Ah, it's been a while.
Luke Nation don't fear. I'm alive and well.
Christmas was good. Went to Denver, saw the family, got some presents and went to a musical. I know you're all saying "Musical? What a fag."
Well I enjoyed the "Jersey Boys." It was about Franki Valli and the Four Seasons ("You're just too good to be true, I can't take my eyes off of you"). SO that was fun. I think my goal is to go to another Broadway style play in the next six months. We're always reshaping and refining stuff. A little culture can't hurt.
What else. It's New Year's Eve and I'm not huge on resolutions or anything like that. But looking back it's been an interesting and trying year. One of huge embarrassing failures, mighty triumphs, heartbreak, success and one that's leading its way to possible redemption.
The weird year closed out with talking to a good friend I hadn't talked with in months, receiving a note from an unlikely source, got advice from complete strangers, gave advice to an old friends and realized a lot about myself.
As much as certain portions of the year were great (February-August) and as much as certain portions sucked (September-November) I learned quite a bit this year. It wasn't always fun, but I think this was a year where I learned a lot about myself. I learned a lot about life. I by no means an expert, but I think I have a better understanding of who I am, what I want and who I want in my life.
Other things to note of on this fine New Year's Eve:
Got an informal job offer a couple days ago. The position wouldn't be open for at least four months, but it's an option in a field that is very intriguing. Not sure I'd take the job or if I'd be willing to go where it's at, but it's certainly an option. It's exciting though.
Things are finally falling into place. Turns out my life philosophy of being good to people (how I got the job offer), trying to make the right decisions and trying to be a good person is working. It's nice when that happens.
Blockbuster sucks donkey scrotum. They are 0-3 on Luke instant classics. First the didn't have Uncle Buck. Then they don't have What About Bob. Finally they were missing The Deer Hunter. I'm done with that crap store. Really I am. On the plus side The Deer Hunter just arrived in the mail and I'm going to watch the shit out of it.
Not a whole lot else new in my realm. Taking things pretty easy. Besides a trip to Vegas at the end of February for a bachelor party I don't have a lot planned.
Hope the New Year treats everyone well. Or at least national hangover day isn't too bad.
Penn State over USC
Texas absolutely murders Ohio State
Oklahoma puts 60 up on Florida. Screw the SEC
Luke out.
HEF of the Week
At brunch with my family on Christmas. The waiter — a beady eyed, pimply faced senior in high school — asks if I want more coffee. I said yes, the gent pours me a cup then asks "Would your wife like some too." He thought my mother was my wife. My brother, my mother and my father continued to bust my chops the whole day about it. Essentially Christmas wasn't as much about giving as it was cracking my eggs for 15 fucking hours. Nice. Nice. Gneiss.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Uproariously cockblocked and pussied out a few times
Interesting things for interesting people.
Just back from vacation. Vacations always serve a purpose, but getting back sucks. Vacation was sweet.
Wednesday and Thursday hung out with my buddy Ty and his old lady. Ty's the shit. He's a good guy that has a pretty good head on him most of the time. Plus he's a blast to hang out with. We met my other friend Alexis on Wednesday and went out to a couple bars. Both had live music and I love the shit out of live music. Wednesday was a blast as Alexis and Ty are both good people to hang out with. Luckily we didn't drink too much or else absolute craziness may have ensued.
Flew out to San Diego on Friday. That day, we pretty much hung out before my buddy Dave came down from San Clemente. We had dinner and drinks down by the beach, before heading back to my other buddies place.
Dave's doing good. Sounds like the job is perfect for him and as expected he's surfing his tits off. Sounds like his office is the shit and how could it not be when it contains magazines about Moutain Biking, kayaking, skiing and surfing. Broha to the max bro.
Saturday played some golf in December (that's so sweet to say). Went to the sickest piano bar of my life on Saturday night. Got real looped up and had a freaking blast. Sunday we had a little breakfast, watched some football and took it easy. Monday I was back. It was nice stepping out of the airport to - 10 degree weather. Ah Colorado.
Didn't get to meet Kev's new lady friend, but I'm sure there will time for that when I'm making a complete ass of myself at their wedding that Kev informed me I'm not invited to. Asshole. Of course he was just busting chops, but that was probably the best part of being back there was just seeing my buddies and busting the shit out of each others chops. Probably the thing I miss the most.
Anyway. It sucked getting back and going to work, but what the hell.
A lot of things have been on my mind lately and vacation helped to clear those things up. Essentially a lot of the questions I had before vacation weren't totally cleared up but I have a better gauge of things.
I've made myself a few promises and set a few goals for the next few months. That should be good.
One of the biggest things I discovered was that I beat myself up too much for things I can't control. That I'm more mad at myself for caring about things I really shouldn't care about. Hell it's a work in progress and I'm a work in progress.
On the work front, i think it's becoming time to think/decide whether it's best to get out of the newspaper business. Newspapers are getting killed slowly. They're like prisoners of their own captures. Essentially it breaks down like this. Jobs are being lost across the country. Profits are down, advertising is down and papers are having to make tough decisions. The Rocky Mountain News is for sale with the real potential they'll be out of business by February. The Tribune Company filed for bankruptcy. The Detroit papers are only delivering a couple days a week.
It's gross. But there will always be a need for journalists on some scale, no matter what it is. It's at the point where I'm still young enough to look at other opportunities. But I actually don't mind what I do and could see myself doing it for a long time.
It's just a matter of deciding what I want to do. That's a big thing to decide, but we'll see what happens.
I have some things in the works, so we'll see what happens. Hopefully one of the many things and people I've talked to out there come through.
Besides I'm already big time. Two things I've wanted since I started have both happened. One was seeing my articles in a sports bars bathroom above the urinals. Not sure why, but I feel like this cemented it for me. Plus I just got invited to talk to a bunch of high school students about journalism and sports journalism in January. Nothing like Dubby out there shaping and distorting the minds of tomorrow.
Sports:
I don't know what to think about the Bills anymore. Dick "I sit when I pee" Jauron just signed a 3-year extension. Not bad for a guy that in nine NFL seasons as a head man has one winning season.
How bout them Yankees. As I explained to Kev earlier it's like this. Baseball needs to do something quick. Baseball is like a bunch of guys going to get hookers. The one guy has a ton of money (Yankees) gets the best looking hookers and makes everybody mad. Except for a few of the other guys (Red Sox, Dodgers, Angels, Mets) most everybody else (Rockies, Rays, Twins, Marlins) get stuck with bottom barrel hookers. Every once in a while the bottom barrel guys gets a hooker that's an absolute freak, but that freak then cleans herself up gets a new dress and the Yankees guy buys her. In the Rays case, they stayed away from the hookers, married their high school sweetheart and made it to the world series. Unfortunatley that high school sweetheart will soon turn into a Yankees hooker.
I hope that makes sense.
HEF of the Week
Met a nice girl at the airport on Monday. She was a stone cold fox. She was from Germany and studying in Denver. Anyway we get to talking and I realize she's super, super hot. Well we're going to the same parking lot. I dig her style and everything. We're on the bus to the parking lot, bullshitting about stuff, when I notice where here tights and boots seperate lie the hairiest legs I've ever seen. Just beast like. I wasn't sure how to take it. I mean judging from her legs, her back could have been hairy. Nevertheless, she was totally sweet and I may hit her up next time I'm in town.
Until then, Pimps up.
Just back from vacation. Vacations always serve a purpose, but getting back sucks. Vacation was sweet.
Wednesday and Thursday hung out with my buddy Ty and his old lady. Ty's the shit. He's a good guy that has a pretty good head on him most of the time. Plus he's a blast to hang out with. We met my other friend Alexis on Wednesday and went out to a couple bars. Both had live music and I love the shit out of live music. Wednesday was a blast as Alexis and Ty are both good people to hang out with. Luckily we didn't drink too much or else absolute craziness may have ensued.
Flew out to San Diego on Friday. That day, we pretty much hung out before my buddy Dave came down from San Clemente. We had dinner and drinks down by the beach, before heading back to my other buddies place.
Dave's doing good. Sounds like the job is perfect for him and as expected he's surfing his tits off. Sounds like his office is the shit and how could it not be when it contains magazines about Moutain Biking, kayaking, skiing and surfing. Broha to the max bro.
