Bring It

So Mark Twain said that no one will ever know you really, because most of your life is lived in your own head with all that talking your own self does to you, and that anything you write is really just the crust of who you are, the buttons and coat.

So then why is it so hard to actually be your whole self, where people can see? If nobody will really know you anyway, you're aren't in any danger of being lost or exposed. You can give more, like a ton more.

Maybe all that really matters is they're shooting Space Jam II on our street and LeBron James might be walking past our house, and all that matters is basketball and the pursuit of star players on your front lawn. My daughter's heart tells me that, today, and the look in her eyes even though we were on the lawn in a big line of people at her 7th grade orientation beached in the middle of summer, she can't believe he will be crossing paths with her, on our own footing.

She's going to make a sign and hold it up, saying: I can take you, bro