{"id":6621,"date":"2014-11-16T09:08:22","date_gmt":"2014-11-16T15:08:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/?p=6621"},"modified":"2014-11-22T07:05:47","modified_gmt":"2014-11-22T13:05:47","slug":"just-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/2014\/11\/16\/just-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Just Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>From the time I was little, I knew I was great<br \/>\n&#8217;cause the people would tell me, &#8220;You&#8217;ll make it&#8211;just wait.&#8221;<br \/>\nBut they never did tell me how great I would be<br \/>\nif I ever played someone who was greater than me.<\/p>\n<p>When I&#8217;m in the back yard, I&#8217;m king with the ball.<br \/>\nTo swish all those baskets is no sweat at all.<br \/>\nBut all of a sudden there&#8217;s a man in my face<br \/>\nWho doesn&#8217;t seem to realize that I&#8217;m king of this place.<\/p>\n<p>So the pressure gets to me; I rush with the ball.<br \/>\nMy passes to teammates could go through the wall.<br \/>\nMy jumpers not falling, my dribbles not sure.<br \/>\nMy hand is not steady, my eye is not pure.<\/p>\n<p>The fault is my teammates&#8211;they don&#8217;t understand.<br \/>\nThe fault is my coaches&#8211;what a terrible plan.<br \/>\nThe fault is the call by the blind referee.<br \/>\nBut the fault is not mine; I&#8217;m the greatest, you see.<\/p>\n<p>Then finally it hit me when I started to see<br \/>\nthat the face in the mirror looked exactly like me.<br \/>\nIt wasn&#8217;t my teammates who were dropping the ball,<br \/>\nand it wasn&#8217;t my coach shooting bricks at the wall.<\/p>\n<p>That face in the mirror that was always so great<br \/>\nhad some room for improvement instead of just hate.<br \/>\nSo I stopped blaming others and I started to grow.<br \/>\nMy play got much better and it started to show.<\/p>\n<p>And all of my teammates didn&#8217;t seem quite so bad.<br \/>\nI learned to depend on the good friends I had.<br \/>\nNow I like myself better since I started to see<br \/>\nthat I was lousy being great&#8211;I&#8217;m much better being me.<\/p>\n<p><em>Author:\u00a0 Tom Krause<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the time I was little, I knew I was great &#8217;cause the people would tell me, &#8220;You&#8217;ll make it&#8211;just wait.&#8221; But they never did tell me how great I would be if I ever played someone who was greater&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6622,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6621"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6621"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6621\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6623,"href":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6621\/revisions\/6623"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6622"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6621"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6621"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/scrappinstuff.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6621"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}