Saturday played some golf in December (that's so sweet to say). Went to the sickest piano bar of my life on Saturday night. Got real looped up and had a freaking blast. Sunday we had a little breakfast, watched some football and took it easy. Monday I was back. It was nice stepping out of the airport to - 10 degree weather. Ah Colorado.
Didn't get to meet Kev's new lady friend, but I'm sure there will time for that when I'm making a complete ass of myself at their wedding that Kev informed me I'm not invited to. Asshole. Of course he was just busting chops, but that was probably the best part of being back there was just seeing my buddies and busting the shit out of each others chops. Probably the thing I miss the most.
Anyway. It sucked getting back and going to work, but what the hell.
A lot of things have been on my mind lately and vacation helped to clear those things up. Essentially a lot of the questions I had before vacation weren't totally cleared up but I have a better gauge of things.
I've made myself a few promises and set a few goals for the next few months. That should be good.
One of the biggest things I discovered was that I beat myself up too much for things I can't control. That I'm more mad at myself for caring about things I really shouldn't care about. Hell it's a work in progress and I'm a work in progress.
On the work front, i think it's becoming time to think/decide whether it's best to get out of the newspaper business. Newspapers are getting killed slowly. They're like prisoners of their own captures. Essentially it breaks down like this. Jobs are being lost across the country. Profits are down, advertising is down and papers are having to make tough decisions. The Rocky Mountain News is for sale with the real potential they'll be out of business by February. The Tribune Company filed for bankruptcy. The Detroit papers are only delivering a couple days a week.
It's gross. But there will always be a need for journalists on some scale, no matter what it is. It's at the point where I'm still young enough to look at other opportunities. But I actually don't mind what I do and could see myself doing it for a long time.
It's just a matter of deciding what I want to do. That's a big thing to decide, but we'll see what happens.
I have some things in the works, so we'll see what happens. Hopefully one of the many things and people I've talked to out there come through.
Besides I'm already big time. Two things I've wanted since I started have both happened. One was seeing my articles in a sports bars bathroom above the urinals. Not sure why, but I feel like this cemented it for me. Plus I just got invited to talk to a bunch of high school students about journalism and sports journalism in January. Nothing like Dubby out there shaping and distorting the minds of tomorrow.
Sports:
I don't know what to think about the Bills anymore. Dick "I sit when I pee" Jauron just signed a 3-year extension. Not bad for a guy that in nine NFL seasons as a head man has one winning season.
How bout them Yankees. As I explained to Kev earlier it's like this. Baseball needs to do something quick. Baseball is like a bunch of guys going to get hookers. The one guy has a ton of money (Yankees) gets the best looking hookers and makes everybody mad. Except for a few of the other guys (Red Sox, Dodgers, Angels, Mets) most everybody else (Rockies, Rays, Twins, Marlins) get stuck with bottom barrel hookers. Every once in a while the bottom barrel guys gets a hooker that's an absolute freak, but that freak then cleans herself up gets a new dress and the Yankees guy buys her. In the Rays case, they stayed away from the hookers, married their high school sweetheart and made it to the world series. Unfortunatley that high school sweetheart will soon turn into a Yankees hooker.
I hope that makes sense.
HEF of the Week
Met a nice girl at the airport on Monday. She was a stone cold fox. She was from Germany and studying in Denver. Anyway we get to talking and I realize she's super, super hot. Well we're going to the same parking lot. I dig her style and everything. We're on the bus to the parking lot, bullshitting about stuff, when I notice where here tights and boots seperate lie the hairiest legs I've ever seen. Just beast like. I wasn't sure how to take it. I mean judging from her legs, her back could have been hairy. Nevertheless, she was totally sweet and I may hit her up next time I'm in town.
Until then, Pimps up.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Bad decisions, Santa and a bottle of whiskey
I started writing last night and this sounded pretty down.
I’m not going to lie, the spirits are currently low. I guess I am trying to figure out why I continue to make bad decisions and affect people around me.
I’ve always considered myself a good guy that tries to do the right thing and be good to people. Some of my recent actions probably haven’t followed that.
I suppose it sort of comes down to a couple of things. The first being that I continue to wonder if I am actually a good guy, but just make bad decisions. Or if that’s a false pretense. The other is I’ve always thought I’m a strong person. But I’ve let a lot of stuff really get to me lately. It’s stuff that I’d usually just let slide by. But for some reason I keep holding onto things, things I can’t change or that shouldn’t affect me.
Plus I wonder why I continue to care about things. Maybe it's just my nature. I care so much about things and people I just want things to be right. But let's be honest, things aren't always right.
I decided this morning that I am a good guy and that I will continue to try to do the right thing and continue to be good to people. When I'm surveying things, I've ran into multiple people in the last year — some new acquaintances and some long standing — that I for the most part have been good to. In the end, these people have done some shitty things to me.
But I continue to care about them, despite being hurt by one or more of their actions.
Looking back, I may have had one long standing friendship end because of this. That hurts.
I'm going to take all the personal accountability with this. In other words, I'm finding why it's my fault and I'm changing that. Even if it doesn't do anything to repair relationships. I'm more worried about myself anyway.
I read something interesting the other day.
It went along the lines of 95 % of failure accompanies an excuse. I'm done making excuses. Sure, people haven't necessarily treated me well — no one can expect people to always treat them well — but part of it has to rest with me.
I guess the big question I've been pondering is “what in the hell am I doing and what in god’s name is wrong with me?”
I really haven’t felt like this since I had a little slip up my freshman year that landed me in the sin bin. I reavaluted things, but at that time I was 19 and expected to make mistakes. After evaluating things, I've realized I'm not a bad person at all. In fact I have a lot of thing going for me.
One thing I've truly believed in is if you're good to people and continue to be good to people, then things eventually work out. So no matter what happens, I think I'll stick to it.
If that doesn't work, I guess I could just become a huge dick and be mean. So that could be the backup plan.
Anyway the holiday party was a HEF. Many, many Hef’s encapsulated into a wild and crazy night.
I’ll keep it short.
Me and the roomey’s rented costumes. I was Santa, Gee was an Elf and Stensland was a reindeer. Everyone else at the party was dressed in real nice clothes. So Spenny and I did a power hour before the party. Real bad idea. Power hour never leads to anything good.
Get to the party, I get real, real looped. Tell a joke that offends the whole party, rock out.
Go to the bar, have a couple of conversations that didn’t need to be had. Think I told a girl I know that I really like her, to no response.
Go home, then go to my friends place for some hot tubbing. Don’t make the hot tub. Have the awkward conversation for the umpteenth time with Ms. B. I was so drunk I don’t remember what was said for the umpteenth time. Then walk five miles home at 4 a.m. The conversation seems to never go anywhere, so I’m hoping to not have it again. But again, I continue to make bad decisions.
Monday was a waste of a day. Tuesday at work, everyone was looking at me weird. Like I offended everyone. I was still really hungover on Tuesday. Which was nice, since I hosted the morning show and covered stuff all day. This means I was at work at 6:30 a.m. and didn’t finish until 10:30 p.m. 16 hour day.
At work I just felt horrible all day. Physically, mentally and emotionally. I was actually depressed all day. Then find out one of my good buddies from work is leaving at the end of this month. It’s a great opportunity for him, but that’s one more of my people leaving me.
But now that that's over, it's vacation time the PB Boys. It should be good to help put things in perspective. Plus I need to get out of Steamboat for more than one reason right now. I think it will be good. In fact I know it will.
HEF of the Week
I said I told a joke that offended the whole place. Well here it is. Mind you I'm at a Christmas party dressed as Santa.
"What did Jesus say when he was on top of the cross?" "Hell of a view from up here."
The place went silent. Dead silent besides one guy.
You stay Classy Graham.
I’m not going to lie, the spirits are currently low. I guess I am trying to figure out why I continue to make bad decisions and affect people around me.
I’ve always considered myself a good guy that tries to do the right thing and be good to people. Some of my recent actions probably haven’t followed that.
