I remember trying not to pee a dribble in my pants as Shaq approached. He towered over us, casting a Godzilla-sized shadow on the parking lot. We were the only thing between him and the door. Shaq’s face was negate of smiles as his body guard bitched out security for letting us in. We shouldn’t be here.
I wanted to ask him questions, like why he let pop-star Aaron Carter beat him in a game of one-on-one. How many backboards has he shattered? Did he take kung fu in preparation for Shaq-Fu? I wanted to ask these things, but fear manhandled the muscles around my jaw. This was not the smiley, huggable Shaq of mainstream media. This was “Behind-the-Glory E Hollywood Story” Shaq. His giant yellow eyes peered into the bottom of my soul as my inner dialogue said over and over, “Shaq hates me.” We made him late for practice.
I died a little inside that day, leaving the Laker practice facility feeling gloom for days. I had convinced myself of ruining Shaq’s day and costing him further fines from the Laker franchise. But my 13-year-old heart would later learn to understand that my hero hadn’t let me down, he just hadn’t lived up to my expectations. There was truly a valuable lesson to be taken from this.
SET THE BAR LOW. An encounter with Shaquille O’neal had been hyped up in my mind for years. Not to mention a young mind tends to magnify the fantastical elements. The bar was simply set way too high, and that garners expectations. Expectations are usually synonymous with crappy things like stress, pressure, and let downs. People don’t go to a Bob Dylan concert expecting him to sound like he did on the old records. The show would have a greater probability of sucking. It sounds pessimistic, but it’s just realistic. People shouldn’t order the “Perfect Pushup” from an infomercial and expect to get a Fabio six-pack of abs. But they do.
From youth, we’re often told “Dream big, dream big. Follow your dreams.” While that’s said with good intentions, it’s the same stuff sold by motivational speakers exploiting mental weakness at three easy payments of $39.95.
“Dream small” is the way to go. It sounds lazy, but it’s just vigilant. Shaq didn’t shatter my dreams, I shattered my own humongous, fragile dreams. Shaq probably dreamed of walking into practice unbothered, swishing a few free throws and dunking in some fool’s face. That is a small dream, an unshatterable dream that led the man to great success.
I don’t want anyone’s dreams to be shattered for anything. DREAM SMALL. You can’t control the dreams in your sleep, but you can control the dreams when you’re awake. They’re powerful and shouldn’t be tampered with. A dream can get a naked Beyonce into your bed, but it can also put Dracula underneath it.
Dream small. Dream often.