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Tracy is scared about what the 08-09 season has in store

Dear Diary,

I’m scared - yeah real scared. I’ve been so healthy for so long (months now) and now it’s only three weeks away. The season. Every year it hangs over me like a spectre; ruining my summer. Just when I think I’m out, it pulls me back in.

I know we’ve got Ron to help out. I know Yao is back to health and we’ve got a great bench. But I don’t think my bones can take it - I just don’t think they’ve got it in them to do what I want, what I need, what I crave.

I want to get to the hole. I WANT to dominate the game. I want to do all the things I do on NBA2k9. I want to do all the things i’ll do for the next 2 months and get major props for. Something always goes wrong, breaks, spurs, tweaks, snaps or twinges… and I just can’t take it any more.

Maybe I should get out? Get out now and save myself the heartache of another 51 games at the office. Save myself the playoff previews, the highlights of former years, the comparisons of my games played vs games missed over the past 5 seasons.

What if I become a carpenter? I guess I’d just break my hand with a hammer and not be able to do my job again. I could be an office worker? But RSI is a MAJOR issue, and all of that sitting would definitely hurt my back.

I suppose I could try cleaning cars - I’d be afraid of the detergent though. Your hands always go wrinkled, which makes it impossible to do most anything - you can’t write, type, nothing - it’s bad when you use detergent, I stick to soap.

Anyway, I’ll give it one more try. I’ve got to at least do it once more, try and get out of the first round, try and stay healthy, try and get.it.to.gether.

Yours,

Tracy

Posted by: James