I suppose it sort of comes down to a couple of things. The first being that I continue to wonder if I am actually a good guy, but just make bad decisions. Or if that’s a false pretense. The other is I’ve always thought I’m a strong person. But I’ve let a lot of stuff really get to me lately. It’s stuff that I’d usually just let slide by. But for some reason I keep holding onto things, things I can’t change or that shouldn’t affect me.
Plus I wonder why I continue to care about things. Maybe it's just my nature. I care so much about things and people I just want things to be right. But let's be honest, things aren't always right.
I decided this morning that I am a good guy and that I will continue to try to do the right thing and continue to be good to people. When I'm surveying things, I've ran into multiple people in the last year — some new acquaintances and some long standing — that I for the most part have been good to. In the end, these people have done some shitty things to me.
But I continue to care about them, despite being hurt by one or more of their actions.
Looking back, I may have had one long standing friendship end because of this. That hurts.
I'm going to take all the personal accountability with this. In other words, I'm finding why it's my fault and I'm changing that. Even if it doesn't do anything to repair relationships. I'm more worried about myself anyway.
I read something interesting the other day.
It went along the lines of 95 % of failure accompanies an excuse. I'm done making excuses. Sure, people haven't necessarily treated me well — no one can expect people to always treat them well — but part of it has to rest with me.
I guess the big question I've been pondering is “what in the hell am I doing and what in god’s name is wrong with me?”
I really haven’t felt like this since I had a little slip up my freshman year that landed me in the sin bin. I reavaluted things, but at that time I was 19 and expected to make mistakes. After evaluating things, I've realized I'm not a bad person at all. In fact I have a lot of thing going for me.
One thing I've truly believed in is if you're good to people and continue to be good to people, then things eventually work out. So no matter what happens, I think I'll stick to it.
If that doesn't work, I guess I could just become a huge dick and be mean. So that could be the backup plan.
Anyway the holiday party was a HEF. Many, many Hef’s encapsulated into a wild and crazy night.
I’ll keep it short.
Me and the roomey’s rented costumes. I was Santa, Gee was an Elf and Stensland was a reindeer. Everyone else at the party was dressed in real nice clothes. So Spenny and I did a power hour before the party. Real bad idea. Power hour never leads to anything good.
Get to the party, I get real, real looped. Tell a joke that offends the whole party, rock out.
Go to the bar, have a couple of conversations that didn’t need to be had. Think I told a girl I know that I really like her, to no response.
Go home, then go to my friends place for some hot tubbing. Don’t make the hot tub. Have the awkward conversation for the umpteenth time with Ms. B. I was so drunk I don’t remember what was said for the umpteenth time. Then walk five miles home at 4 a.m. The conversation seems to never go anywhere, so I’m hoping to not have it again. But again, I continue to make bad decisions.
Monday was a waste of a day. Tuesday at work, everyone was looking at me weird. Like I offended everyone. I was still really hungover on Tuesday. Which was nice, since I hosted the morning show and covered stuff all day. This means I was at work at 6:30 a.m. and didn’t finish until 10:30 p.m. 16 hour day.
At work I just felt horrible all day. Physically, mentally and emotionally. I was actually depressed all day. Then find out one of my good buddies from work is leaving at the end of this month. It’s a great opportunity for him, but that’s one more of my people leaving me.
But now that that's over, it's vacation time the PB Boys. It should be good to help put things in perspective. Plus I need to get out of Steamboat for more than one reason right now. I think it will be good. In fact I know it will.
HEF of the Week
I said I told a joke that offended the whole place. Well here it is. Mind you I'm at a Christmas party dressed as Santa.
"What did Jesus say when he was on top of the cross?" "Hell of a view from up here."
The place went silent. Dead silent besides one guy.
You stay Classy Graham.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
The drop step
Oh the fantastic thing known as winter sports. It's probably the most busy season of the year for me at work. It really hit me at the beginning of this week when I finally gazed at a schedule. Ugh. It's going to be a long, long, long winter at work. If judging by past few seasons is any indication, I'll be doing a whole hell of a lot of work. This will lead to a good deal of stress and make me want to break something by early February.
Luckily in February I should have an epic weekend in Vegas for a buddy's bachelor party. Luke and Vegas are dangerous things. I get into Nevada and turn into a different person. I don't know what it is, but Vegas brings out the inner beast. This bachelor party should amp that up a little. This means I could die, end up in jail or gain employment with the Mexicans flipping the naked girl cards up and down the strip. Plus this will be my first trip back to Vegas since they closed my beloved Klondike Casino. For reference it's the one in Vegas Vacation where Cousin Eddy and Clark go to play "Pick a number between 1 and 10." They didn't actually play those games there but they did have $1 blackjack, 10 cent roullette, $2 prime rib and waitresses that would bring you another beer as soon as the last drop from the previous one hit your lips.
Needless to say, I was thrown out of the Klondike not once but twice on my last visit. I also had a hooker steal my chips and may have shared a beer with the herpes faced monster. Like I said, Luke and Vegas don't go together so well.
Work has been weird the last couple of weeks and frankly I'm set for a break. A lot of things have contributed to it, but thinking about it frustrates me and I'm pretty much over being frustrated. I have a vacation planned for the end of the week. I'm heading back out to San Diego on Friday. It's a ticket I booked like six months ago and couldn't change or cancel. Not a big deal to me. I am going to hopefully talk to a few places of employment I've seeked out. Plus I'll probably rock out at least twice, play golf and see a couple of good buddies.
That's one thing I really miss is my good buddies. It seems like I don't have that many in Colorado now and that everyone is so spread out. I have one good buddy still in Colorado, but that's a long story. Needless to say we don't talk much anymore and I'm not sure why.
It's been pretty low key in the SBT for the big Luke Bowskie. I get my skis Sunday. Monday I'll get some new boots and be ready for Tuesday. Trying to get a group together to rock out on Wednesday night in Denver but we'll see how that goes. Could get interesting. Real interesting.
The weekend was pretty laid back in terms of utter rocking. The week was fairly stressful for a plethora of reasons.
Either way I've got the holiday party tomorrow which will be OK I guess. I've got a ton of shit to take care of before I leave so it I'll continue to get busy.
Sports:
The Bills play in Toronto Sunday and it's a reality slap in the face. When the current owner dies, it's probable the Bills will move to Toronto or somewhere else. Good old Jim Kelly is trying to put together a group to buy the Bills. I'm not even going to say what I'll do if the Bills move. I thought about it the other day for a while and came to the conclusion that would be it for me and the NFL. Maybe even sports. I don't even want to think about it.
HEF Of the Week
Friday was a doozy. Alarm goes off, I get up stub the shit out of my toe, wheel around in pain, nearly fall over before catching myself with my face on my closet door. So I grab my work computer start to head upstairs when I trip on my roommates shoes. The computer goes flying through the air. It was NFL Films replay style slow motion. Unfortunatley the soundtrack in my head wasn't as good. Anyway the computer is spinning around like a freaking boomerang before crashing on the tile. I sit there for a second pick it up and the back left side is bashed in. After some slight modifications to get it to charge it's fine. At least for now. Unfortunatley it doesn't close real well and I can see inside it. This will be a fun one to explain when it starts on fire all abrupt and shit.
Until next time. When it rains it pours. But after it pours it always shines (i'm a fucking poet baby).
Pimps up
Luckily in February I should have an epic weekend in Vegas for a buddy's bachelor party. Luke and Vegas are dangerous things. I get into Nevada and turn into a different person. I don't know what it is, but Vegas brings out the inner beast. This bachelor party should amp that up a little. This means I could die, end up in jail or gain employment with the Mexicans flipping the naked girl cards up and down the strip. Plus this will be my first trip back to Vegas since they closed my beloved Klondike Casino. For reference it's the one in Vegas Vacation where Cousin Eddy and Clark go to play "Pick a number between 1 and 10." They didn't actually play those games there but they did have $1 blackjack, 10 cent roullette, $2 prime rib and waitresses that would bring you another beer as soon as the last drop from the previous one hit your lips.
Needless to say, I was thrown out of the Klondike not once but twice on my last visit. I also had a hooker steal my chips and may have shared a beer with the herpes faced monster. Like I said, Luke and Vegas don't go together so well.
