When the hot girl walks in the door. One guy has a shot… another guy doesn't.
Mr. confident has a little something going on with him. He can let loose. Be funny. Be charming. He knows what he's got to offer… and he carries himself with that look that exudes comfort without crossing into cockiness.
Mr. hopeful might have something to offer, but he's not quite as relaxed. He thinks he might have a shot, but he's nervous about the whole thing. He says something that he thinks is funny, but then he beats himself inside over it. Maybe he can pulls this off and land the hot girl… but it doesn't feel like he's got a great chance.
And that's where I am when it comes to the Boston Celtics.
I'm no longer confident. I no longer walk around, even when things seem to be low, with that "don't worry, I got it all under control" feeling.
I'm hopeful that we can win. I look at this team and still see that we have a chance to do it. But now I'm nervous about the whole thing. I no longer think the C's can just snap things into place and go on a run. I just hope they do.
When you lose 3 straight home games to the Thunder, Spurs, and Rockets… all decent teams but still very beatable… your confidence takes a vacation. The Celtics struggles in their own home court are dumbfounding. It makes zero sense. So do the mental lapses and lack of effort. I can't explain it. And I'm sick of hearing the same crap spewed from these guy's mouths. I feel like I'm in the Celtics version of Groundhog Day.
So here I sit… knots in my stomach, a confused look on my face, and a fuse shorter than Nate Robinson. The emotions that were held in check by my confidence are now starting to seep through the cracks in the facade.
Confidence gets you far in life. You know that what ever you say or do… you can back it up. Nothing backs up hope. Hope is just a bitch.