brandon's journal

Baseball was HUGE for Brandon growing up. Unfortunately so was getting hit by a pitch.

What would you do if you had a day by yourself? 13-year-old Brandon has some serious plans. The sad thing is, current day Brandon's plans wouldn't change much.

For not really having a plan for the future, 13-year-old Brandon came pretty close to what ended up happening in my life by moving to Florida.

From banning alcohol to band practice to licking pizzas so no one else can have it. Step on into the mind of 12-year-old Brandon.

Moving on rather quickly from the death of his uncle, 12-year-old Brandon is all about baseball and relay races in PE.

This is the big one. Brandon's uncle dies by the bottle.

Playground basketball during lunch, to a school presentation, to new baseball uniforms. It was a busy day for 12-year-old Brandon.

An apocalyptic prophecy and favorite basketball team confusion in this entry from 12-year-old Brandon.

Ever have a splinter under your finger nail so far it went into your joint? 12-year-old Brandon did, and it sucked.

The Fab 5 Freshman lose to North Carolina in the National Championship, and 12-year-old Brandon is the only one in school rooting for the Tar Heels.

I'm from Portland but am a fan of the Minnesota Twins. Why? This entry sheds some light on the reason why.

An earthquake hits Portland, and 12-year-old Brandon gets the Internet. The INTERNET, for the first time.