Work has been weird the last couple of weeks and frankly I'm set for a break. A lot of things have contributed to it, but thinking about it frustrates me and I'm pretty much over being frustrated. I have a vacation planned for the end of the week. I'm heading back out to San Diego on Friday. It's a ticket I booked like six months ago and couldn't change or cancel. Not a big deal to me. I am going to hopefully talk to a few places of employment I've seeked out. Plus I'll probably rock out at least twice, play golf and see a couple of good buddies.
That's one thing I really miss is my good buddies. It seems like I don't have that many in Colorado now and that everyone is so spread out. I have one good buddy still in Colorado, but that's a long story. Needless to say we don't talk much anymore and I'm not sure why.
It's been pretty low key in the SBT for the big Luke Bowskie. I get my skis Sunday. Monday I'll get some new boots and be ready for Tuesday. Trying to get a group together to rock out on Wednesday night in Denver but we'll see how that goes. Could get interesting. Real interesting.
The weekend was pretty laid back in terms of utter rocking. The week was fairly stressful for a plethora of reasons.
Either way I've got the holiday party tomorrow which will be OK I guess. I've got a ton of shit to take care of before I leave so it I'll continue to get busy.
Sports:
The Bills play in Toronto Sunday and it's a reality slap in the face. When the current owner dies, it's probable the Bills will move to Toronto or somewhere else. Good old Jim Kelly is trying to put together a group to buy the Bills. I'm not even going to say what I'll do if the Bills move. I thought about it the other day for a while and came to the conclusion that would be it for me and the NFL. Maybe even sports. I don't even want to think about it.
HEF Of the Week
Friday was a doozy. Alarm goes off, I get up stub the shit out of my toe, wheel around in pain, nearly fall over before catching myself with my face on my closet door. So I grab my work computer start to head upstairs when I trip on my roommates shoes. The computer goes flying through the air. It was NFL Films replay style slow motion. Unfortunatley the soundtrack in my head wasn't as good. Anyway the computer is spinning around like a freaking boomerang before crashing on the tile. I sit there for a second pick it up and the back left side is bashed in. After some slight modifications to get it to charge it's fine. At least for now. Unfortunatley it doesn't close real well and I can see inside it. This will be a fun one to explain when it starts on fire all abrupt and shit.
Until next time. When it rains it pours. But after it pours it always shines (i'm a fucking poet baby).
Pimps up
Monday, December 1, 2008
Interesting things
My buddy posed an interesting question the other night.
If there was something in your life you wanted so much, could you have it? I mean if you devoted everything, all your time and all your resources could you get it? It's interesting. He used it in terms of women (Hillary Duff of all broads) but I was thinking more about it. I think it's something that you could associate with everything.
Regardless, it will probably be something I ponder from time to time.
Onto the Ole' life.
Been a fairly interesting week.
Monday was interesting, weird and fun.
Tuesday was the start of the work week so it wasn't great but I was able to work ahead.
The rest of the holiday week was pretty laid back. Me and the Geenis did Thanksgiving at Jill's. The food was delicious. Not a whole lot else happened. Went out a couple times with minimal HEF's. Met a rando on Friday night. He initially seemed off and real weird. Turns out the dude was totally sweet. Watched Donnie Darko and a couple others. My friend Melinda came back to town for the holiday and it was certainly good to see her. It was just a lot of "old man" hanging out.
Watched Four Christmases. It wasn't horrible and it wasn't great, but it certainly got me in the holiday mood.
As I've mentioned I've still been reading this book called Everyday Survival. With the holiday and everybody bustling around I haven't had a whole lot of time for reading. Anyways, it poses the question of why we make the decisions we do. It's got me thinking a lot about why we do make our decisions. I'm not totally sure and will probably never be, but the book does explain why we do some things. Check it out if you get a chance.
Other than that things are going pretty well. Think I'm getting a better handle on things and am understanding, or at least thinking more about, what my next step is.
Got some new skis which are totally sweet. Only problem is I have to get some new boots. It's OK, however, as the skis are really sweet. Looking forward to the first turns. Used to love skiing, got sick of it, went a couple times and I get the itch. Heck for all I know, and with the way I am making decisions, I may be a ski bum in Telluride at this time next year.
Onto sports.
CU kills me. Plus I watched the game with a bunch of Nebraska fans. So the game doubly hurt. The Bills are done and we're 1-5 with the Paul Posluszny jersey. I may have to burn the son of a bitch. Unfortunately for both teams I get to mutter that stupid five word sentence. "There is always next year."
Since nobody likes hockey we won't bring up the Sabres shortcomings.
HEF of the Week
Was at the high school on Saturday. Not looking for a date to prom but working on a story. Anyway, I'm talking all this trash to the parents waiting for their kids to come out of the locker room about how much I know about sports. I mean they'd ask me about something and I'd reel off some beautiful gems. So I'm rolling, it comes to two guys I know that like Oklahoma State. I, in my moment of glory, say I'll give you 21 and the Cowboys. Horrible bet. Luke's out $50 and is broke as it is. Thanks for winning by 20 Oklahoma. Thanks a lot.
If there was something in your life you wanted so much, could you have it? I mean if you devoted everything, all your time and all your resources could you get it? It's interesting. He used it in terms of women (Hillary Duff of all broads) but I was thinking more about it. I think it's something that you could associate with everything.
Regardless, it will probably be something I ponder from time to time.
Onto the Ole' life.
Been a fairly interesting week.
Monday was interesting, weird and fun.
Tuesday was the start of the work week so it wasn't great but I was able to work ahead.
The rest of the holiday week was pretty laid back. Me and the Geenis did Thanksgiving at Jill's. The food was delicious. Not a whole lot else happened. Went out a couple times with minimal HEF's. Met a rando on Friday night. He initially seemed off and real weird. Turns out the dude was totally sweet. Watched Donnie Darko and a couple others. My friend Melinda came back to town for the holiday and it was certainly good to see her. It was just a lot of "old man" hanging out.
Watched Four Christmases. It wasn't horrible and it wasn't great, but it certainly got me in the holiday mood.
As I've mentioned I've still been reading this book called Everyday Survival. With the holiday and everybody bustling around I haven't had a whole lot of time for reading. Anyways, it poses the question of why we make the decisions we do. It's got me thinking a lot about why we do make our decisions. I'm not totally sure and will probably never be, but the book does explain why we do some things. Check it out if you get a chance.
Other than that things are going pretty well. Think I'm getting a better handle on things and am understanding, or at least thinking more about, what my next step is.
Got some new skis which are totally sweet. Only problem is I have to get some new boots. It's OK, however, as the skis are really sweet. Looking forward to the first turns. Used to love skiing, got sick of it, went a couple times and I get the itch. Heck for all I know, and with the way I am making decisions, I may be a ski bum in Telluride at this time next year.
Onto sports.
CU kills me. Plus I watched the game with a bunch of Nebraska fans. So the game doubly hurt. The Bills are done and we're 1-5 with the Paul Posluszny jersey. I may have to burn the son of a bitch. Unfortunately for both teams I get to mutter that stupid five word sentence. "There is always next year."
Since nobody likes hockey we won't bring up the Sabres shortcomings.
HEF of the Week
Was at the high school on Saturday. Not looking for a date to prom but working on a story. Anyway, I'm talking all this trash to the parents waiting for their kids to come out of the locker room about how much I know about sports. I mean they'd ask me about something and I'd reel off some beautiful gems. So I'm rolling, it comes to two guys I know that like Oklahoma State. I, in my moment of glory, say I'll give you 21 and the Cowboys. Horrible bet. Luke's out $50 and is broke as it is. Thanks for winning by 20 Oklahoma. Thanks a lot.
Monday, November 24, 2008
I guess I'm old
Chick at the store recognized on my ID it was my birthday. She was probably in her 40s or 50s and she was like "25, it's all downhill from here."
I suppose I don't consider 25 that old. Maybe age really hasn't been a thing for me. My parents seem to think 25 was when I'd start getting things together. I suppose I've started to sort of. But maybe it hasn't hit me that I am actually 25. Regardless, the only real cool things I think about being 25 both come from my childhood.
One was that I could rent a car, which I've wanted to do since about age 11. Not exactly sure why, but I have really wanted to rent a car. The other came from my boss when I was 12-years-old. I was a painter and he told me two things. Stay away from girls with hairy nipples and before you turn 25 it's all about quantity. Once you hit 25 it's all about quality.
