The Hour Has Landed
Thank you heartily to all those who applied. We read and thoroughly enjoyed them all. But as all decisions must one day get made, the winners have been selected. One of them has yet to respond to my congratulatory email. The other was long-lost FD contributor Forevers Burns, who returned to our lives with this spine-tingling voyage of self:
Fuck a Dialectic: Why I Need to Normalize Pathological Behavior
I can't really articulate a particular reason that a FD fantasy league would need me; I'm sure there are any number of eligible and eager prospective managers who wouldn't name their team "Gang Bang." Or would know to move Eddy Curry to the bench when he inevitably misses time to manage his obesity-induced type II diabetes. Instead, I'll try to explain why I would need the FD fantasy league.
Over the past year, I've worked on a psychiatric inpatient unit that exclusively treats adolescent females. Two years of teaching in Mississippi left me with some of the mannerisms and vocabulary of a thirteen year-old black kid and an affinity for pickles soaked in Kool-Aid. Working with intensely emotionally dysregulated white girls has resulted in the accrual of a terrifying quantity of information regarding menstrual cycles and The Gilmore Girls. I also caught myself in tears three different times during a recent viewing of Michael Jordan to the Max.
In a comment a few years ago, I expressed a kind of embarrassed self-consciousness about how much my identity was rooted in basketball, how much space my brain devoted to shit like the fact that Terry Porter went to Wisconsin-Stevens Point. The burdens of work and school seemed to have forced my priorities to shift; last year, I missed much of the playoffs studying for the May 25th MCAT. But as I find most of my cognitions devoted to the principles of Dialectical Behavioral Therapy or anxiety surrounding the possibility of getting paged to help evening staff deal with some kind of arm cutting or chair throwing incident, one message continually intrudes upon my thoughts: I fucking need Mickael Pietrus back in my life.
I've taken the first few steps to reclaiming my sense of self. Money set aside for one of my med school apps is now budgeted towards league pass. I exiled DBT for Suicidal Adolescents to my bookshelf and returned the 92-93 NBA register to its rightful place atop the toilet where it benevolently reigned for so many years. But I want to get back to thinking FD (and hopefully writing FD), and I can't think of any better way to help promote that by joining your league.