August 22nd, 2008
Kinda long story but gotta explain fo' get da "feeling" - I'll try and "jet" it along...
As I was warming up da bike last Friday ready to go home from work, I geared up and saddled da seat. (Funny, how come I can touch da ground now?) Hmmm. Balance da bike upright. (Eh! How come BOTH feet can touch da ground now?!) Take a look at da rear tire....
Flat. Sheesh kabobs! Supposed to be Feel Good Friday!
Wassap Wit Dat!
So I inspect da tire. Nothing. Roll it forward, check it out. Nothin'. Wat, some punk wen rock plug my tire? Nope. Some fricka' wen jus' let out da air? (no trust cause had my bicycle stolen last year and my bike pump stolen a few months ago). Maybe.
Wat I goin' do now? I no like call Da Wife (who went home real early cause she had some comp time) fo' come all da way back into town through traffic jus' fo bring all my tools in da truck. I wondah if I can make it to Lex Brodie's? All I need is air fo' now.
Vrrrrooooom. No can.
A couple co-workers pull by and ask if I need help or a ride.
"Nah. Can handle."
So I'm thinking thinking thinking. Oh! Lexus next door should have a portable air compressor. Walk on ovah and ask one if they get one. Da guy behind da desk nevah seem too interested. Den I hear one voice behind a wall.
"I think we have one. Eh, you're the guy that rides the red R6 right?"
"Yup. How you know?"
"I see you ride by everyday. I ride the blue R1 (pointing at his ride)."
They let me take the compressor back to the bike and as I'm pumping air into the tire, I try to find the puncture, if any, but couldn't. The salesman pops up out of nowhere and asks if I found the puncture. Nope. Then he asked if I checked for "rocks". Nevah have. Then he says, "you hear that?"
He finds a little puncture in the tread channel as air is hissing by.
Ok, jus' gotta fill up wit air and ride to da nearest Checkers to get a plug kit. No problem. As I get onto Nimitz I'm thinking, "geez, da puka stay in da channel, there's nothing slowing the air (like a nail head), I may not make it. Wat kine Feel Good Friday dis!?"
K-mart was coming up so I pull in and picked up one of the last two kits. Whew. Ok, air now. Fo' some reason, the closest one I could think of was Waiakamilo Chevron so I head there.
As I'm at da Bob's Bar-B-Que intersection I catch Firestone in da corner of my eye and notice they're still open (it's past six already - almost closing time fo' dem). Great! I'll stop there instead - plus if I need additional tools, they 'geef um.
I pull up to the side and notice a mechanic working on a car with a customer. No biggie. He finishes up and asks if I needed any help.
"Yup. I can borrow some air?" (looking at him sheepishly)
"Sure." (looking at me funny kine)
Looking at each other again as he's bringing da hose I glance down at his name tag sly li'dat,
Holy moly! I'm always ecstatic to see former players. Wat's even mo' amazing is dat I coached him about seven years ago. He's now one year out of high school, working and going to school trying to make something of himself.
As I'm plugging my tire we begin to talk. Let me jus' say dat wen I had Brandon he wasn't the "athletic" prototype. He was about 5'5 or 6", probably pushing 200lbs, not agile and looked like a teddy bear. I remembah his group cause most of them exemplified "heart". They were talented but it was their character dat moved me da most. Always willing to help each other, bus' their okole's, respectful and everything in between.
I still use their stories and experiences as examples for my players today. Let me share a quick one.
It was a playoff game and you could feel da tension from our team as they couldn't loosen up. I believe it was the third inning wen there was a high foul side pop fly towards the first base dugout. I remembah thinking it was out of play wen I see Brandon, playing first base, on his horse going for it.
I was lining up da ball and da fence (thin plastic orange ones) and it was going to be close. Next thing I know he's diving face first ovah da shoulder (THE hardest catch in ANY sport) right through da fence......... and MAKES DA CATCH!
WTF! Da whole team went wild!
They did loosen up aftah dat - we still lost - but I retell "Da Catch" every year.
Jus' as I was finishing up da tire, I was telling him how proud I was of him doing da things he's doing now - being independent, working hard professionally and striving fo' his goals in college.
He then thanks me fo' all da stories I told them and the lessons I've taught him because he's carried it through his time in high school - especially in football. He was mentioning dat da discipline and respect he's developed helped him do da things he does today.
I almost broke down right there (teary eyed as I write dis now - fo'reals).
Every season I do da Favre - contemplating whether I continue coaching or not - and while I still see many players that come back to visit every year, none touch me like da moment I had last Friday. I sincerely believed dat if I jus' could truly motivate and help one player it'd be worth it.... it was.... and then some.
So today I was thinking, wat if I nevah have one flat? Wat if I called Da Wife and waited? Wat if I caught a ride home? Wat if da salesperson nevah like help? Wat if I went to Checkers? Wat if I drove all da way up to Chevron?
I would have missed dat one moment.....
SHOUT OUT: Mahalos to Tony Thairathom at Servco Lexus used cars (right next to The Honolulu Advertiser Building) for helping me out with the air compressor!
DA PIDGIN WORD OF DA DAY! -
(as quoted from Da Kine Dictionary & Pidgin To Da Max… wit a Braddah Lance twist)
(you no can pronounce dat, something wrong)
Haole Translation: Goose bumps
Use: Wen you get da "chills", or one ghost past through you
Sentence: “Wen I kiss Da Wife, I still get chicken skin.”
Sentence: “You can see da chicken skin on Bryan Clay getting his gold.”