Anyway, I partied like it was my 19th b-day.
Friday — Happy hour, followed by a little tour of the bars. Then to my buddy Collins house and back to my house for a 6 a.m. bed time.
Saturday — went to breakfast at 10 a.m. Get in my friend Kaylee's car and my friend Jill simply goes "you smell horrible." This was setting me up for a beautiful day. Went to work with a top 10 hangover. I was hurting really, really bad. Took me three hours at work to complete what would have normally been 25 minutes. Came home, went to bed for like five hours. Watched the Texas Tech-Oklahoma game, before starting again. I got bullied into going out. We went out on the mountain. Was doing fine until the roomies decided to continuously buy me shots of rumple mints. This led to me doing the November (the dance I created), then falling asleep at a table before calling the Lukeasaurus Rex outside. Came home and went to bed.
Sunday — watched the bills win, before taking it easy the rest of the day. At least for the most part.
Picked up a couple sweet and off the wall gifts for my birthday. In addition to Spenny buying me a 40, I also recieved these two gems.
Friday Collins gave me an autographed picture of Dog the Bounty Hunter and his wife Beth. I have no idea why he'd give this to me, but it's totally sweet.
Ms. B gave me a Dolly Parton CD. We saw her this summer and it was the shit. The new CD is actually pretty decent. On a side note, if you ever get the chance to see Dolly live, do it. Don't care that your father will sort of think you're gay or your friends will bust your chops, just do it. She's a little spitfire and put on one hell of a show. I'm serious when I say it was one of the best shows I saw this summer.
Other items to note:
Been hanging out with a new girl. Not sure what's going on (think Luke from 101 yards out with a sand wedge) but we'll see where it goes.
We're now 1-4 with the Paul Posluszny jersey. At least we've won a game. That is a good thing. I don't feel so bad now.
CU-Nebraska week. Going into it I'm not necessarily confident, but who the hell knows. Plus I wasn't happy to see Dan Hawkins playing down the rivalry.
WOuld like to thank all those that wished me happy birthday. Also wishing everybody a fun and happy Thanksgiving. Whether you're with your family or friends or by yourself, enjoy it.
HEF of the Week
There are too many HEF's that happened, but here's a few.
Friday night I dumped beer in my buddies fish tank. Two days later his fish were dead. He took it relatively well, seeing as how he hated the fish. I also for some reason put an apple in his fish tank. Friday I thought the fish wanted to party with me. By Sunday, they were dead. To Blacky and The Clown, we'll miss you. Actually probably not as they were a thorn in the side of everybody. Stupid fish.
Did some laundry and forgot to take out a blue pen. It's nice at least that everything I owned in that portion of the load has blue streaks all over it.
I suppose I don't consider 25 that old. Maybe age really hasn't been a thing for me. My parents seem to think 25 was when I'd start getting things together. I suppose I've started to sort of. But maybe it hasn't hit me that I am actually 25. Regardless, the only real cool things I think about being 25 both come from my childhood.
One was that I could rent a car, which I've wanted to do since about age 11. Not exactly sure why, but I have really wanted to rent a car. The other came from my boss when I was 12-years-old. I was a painter and he told me two things. Stay away from girls with hairy nipples and before you turn 25 it's all about quantity. Once you hit 25 it's all about quality.
Anyway, I partied like it was my 19th b-day.
Friday — Happy hour, followed by a little tour of the bars. Then to my buddy Collins house and back to my house for a 6 a.m. bed time.
Saturday — went to breakfast at 10 a.m. Get in my friend Kaylee's car and my friend Jill simply goes "you smell horrible." This was setting me up for a beautiful day. Went to work with a top 10 hangover. I was hurting really, really bad. Took me three hours at work to complete what would have normally been 25 minutes. Came home, went to bed for like five hours. Watched the Texas Tech-Oklahoma game, before starting again. I got bullied into going out. We went out on the mountain. Was doing fine until the roomies decided to continuously buy me shots of rumple mints. This led to me doing the November (the dance I created), then falling asleep at a table before calling the Lukeasaurus Rex outside. Came home and went to bed.
Sunday — watched the bills win, before taking it easy the rest of the day. At least for the most part.
Picked up a couple sweet and off the wall gifts for my birthday. In addition to Spenny buying me a 40, I also recieved these two gems.
Friday Collins gave me an autographed picture of Dog the Bounty Hunter and his wife Beth. I have no idea why he'd give this to me, but it's totally sweet.
Ms. B gave me a Dolly Parton CD. We saw her this summer and it was the shit. The new CD is actually pretty decent. On a side note, if you ever get the chance to see Dolly live, do it. Don't care that your father will sort of think you're gay or your friends will bust your chops, just do it. She's a little spitfire and put on one hell of a show. I'm serious when I say it was one of the best shows I saw this summer.
Other items to note:
Been hanging out with a new girl. Not sure what's going on (think Luke from 101 yards out with a sand wedge) but we'll see where it goes.
We're now 1-4 with the Paul Posluszny jersey. At least we've won a game. That is a good thing. I don't feel so bad now.
CU-Nebraska week. Going into it I'm not necessarily confident, but who the hell knows. Plus I wasn't happy to see Dan Hawkins playing down the rivalry.
WOuld like to thank all those that wished me happy birthday. Also wishing everybody a fun and happy Thanksgiving. Whether you're with your family or friends or by yourself, enjoy it.
HEF of the Week
There are too many HEF's that happened, but here's a few.
Friday night I dumped beer in my buddies fish tank. Two days later his fish were dead. He took it relatively well, seeing as how he hated the fish. I also for some reason put an apple in his fish tank. Friday I thought the fish wanted to party with me. By Sunday, they were dead. To Blacky and The Clown, we'll miss you. Actually probably not as they were a thorn in the side of everybody. Stupid fish.
Did some laundry and forgot to take out a blue pen. It's nice at least that everything I owned in that portion of the load has blue streaks all over it.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Woot Woot Woot
With so much drama in the SBT
It can kind of be hard being the L-U-K-E
So I'm no Snoop Dogg, but what the hell. There is some drama going on right now, but I've decided to not let it affect me one bit.
For the first time in a while I can actually say I've moved on from past things. That through a moment of realization that I can't worry and can't affect what others do or don't do. THe only real thing I can take care of is me. When I finally realized this late Monday night, it was a big burden off my chest. Plus I probably obsessed a little.
I think I've finally understood something about a person. They've hurt me several times — maybe the last one hurting the most. While I still care for this person and wish her the best, I can't let her affect me. She still remains one of the most unique people I've ever met no doubt with a ton of qualities and traits I totally dig. But she's hurt me constantly and I'm sick of wasting energy thinking about her all the time. She's living her life the way she wants to and I'm living starting to live mine the way I want to. I guess I know it's over and I'm OK with that.
I guess it's all part of growing up for me.
Onto a lighter subject.
Started reading a really interesting book called Everyday Survival. Despite the title sounding much like a don't kill yourself book, it's actually pretty interesting. It looks at why seemingly smart people make dumb decisions. It goes off real life accounts and then looks back to our ancestors to see just why we might make the decisions we do and if we can try to change our mental makeup to make more sound decisions. Interesting stuff.
What else. Just got my ski pass for the winter and found out my brother and dad did an art project with my skis. I guess they painted them and did all kinds of artsy stuff with them. As my dad said "it was exactly like Orange County Choppers." Nice.
The week seems to be dragging along. Maybe it's cause I'm reaching for a bunch of stories that aren't really stories. I also think it's that weird time of year where things are dark real early. I'm thinking that this will take a couple more weeks of getting used to.
Ooooo. In the process of signing up for a Country Western Dance class through CMC. Sounds like I've got a girl who will do it with me so I'm not the weird guy that shows up by himself and expects you to give away your date so I do not look like an ass. Plus it sounds like we might have a fairly big group doing it. That will at least keep me busy.
So i won a turkey at work and then traded it to this nice lady for an hour massage she had gotten as a gift from one of her clients (she's in advertising). So I have an hour massage coming in my future. This is very nice.
