When I was younger I had hoop dreams and thought I was guaranteed a trip to the NBA.  When I turned 7, I realized that dream was over.  I spent the next thirteen years walking the earth in search of something.  At 20, I had found nothing, but was living with a pack of wolves and smelled really bad.  I then went back to school where I graduated gradeschool with honors and got a job as a pizza delivery guy.  I spent the next 10 years delivering hot pies and during that time earned employee of the month honors twice out of 4 people.  Not too bad.  Now, after having a long discussion with myself I have found direction.  Like a sign handed to me from above, but with a choice.  Either win So You Think You Can Dance, or become the next American Idol.  My options look good.  I'm on it.