Senioritis

I really wanted this to be the best column I have written all semester. I wanted this column to tickle the nerves of some, make others chuckle and even have a few people write me some crude emails because they can't stand me.  However, it was a struggle just to get down those routine 44 words you read. 
             
The whole day, my mind was saturated with ideas for this column. Should I write about how baseball has become even more slow-paced? Should I write about how vital it is to have a big front court to succeed in the small man's WCC conference? Should I be like every other columnist and cop out with an article about Tiger? Maybe I should just write something to do with the 1990s, the NBA on NBC and that odd chemistry that existed between Hannah Storm and Peter Vecsey?
            
I tried to rally my emotions and get wound up about one of these ever so interesting topics my daydreaming mind thought were amazing. Yet, I had no motivation to actually sit down and write a column.
Then I had an epiphany, just as Britney Spears did when she decided to shave her head. I should write my column about the trials and tribulations I have had finding the inspiration to pen these 500 poetic words.
500 hundred words of wisdom for the 17 readers who eagerly anticipate every Thursday morning, just so they can race to a newsstand on campus and turn to page 16 of The Vista to see what I have to say. 
             
However, the real problem just arose: how do I relate this to sports? As a sports fan, I would always get angry at a player who just gave up, like Randy Moss in 2006 during his stint with my Raiders or Vince Carter in his last 20 games as a Raptor where he completely gave up and averaged 15 points per game, but then somehow was able to drop 27 a night for the Nets after he was traded. 
             
Those were the types of players that made me feel even more frustrated than trying to find a  parking spot at USD in the morning, only to lose out to that person who annoyingly lurks in their car right by the stairwell to catch someone just as they are leaving.
But today, I sympathize with the Moss's and Carter's of the athletic world, today I understand their loss of motivation. 
             
As my senior year is dwindling down and I have already made my graduate school plans for next fall, I am having trouble staying focused. I have trouble staying engaged in class and it seems I am having trouble trying to write a column.
When the season is almost over and you know you are getting traded or leaving via free agency, it's not easy to go out there to put up 27 a game. I'll settle for 15.