My birthday is on Sunday and I have no idea what I'm doing. Hopefully it turns out to be something totally sweet. Let's be honest though, it probably will involve me and Gee sitting on the couch drinking. But I'm thinking that I'll do something totally sweet that involves a lot of sweet things and sweet outcomes or something. On a side note check this out. It's pretty interesting to realize how many seconds you've actually been alive.
Other news to note of:
Solidly moving onto future plans. Like I've said before I don't want to mention too much because I don't want to jinx it. Like I jinxed the Bills when I bought my Paul Posluszny jersey. Since the purchase the Bills are 0-4.
Holidays are coming up so that's good I guess. Probably won't make it back home anytime soon so the holidays will mostly be spent here.
25 new things in 25 days.
1. Travel to San Diego
2. Deep sea fishing
3. Nap on the beach
4. Went to Red Lobster
5. Art Museum and Aquarium
6. Metallica (seen them before, but not from where I sat. It's cheating but whatever).
7. Did a philosophical experiment on myself designed for you to differentiate your self from your body. It was a book I found in geenis' room. Pretty interesting stuff.
8. Wrote actual letters to varying people. (Still haven't sent them — my bad).
9. Went to a play by the Ski Town Productions (was pretty good, except the second half dropped off). First time I'd been to one since I lived here.
10. Tried to meditate = HEF. Tried again a couple hours later to varying success.
11. Tried crack — just kidding. Went to breakfast by myself and read and wrote.
12. Watched a new movie (The Grand). It's a poker movie and it was actually pretty funny
13. Went to Village Inn and had a delicious slice of pie. Plus I read for a couple of hours and had a wicked good conversation with some old guy. I even wrote some things that were pretty wild.
14. Poetry Slam in Steamboat — it was actually really cool. Certainly not the crowd I'd associate with. But I loved the passion. The guy that won, his final poem gave me chills.
15. Got tipsy and shut down a chick.
16. This is today. But I already watched a Georgia game in a bar with the boys from the south and rooted hard for Georgia while mocking Auburn fan. Looked at the moon through a telescope. Invented a dance called the November (Rock kick, to pelvic thrust to power punch to five star point to spin to smoking guns to nipple rub to dice roll to Gilly slapper to call me. Yeah it's pretty sweet.)
17. Got a martini at this coffee shop called Amante and saw the new Angelina Jolie flick directed by Clint Eastwood. It was OK.
18. Got a ski pass to Steamboat. Drove to Clark (north of Steamboat) for fun.
19. Started reading a new book.
20. Tin Cup and dinner (actually not with the fellas either. There was actually a live chick there, which was a first)
21. ???????
HEF of the WEEK
Hey it's been a good couple of days. But on Sunday I was with my friend Jill and her dog Ollie. Ollie gets real excited when he sees me. So on Sunday we were walking out of Slopeside and Ollie ran up to me and pissed all over my shoes. I mean not a tinkle, more like a fire hose. So that was nice.
It can kind of be hard being the L-U-K-E
So I'm no Snoop Dogg, but what the hell. There is some drama going on right now, but I've decided to not let it affect me one bit.
For the first time in a while I can actually say I've moved on from past things. That through a moment of realization that I can't worry and can't affect what others do or don't do. THe only real thing I can take care of is me. When I finally realized this late Monday night, it was a big burden off my chest. Plus I probably obsessed a little.
I think I've finally understood something about a person. They've hurt me several times — maybe the last one hurting the most. While I still care for this person and wish her the best, I can't let her affect me. She still remains one of the most unique people I've ever met no doubt with a ton of qualities and traits I totally dig. But she's hurt me constantly and I'm sick of wasting energy thinking about her all the time. She's living her life the way she wants to and I'm living starting to live mine the way I want to. I guess I know it's over and I'm OK with that.
I guess it's all part of growing up for me.
Onto a lighter subject.
Started reading a really interesting book called Everyday Survival. Despite the title sounding much like a don't kill yourself book, it's actually pretty interesting. It looks at why seemingly smart people make dumb decisions. It goes off real life accounts and then looks back to our ancestors to see just why we might make the decisions we do and if we can try to change our mental makeup to make more sound decisions. Interesting stuff.
What else. Just got my ski pass for the winter and found out my brother and dad did an art project with my skis. I guess they painted them and did all kinds of artsy stuff with them. As my dad said "it was exactly like Orange County Choppers." Nice.
The week seems to be dragging along. Maybe it's cause I'm reaching for a bunch of stories that aren't really stories. I also think it's that weird time of year where things are dark real early. I'm thinking that this will take a couple more weeks of getting used to.
Ooooo. In the process of signing up for a Country Western Dance class through CMC. Sounds like I've got a girl who will do it with me so I'm not the weird guy that shows up by himself and expects you to give away your date so I do not look like an ass. Plus it sounds like we might have a fairly big group doing it. That will at least keep me busy.
So i won a turkey at work and then traded it to this nice lady for an hour massage she had gotten as a gift from one of her clients (she's in advertising). So I have an hour massage coming in my future. This is very nice.
My birthday is on Sunday and I have no idea what I'm doing. Hopefully it turns out to be something totally sweet. Let's be honest though, it probably will involve me and Gee sitting on the couch drinking. But I'm thinking that I'll do something totally sweet that involves a lot of sweet things and sweet outcomes or something. On a side note check this out. It's pretty interesting to realize how many seconds you've actually been alive.
Other news to note of:
Solidly moving onto future plans. Like I've said before I don't want to mention too much because I don't want to jinx it. Like I jinxed the Bills when I bought my Paul Posluszny jersey. Since the purchase the Bills are 0-4.
Holidays are coming up so that's good I guess. Probably won't make it back home anytime soon so the holidays will mostly be spent here.
25 new things in 25 days.
1. Travel to San Diego
2. Deep sea fishing
3. Nap on the beach
4. Went to Red Lobster
5. Art Museum and Aquarium
6. Metallica (seen them before, but not from where I sat. It's cheating but whatever).
7. Did a philosophical experiment on myself designed for you to differentiate your self from your body. It was a book I found in geenis' room. Pretty interesting stuff.
8. Wrote actual letters to varying people. (Still haven't sent them — my bad).
9. Went to a play by the Ski Town Productions (was pretty good, except the second half dropped off). First time I'd been to one since I lived here.
10. Tried to meditate = HEF. Tried again a couple hours later to varying success.
11. Tried crack — just kidding. Went to breakfast by myself and read and wrote.
12. Watched a new movie (The Grand). It's a poker movie and it was actually pretty funny
13. Went to Village Inn and had a delicious slice of pie. Plus I read for a couple of hours and had a wicked good conversation with some old guy. I even wrote some things that were pretty wild.
14. Poetry Slam in Steamboat — it was actually really cool. Certainly not the crowd I'd associate with. But I loved the passion. The guy that won, his final poem gave me chills.
15. Got tipsy and shut down a chick.
16. This is today. But I already watched a Georgia game in a bar with the boys from the south and rooted hard for Georgia while mocking Auburn fan. Looked at the moon through a telescope. Invented a dance called the November (Rock kick, to pelvic thrust to power punch to five star point to spin to smoking guns to nipple rub to dice roll to Gilly slapper to call me. Yeah it's pretty sweet.)
17. Got a martini at this coffee shop called Amante and saw the new Angelina Jolie flick directed by Clint Eastwood. It was OK.
18. Got a ski pass to Steamboat. Drove to Clark (north of Steamboat) for fun.
19. Started reading a new book.
20. Tin Cup and dinner (actually not with the fellas either. There was actually a live chick there, which was a first)
21. ???????
HEF of the WEEK
Hey it's been a good couple of days. But on Sunday I was with my friend Jill and her dog Ollie. Ollie gets real excited when he sees me. So on Sunday we were walking out of Slopeside and Ollie ran up to me and pissed all over my shoes. I mean not a tinkle, more like a fire hose. So that was nice.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Is that a bear?
Interesting week.
It's slow at work so it seemed like it took forever to get through these last five days. But I got through it and I had a pretty light Saturday.
With Gee out of town I didn't really do a whole lot early in the week. I read quite a bit and that was really about it.
Thursday's where things get somewhat interesting.
