Yesterday I was at a stop light ready to turn right on red when I saw pedestrians. You know how they stand on the edge of the curb practically leaning into the street and you don't know if they see you or not? So I waited. And the car behind me began to tap his horn. I hate that. So me being the king of "Petty Behavior" decided I wasn't going to turn after all. I'm gonna let this "guy" behind me honk in frustration, which he did.
Finally, he turns right with me as the light turns green and whips onto my left to look at me. That's the second thing I hate, drivers who make everything personal. So he shook his head in disdain, maligning and berating me with looks that kill. But yo, did I mention already how petty I am? We arrived in tandem to the next stoplight and I looked at him. I thought that's what he wanted right? So I rolled my window down and asked him if he had something he'd like to say. He didn't. Now there were two people in my car taller than 6'5" and black. He was one person, smaller in stature who nearly hit a pedestrian as he made his ensuing left turn.
Little things always have implications don't they. I watched the Los Angeles "On-a-roll" Clippers play the second game of a back-to-back in Utah after destroying Boston the night before. It's been said that the possibility of failure is greatest after the elation of victory. But if small things and seemingly insignificant reactions are a sign of poise and professional pedigree, Chris Paul and the gang are the epitome and I am a budding novice. The Clippers overcame a 19-point deficit in the thin air of Utah one night after a nice comfortable home win. I on the other hand responded like a child because someone tried to dictate my actions with his car horn. I am the driver I hate. 6ixth Man = Wisdom? Last night I sat my wisdom on the bench but there will be another game soon enough. Ain't no shame in a rematch with pride. Time to start a streak of humility.
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