Shohei Ohtani is the first true Japanese baseball superstar since Ichiro Suzuki, and while his dominance is admirable, it’s a little saddening
SHOHEI OHTANI- A Japanese name that’s soon to become the face of American baseball.
He’s smashed multiple records this season while dominating from the mound and the plate, achieving feats that we haven’t seen since the dead-ball era and Babe Ruth, a testament to how unprecedented his ascension has been.
The L.A. Angels phenom has been effective and reliable on the mound, boasting a 4–1 record with a solid 3.49 ERA over 67 innings of work. He’s only given up a home run 6 times this season, the same amount of times he’s plunked a batter. …
Why sometimes all we need is a little break
It’s inevitable that in certain points in our life, we’ll become burned out.
From whatever source it may be, we will become exhausted, need some rest, and that’s perfectly okay.
On July 18th, the last time I published an article, I felt drained.
It felt like I had exhausted every possible creative outlet I could milk, and there was no point in posting garbage work that would be a waste of time for the reader to even click on. For that reason, I decided to take a step back, and I’m now fully recharged and raring to go.
Taking a…
By dropping a crucial Game 5 to the Milwaukee Bucks to go down 3–2, the Suns have put themselves in a hole they may not be able to climb out of
WHO’S TO BLAME?
After dropping a decisive Game 5 at home, the Suns will have to play the rest of this series with their backs against the wall. There’s plenty of blame to go around, but regardless of who’s at fault, this is a deflating blow to the Suns championship aspirations. It was an unacceptable collapse that saw Phoenix blow a 16-point first quarter lead, and now the Suns will have to head into Milwaukee with the Bucks owning all the momentum.
Milwaukee has done an excellent job of adjusting in this series, something perhaps no one saw coming from…
A poem about objectification
We’ve seen plenty of basketball from these two teams, but the real series starts now
THE PHOENIX SUNS are still winning this series. That’s not a hot take, that’s just the objective truth.
Even if we can start to make assumptions about where this series is going with the Phoenix Suns up 2–1 on the Milwaukee Bucks, there’s still plenty of basketball left to be played, and Milwaukee’s win in Game 3 ensures that there will be another NBA Finals game played in Phoenix. …
A poem about endlessness
I want to get off.
I want to explore different rides, because we’ve already exhausted this one.
My heart spins around you in an endless circle on this merry-go-round you’ve taken us on, but it’s time to end the ride and find a new source of happiness.
My love is timeless for you, but I just can’t keep waiting for a spark that will never happen. I’m to blame for that, but there’s nothing that can be done now.
I just feel like I don’t know who you are anymore-perhaps I never knew the true you in the first place.
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A brief summary of how we got here
Thank you.
Wow.
I’ll be honest, I never thought this day would come. No, I’m not just saying that because it’s a fun cliché to say, but because it’s the honest truth.
When I first started out here on Medium, my goal was never to be build up a fanbase or do much of anything really-I just wanted to indulge in an activity, a whole new world that I hadn’t yet explored during quarantine.
It’s been quite the journey, with its fair share of ups and downs, but it feels great to stand here and tell the reader that I…
A poem about a missed opportunity
I’m ready.
I’m ready to confess to you because I’ve known you for long enough, and I’m ready to take that next step.
I’m ready to fly with you, let the sparks of our love carry us across the clouds.
I love you.
But it doesn’t matter.
You’ve already moved on, to futures that don’t involve me.
You’re happy-with someone else.
Am I sad?
No.
Disappointed?
No.
Happy?
Not quite.
I guess I’m just a little heartbroken, and I can’t do anything but smile because I don’t know how else to react.
I want both of us to be happy, but how can I be happy when my worst nightmare has unfolded in front of me?
I could never tell you now.
I’ll let it sit inside me perhaps for another day, if I ever get the chance.
I’ll be ready.
A poem about non-existent progress
When will this vicious cycle end?
I feel like the hands of a clock, doomed to forever spin in circles around you, but never holding your hand or close enough to validate what we are.
I thought we would have figured out where we stand by now, but I guess not.
I don’t even know what to say one more, because I’ve run out of words to explain us long ago.
You’re a spider who’s caught me in your web time and time again, but you only keep me in your trap long enough to make me question before letting…
A poem about old, not-so-fond memories
I remember those days with you.
Rather, those days spent chasing after you.
I don’t wish I had done anything differently because I try to not regret things in life I can’t control, but sometimes you just reflect and think Wow. That was stupid.
She’s still pretty, don’t get me wrong. I still see her every once in a while, albeit randomly. She’s not a jerk either, it’s just I don’t know how little me was so wrapped around her finger that I couldn’t think straight.
The writing was on the wall, and friends chimed in multiple times to say…