Me and Ms. B went out. Had fun, talked a lot, danced met some really weird black guy. We left the bar at around 1 a.m. Had some more weird talks. A bunch of weird stuff happened.
The thing about Ms. B is that I still like her and still have a lot of feelings for her. But you can't make someone like you. I know this. I think she's just one of those girls that is hard to forget. She's one of the most unique people I've ever come across. I mostly miss the little things about her and the conversation. I suppose I'll always have some of those feelings about her no matter how she feels about me. I've got things pretty well in perspective and realize who she's with, what she does and all that has no bearing on me. So while I still have those feelings, I'm continuing to move on. I actually feel good about the situation. Plus I have some absolutely wonderful friends to help put things in perspective.
Friday I got to work and felt horrible from drinking the previous night. I actually threw up in the bathroom. The best part was there was a guy in the stall next to me when I was calling the Lukeasaurus Rex. Plus I think one of my bosses walked in and possibly the old guy I work next to.
That night I went to happy hour with a bunch of girls. This is always interesting because the girls put them away and our tab is usually like $140. Strangely enough, no matter if I have one beer of five I end up paying $30. So taht's cool. On the plus side one girl gave me a phenomenal compliment that completely made my day. Unfortunately she's married but called me the total package and said I was one of the best guys out there. I wasn't having the best day and she turned it around. SO just a heads up to Luke Nation. Pass out compliments. Even if it's to a stranger. It could make their day.
Went out to a couple more bars before cruising to my friend Jill's house. Jill was still at the bar so I passed out on the couch. Problem was I let her dog out and it's pretty ill behaved. Jill got home, yelled at me for allowing her dog to eat a mitten because he then puked it up. I can't blame him, those mittens looked delicious.
Saturday went to work early to finish up, went to watch the Georgia game with the boys from the south. Now I'm waiting for CU to get smoked. Or can we become bowl eligible? It's going to be tough but fuck it, CU 38 Oklahoma State 28.
What else?
Got the ski pass and am gearing up for that. Hoping Party Boy Al Booker can hook it up in Beaver Creek at least once. Maybe i can pass the favor back. Hoping to do Vail a couple times and of course good ole' Ski Cooper. Should be a decent winter.
Ah the holidays. No matter what, the holiday's are usually good. I'm working Thanksgiving and Christmas so I'll just hang around here for the most part. Going back out to San Diego in December.
Also some big news on the "next step" plan, but I'm not going to totally put it out there until it advances a little further into the process. Don't want to jinx it. If you want the details, call.
25 new things in 25 days.
1. Travel to San Diego
2. Deep sea fishing
3. Nap on the beach
4. Went to Red Lobster
5. Art Museum and Aquarium
6. Metallica (seen them before, but not from where I sat. It's cheating but whatever).
7. Did a philosophical experiment on myself designed for you to differentiate your self from your body. It was a book I found in geenis' room. Pretty interesting stuff.
8. Wrote actual letters to varying people. (Still haven't sent them — my bad).
9. Went to a play by the Ski Town Productions (was pretty good, except the second half dropped off). First time I'd been to one since I lived here.
10. Tried to meditate = HEF. Tried again a couple hours later to varying success.
11. Tried crack — just kidding. Went to breakfast by myself and read and wrote.
12. Watched a new movie (The Grand). It's a poker movie and it was actually pretty funny
13. Went to Village Inn and had a delicious slice of pie. Plus I read for a couple of hours and had a wicked good conversation with some old guy. I even wrote some things that were pretty wild.
14. Poetry Slam in Steamboat — it was actually really cool. Certainly not the crowd I'd associate with. But I loved the passion. The guy that won, his final poem gave me chills.
15. Got tipsy and shut down a chick.
16. This is today. But I already watched a Georgia game in a bar with the boys from the south and rooted hard for Georgia while mocking Auburn fan. The day is still young.
25 new things in 25 days is a phenomenal idea. It's absolutely fun.
On the family front, sounds like everyone is doing better. It's funny since my bro got a cell phone, it's nearly impossible to get a hold of him. funny the way that works. My grandma in Denver is recovering well after surgery. She's just itching to be able to get out of her house and do stuff. That's a good sign. Grandma in Buffalo is still fighting. She's stubborn as hell.
Sports.
If the Bills don't win on Monday night, their season is officially over. But it's in Buffalo, which reminds me that Buffalo tailgating is some wild shit. For this Monday night game, RV lots and parking lots opened on Thursday. That's right. THe family says a good portion of the lots were full by Thursday. This means it's like five days of righteous partying.
I'll fully disclose I used to like the Yankees. I really did. But this is just getting ridiculous. they're going to sign CC Sabathia, A.J. Burnett, Derek Lowe, Mark Texiera and anybody else. Come on put a salary cap in baseball. Please. On a note, one of my favorite stories of all time from the Onion dealt with the Yankees signing every player in the big leagues to assure they would win the world series. This is essentially happening.
Until next time.
Pimps up, ho's down.
It's slow at work so it seemed like it took forever to get through these last five days. But I got through it and I had a pretty light Saturday.
With Gee out of town I didn't really do a whole lot early in the week. I read quite a bit and that was really about it.
Thursday's where things get somewhat interesting.
Me and Ms. B went out. Had fun, talked a lot, danced met some really weird black guy. We left the bar at around 1 a.m. Had some more weird talks. A bunch of weird stuff happened.
The thing about Ms. B is that I still like her and still have a lot of feelings for her. But you can't make someone like you. I know this. I think she's just one of those girls that is hard to forget. She's one of the most unique people I've ever come across. I mostly miss the little things about her and the conversation. I suppose I'll always have some of those feelings about her no matter how she feels about me. I've got things pretty well in perspective and realize who she's with, what she does and all that has no bearing on me. So while I still have those feelings, I'm continuing to move on. I actually feel good about the situation. Plus I have some absolutely wonderful friends to help put things in perspective.
Friday I got to work and felt horrible from drinking the previous night. I actually threw up in the bathroom. The best part was there was a guy in the stall next to me when I was calling the Lukeasaurus Rex. Plus I think one of my bosses walked in and possibly the old guy I work next to.
That night I went to happy hour with a bunch of girls. This is always interesting because the girls put them away and our tab is usually like $140. Strangely enough, no matter if I have one beer of five I end up paying $30. So taht's cool. On the plus side one girl gave me a phenomenal compliment that completely made my day. Unfortunately she's married but called me the total package and said I was one of the best guys out there. I wasn't having the best day and she turned it around. SO just a heads up to Luke Nation. Pass out compliments. Even if it's to a stranger. It could make their day.
Went out to a couple more bars before cruising to my friend Jill's house. Jill was still at the bar so I passed out on the couch. Problem was I let her dog out and it's pretty ill behaved. Jill got home, yelled at me for allowing her dog to eat a mitten because he then puked it up. I can't blame him, those mittens looked delicious.
Saturday went to work early to finish up, went to watch the Georgia game with the boys from the south. Now I'm waiting for CU to get smoked. Or can we become bowl eligible? It's going to be tough but fuck it, CU 38 Oklahoma State 28.
What else?
Got the ski pass and am gearing up for that. Hoping Party Boy Al Booker can hook it up in Beaver Creek at least once. Maybe i can pass the favor back. Hoping to do Vail a couple times and of course good ole' Ski Cooper. Should be a decent winter.
Ah the holidays. No matter what, the holiday's are usually good. I'm working Thanksgiving and Christmas so I'll just hang around here for the most part. Going back out to San Diego in December.
Also some big news on the "next step" plan, but I'm not going to totally put it out there until it advances a little further into the process. Don't want to jinx it. If you want the details, call.
25 new things in 25 days.
1. Travel to San Diego
2. Deep sea fishing
3. Nap on the beach
4. Went to Red Lobster
5. Art Museum and Aquarium
6. Metallica (seen them before, but not from where I sat. It's cheating but whatever).
7. Did a philosophical experiment on myself designed for you to differentiate your self from your body. It was a book I found in geenis' room. Pretty interesting stuff.
8. Wrote actual letters to varying people. (Still haven't sent them — my bad).
9. Went to a play by the Ski Town Productions (was pretty good, except the second half dropped off). First time I'd been to one since I lived here.
