We are the champs!

I don’t know how, or why…but we are the City of Scottsdale basketball champs!



We were missing a few guys tonight, but we still pulled off the victory!!

And I will say that victory still tastes sweat even if it is in the "has-beens" league...I mean common, it was the (A) division! :) That counts for something right?...guys, right?

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kyle diroberts

Nudist Colony

So today is Saturday.

And I am in class.

Yup.

From 8am – 4pm

I don’t have to tell you that days like today are long. But one thing that is nice is our breaks. We get a couple of them throughout the day. During these breaks I normally hang out with a good friend near the window. It is almost like we just enjoy seeing what everyone else is doing with their Saturday.

Today I noticed that there is this one house that we always seem to find ourselves in front of.



To be honest with you I don’t know why we like to stand in front of it…there could be a couple of reasons…

1. The view is great of Camelback Mountain.

2. There is something fun about looking over your neighbor’s wall. Do you know what I am talking about? It’s okay, you just don’t want to admit it. It’s so intriguing/creepy cause from our view we get to look over like 4 peoples wall, right into their backyards.

3. The pool. I think that everyone who sees this guys backyard would rather be sitting by the pool rather than being in class.

4. Apparently my good friend from class has never jumped off a diving board with a spring. So he daydreams about that.

So this guys house.



I really feel bad for him. All throughout the week he has all these seminary students looking into his backyard. That sounded really bad. I don’t want to sound like we just stand around and stare all day. But his backyard is hard to miss. No matter where you go you walk by this window that peers out over his backyard.

Rumor has it that when the seminary moved in this guy wasn’t to happy about all these people that could see into his yard. I mean who wouldn’t be pissed, right?

Well, today I was cynical.

I put myself in this guys shoe.

Before I tell you…what would you do? NOT What Would Jesus Do (WWJD), but rather, what would you do in this situation?

As I was standing by the window today, looking out into this guys backyard, I tried to place myself in his shoes…here is what I would do...

I was thinking that I would open my house up as a nudist colony. I would put together a group of people that would walk around my backyard nude. Maybe BBQ…Garden…who knows. But what I do know is that if I was that guy I would want as many nude people as possible in my backyard.

All day.

So maybe you are laughing.

Or maybe you are concerned about my salvation.

Either way though I bet the shades on the 4th floor (that is where the Seminary is) would permanently be shut and he would enjoy some privacy. Well, privacy from the 4th floor at least. There are three other floors though. :) So maybe I would just move.

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kyle diroberts

God's lighthouse....

from seminary @ 7:35pm



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kyle diroberts

Finding Never Never Land

Before I loved to read, and write so much I had another passion. It was basketball. I would spend hours (literally) in the gym just shooting and dribbling. I often times think back to some of those moments in an empty gym. Those were deep times, times where many thoughts, ideas, and dreams came to life. I guess in some ways you could call my time on a basketball court as my time in Never Never Land. It was as if I never grew up when I was playing basketball. And when I wasn't alone I could be found goofing around with my "lost boys."

Well, years have past and my beer belly has begun to show and even though those hours where I once could be found on a basketball court are now spent reading or writing, I have found my way back...back to Never Never Land. About two months ago I joined a city of Scottsdale basketball league with some old "lost boys" who, like me, have since grown up.

This league has been great because it has shown me the way back to Never Never Land. It has allowed me, once again, to get into an empty gym with my basketball in hand and just play...just like a little child. And the "lost boys"...we can't forget about them. We have fun together. We play and reminisce of our old battles together.

It's amazing how an old story can either make you feel older or younger...and I'm learning that this particular aging process is just a matter of your own choice.

So I'm going to drive down to a gym in a couple of hours...and I'm going to play basketball with some "lost boys" in Never Never Land.

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kyle diroberts

Smuckers

This is kinda of embarrassing to admit, but one of my favorite things to do in the morning is to watch The Today Show. I don't know why...but I just can't get enough of it.

There is this one segment of the show each day where Willard Scott celebrates people who have either turned 100 years old or are celebrating their 75th wedding anniversary. It has forever been sponsored by Smuckers. Do you know which part of the show I am talking about?? Willard always reads a quote from the people as to why/who they credit their longevity to. And it seems like each person always credits their longevity to their faith in God...or to their reading of the bible each day...or to going to church.

Well this morning as I was watching the Smuckers portion of the show I couldn't help but wonder why/who my generation will credit to their longevity of either life or marriage??? Maybe people will credit the likes of Gandhi, Joseph Smith, luck, or maybe even themselves. But it certainly won't be God, or the bible, or the church as much as these old people right?

Does this thought make anyone else feel kinda strange (not so much sad...but strange)??

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kyle diroberts