'm positive that a doer makes mistakes." - Coach Wooden

Walking around the yard in the morning and looking at the growing plants and flowers is one of my favorite routines.  The large majority of those trees, flowers, and plants were planted by members of our family.  Their is an unmistakeable joy that comes from seeing nature take its course when things are done properly.  I came home today and their were yellow flowers on the table.  The flowers make me smile.  I dont know why, but I know they make me smile.  Life is about taking things that make you smile at a premium.  Its too easy to get lazy, and not appreciate the things that bring us joy in life.

This blog is born on my sisters birthday.  The blog was supposed to be born yesterday since I joked about it during a Sunday School lesson.  I am rather stunned that there isnt a bigger Switchfoot fan with this blog name.  Ive thought about starting this blog multiple times, but blogs were to feminine.  Awhile ago, I watched that awesome movie with Amy Adams, really I just think shes adorable, where she cooks everything in that french cookbook and then blogs it up.  I feel like this is an episode of Psych and Im missing the super obvious name of the movie reference.  Anyways, that should have convinced me more that blogs werent cool.  Now I have this space, and Im almost through with this miserable difficult first post.  Ill have to decide if my random song thoughts of the day, jokes of the day, sports thoughts of the day, or stream of consciousness of the day end up here.  For now we will just go with my faith in the younger generations music choices has been partially restored.  My younger brother plays on a baseball team and the favorite bands of the kids were:  Guns N Roses, Queen, and Metallica.  Hopefully, those kids will tell there friends about real music and get all this autotuned, computerized mess off the radio.