Not Wade or Shaq, but Jason Williams deserves a spotlight.

When a flame burns its brightest… When the intensity is at its peak… That’s White Hot!

• I was volunteering for an Easter event that was also being held that day in the college campus. Jon left to go back to the auditorium's lobby, in the other side of the campus where the ceremony was going to be held.
• I was not absolutely sure if he was gay (or bi). Even though he peeked at me a few moments before in a sense that gave me the impression he "digged" guys. All that, though, gave no proof of his sexuality.
• When I finished volunteering, I raced to the nearest bathroom to make sure I was visually stunning [I was :) ]. I went to the building where the campus auditorium was, trying not to sweat, but the door was locked. I knocked on the door... Guess who opened? Yes, JON! Bad news was, his parent came along to support him in this special ceremony. Bummer! I did not know if he was "into" guys and I figured if he was, that his parents would not know.

• For me, this Easter reminded me of the weekend I had the same time two years ago. It was a very religious holiday, because, like in 2004 I went to church. I won't get into details right now, I'll reserve that for later on this week, but it was a moving experience. But there was a certain act I did that I would love to share with you, and my reasoning behind the move.
• Before the bunny holiday, I had an encounter of which I did not expect to happen so soon. I wish to report that it was a perfect hook up, but the reality is that I never materialized "a future" with the guy I briefly met and sought out, Friday night. Darn, I never knew meeting people [potential guy-friends] was going to be so obvious but be so difficult at the same time. Because I met the guy, Jon, in a college-related activity that encouraged parental involvement, his parents was present... I'll get into that a bit later.

1. My first kiss came when I was really, really young. 10 years old? Nope. 7 years? [Loud Buzzer] Try Again. If you guessed 6 years old, pat yourself in the back. I'll blurt out this fact; it was not with a boy. The embarrasing part of the confession is that it was with a girl that I was losely related with the female. It was a cousin seperated by 3 generations, we did not share the slightest of last names, but it is kind of awkward.
2. I have visited, traveled through, laid my foot on and/or lived in the following places: New York, Washinton, D.C., Florida, Puerto Rico, Virginia (to get to D.C.), Arizona (just the Sky Harbor Airport for a connecting flight to Las Vegas), and Nevada. If I mentioned this before, consider it a reminder of my defiency for traveling. I love the subject of traveling, but I have not been too familiar of the world outside of Florida and Puerto Rico.
3. I was teased by my friend, JD, back in middle school because I had certain mannerisms that were not considered masculine. I remember that he would always poke fun at me, I considered it offensive because it would be nonstop, but besides that negative aspect of him, he was always a good friend. He stopped teasing me, with some exceptions, after the seventh grade. When I moved back to Miami, after spending a year in Puerto Rico, and after high school started he stopped completely because I had an altercation with him about the teasing. In case you did not get the abstract lead-in's, the jokes were mostly geared towards the fact that I "acted gay", and I never started exploring my sexuality until after. The teasing did nothing to influence my decision... The next revelation is tied to this one, are you ready for this?
4. I found out through MySpace that my friend, JD, came out of the closet and is Gay. Nothing wrong with that, if you ask me, but what is astonishing is that JD was a "closet case". I assume that he repressed his sexuality and teased me because I "acted gay". In reality he was also questioning his sexuality. I have not mentioned the "teasing" episodes to him and he does not know that I am questioning my sexuality. Once I find that he is trustworthy and I come out to him, I will ask him the question... This is a real case of "As the world turns".

In the bottom of the ninth inning Tuesday -- it is the bottom of the ninth for this franchise now -- a small band of very young voices chanted ''Let's go Mar-lins!'' even with the game hopelessly lost. It almost made you cry. How do you explain to a 6-year-old under a too-big ballcap about the economics and politics that are strangling the team he loves? How do you tell the smallest fans that their Marlins might disappear and become the faint childhood memory they'll try to recall?

You will never find a guy if you expect him to come in your front door. Unless he is a very-sexy-single FedEx delivery man, you have to go and look around.