Folks, I’m just… I’m gonna need a moment here…
*lights a few candles*
*locks the door*
When I was growing up in Latvia, my older brothers, Janis and Martins, had a nickname for me.
It wasn’t Porzee.
It wasn’t KP.
It was pastarītis.
Pastarītis is an old Latvian slang term meaning “youngest child in the family,” but the way my brothers used it, it meant aloof. They would say it all the time.
When I’d mess up or something, they’d yell, “Yo, pastarītis!”
I’d be like, “No, I’m not pastarītis!” I guess they would call me that because on the court, I would live in the moment — I’m just playing basketball. I’m not thinking about much else. I’m not really overthinking every outcome and every scenario. To my brothers, maybe, it would appear that I wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on around me. In tough situations, maybe a normal kid would be like Man, I don’t know if I can do this. I was like, F*** it. I’m going to do it.
I keep things simple.
P.S. I’m going by Pastaritis and Pastaritis only from here on out.