10. Tried to meditate = HEF. Tried again a couple hours later to varying success.
11. Tried crack — just kidding. Went to breakfast by myself and read and wrote.
12. Watched a new movie (The Grand). It's a poker movie and it was actually pretty funny
13. Went to Village Inn and had a delicious slice of pie. Plus I read for a couple of hours and had a wicked good conversation with some old guy. I even wrote some things that were pretty wild.
14. Poetry Slam in Steamboat — it was actually really cool. Certainly not the crowd I'd associate with. But I loved the passion. The guy that won, his final poem gave me chills.
15. Got tipsy and shut down a chick.
16. This is today. But I already watched a Georgia game in a bar with the boys from the south and rooted hard for Georgia while mocking Auburn fan. The day is still young.
25 new things in 25 days is a phenomenal idea. It's absolutely fun.
On the family front, sounds like everyone is doing better. It's funny since my bro got a cell phone, it's nearly impossible to get a hold of him. funny the way that works. My grandma in Denver is recovering well after surgery. She's just itching to be able to get out of her house and do stuff. That's a good sign. Grandma in Buffalo is still fighting. She's stubborn as hell.
Sports.
If the Bills don't win on Monday night, their season is officially over. But it's in Buffalo, which reminds me that Buffalo tailgating is some wild shit. For this Monday night game, RV lots and parking lots opened on Thursday. That's right. THe family says a good portion of the lots were full by Thursday. This means it's like five days of righteous partying.
I'll fully disclose I used to like the Yankees. I really did. But this is just getting ridiculous. they're going to sign CC Sabathia, A.J. Burnett, Derek Lowe, Mark Texiera and anybody else. Come on put a salary cap in baseball. Please. On a note, one of my favorite stories of all time from the Onion dealt with the Yankees signing every player in the big leagues to assure they would win the world series. This is essentially happening.
Until next time.
Pimps up, ho's down.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I suppose it's just that time of year.
It's not fully snowing, it's not warm (in fact it's fairly chilly) and the skies are gray and dark. It's the time in Steamboat where I become the most restless. Wanting something new, wanting to go somewhere new and wanting to meet new people. Steamboat seems to be getting smaller around me.
But it happens every year. I guess it's just more pronounced this year. Maybe it's everything that's happened the last two months.
Whatever the reason, I've been a little down. Hopefully that will change with the holidays and more snow.
What else. My life is pretty boring anymore. Without a girlfriend and without a lot of my friends in town anymore, I guess I've sort of become a one man show. I certainly do things and hang out with other people, but it's been a different time for me. I'm partially lonely. It's good to spend time with yourself though. Plus I haven't been going out as much. It's a good thing on the bank account.
I guess I'm sort of sick of going out here. I've been to every bar, hit up every special, know all the deals and know all the crowds. I guess it's just become too much of a routine anymore.
Last week was pretty much spent writing and reading a lot. Not bad things to do with my time. Friday went out for a little bit, Saturday drove to Pueblo to cover a high school football game (600 miles round trip) only to see Steamboat get prison raped. I knew it was coming, but my bosses made sure I still had to go.
Sunday went out to the VFW with Spenny and Ms. B for drinks and shuffle board. It was a very enjoyable night. I really love shuffleboard.
More news on the gloomy side. One of my buddies in town just got laid off. The economy isn't safe anywhere. It sucks because he had seniority in his company but I guess that's the unfair things about layoffs. Things have certainly tightened at the paper. Essentially in the last eight months, three positions have been consolidated. Not sure if they'll be in layoffs in my department but we'll just have to see.
25 new things in 25 days.
1. Travel to San Diego
2. Deep sea fishing
3. Nap on the beach
4. Went to Red Lobster
5. Art Museum and Aquarium
6. Metallica (seen them before, but not from where I sat. It's cheating but whatever).
7. Did a philosophical experiment on myself designed for you to differentiate your self from your body. It was a book I found in geenis' room. Pretty interesting stuff.
8. Wrote actual letters to varying people. (Still haven't sent them — my bad).
9. Went to a play by the Ski Town Productions (was pretty good, except the second half dropped off). First time I'd been to one since I lived here.
10. Tried to meditate = HEF. Tried again a couple hours later to varying success.
11. Tried crack — just kidding. Went to breakfast by myself and read and wrote.
12. Watched a new movie (The Grand). It's a poker movie and it was actually pretty funny
13. Went to Village Inn and had a delicious slice of pie. Plus I read for a couple of hours and had a wicked good conversation with some old guy.
14.
Books I've read the past couple of weeks that I highly recommend.
Tender Bar — I've read it three times.
On the Road — Just a classic
It's never rainy in Tiger Stadium — Book about former LSU player that starts slow but is pretty good about what former football players go through when the game is done.
Best American Sports Writing 2007 — Read it every year. This year's was up and down but had a couple of fantastic pieces in it.
Sports.
The Bills are who I thought they were. They are a mediocre/young team still a season away. Plus it doesn't help Dick "I sit while I pee" Jauron is so conservative.
CU has two shots to gain bowl eligibility. Oklahoma State at home — not going to happen. I could see another real lopsided score. Then at Nebraska the day after Turkey Day. Don't feel good about this either. 5-7 sucks.
The Rockies traded Matt Holliday. The trade speaks to the times in baseball and what needs to change. The Rockies took a philosophical approach seven years ago to build from within. THey did that, had a run and had a nucleus to win for years. But because there is no salary cap, middle to small market teams will continue to be a minor league system for bigger teams (i.e. Yankees, Mets, Red Sox, Cubs etc.). The Rockies couldn't afford Holliday and won't be able to afford Garrett Atkins. Back to rebuilding so in four or five years the Rockies best players can get traded away again. NICE.
HEF of the WEEK
Saturday was pretty much HEF day. Woke up on my friend Jill's couch that morning. The previous night we went to the play and rocked out a little. Had a horrible pain in my neck. Had to drive to Pueblo. Didn't have time to shower. Drove to Pueblo. Stopped at a convenient store, picked up deoderent, mouth wash, body spray and coffee. The clerk looked at me like scum. I'm in the parking lot applying all the necessaries when I see a crazy Steamboat football dad. He judges me before I head to the press box. The press box is roughly 97 degrees. I am sweating out my sins from the previous night, when one of the radio guys is like "Boy Luke, you got to it last night." I went onto interview players and coaches afterward and even had one player tell me, "you smell like booze." He played on my dodgeball team so we're cool. THe drive back was fun. Stopped at A&W Root Beer. Placed my order and the guy behind the counter was sort of a weird kid. When he handed me my money he held my hand and smiled. Hey I was tired and wanted to get home so I just went with it.
It's not fully snowing, it's not warm (in fact it's fairly chilly) and the skies are gray and dark. It's the time in Steamboat where I become the most restless. Wanting something new, wanting to go somewhere new and wanting to meet new people. Steamboat seems to be getting smaller around me.
But it happens every year. I guess it's just more pronounced this year. Maybe it's everything that's happened the last two months.
Whatever the reason, I've been a little down. Hopefully that will change with the holidays and more snow.
What else. My life is pretty boring anymore. Without a girlfriend and without a lot of my friends in town anymore, I guess I've sort of become a one man show. I certainly do things and hang out with other people, but it's been a different time for me. I'm partially lonely. It's good to spend time with yourself though. Plus I haven't been going out as much. It's a good thing on the bank account.
I guess I'm sort of sick of going out here. I've been to every bar, hit up every special, know all the deals and know all the crowds. I guess it's just become too much of a routine anymore.
Last week was pretty much spent writing and reading a lot. Not bad things to do with my time. Friday went out for a little bit, Saturday drove to Pueblo to cover a high school football game (600 miles round trip) only to see Steamboat get prison raped. I knew it was coming, but my bosses made sure I still had to go.
Sunday went out to the VFW with Spenny and Ms. B for drinks and shuffle board. It was a very enjoyable night. I really love shuffleboard.
More news on the gloomy side. One of my buddies in town just got laid off. The economy isn't safe anywhere. It sucks because he had seniority in his company but I guess that's the unfair things about layoffs. Things have certainly tightened at the paper. Essentially in the last eight months, three positions have been consolidated. Not sure if they'll be in layoffs in my department but we'll just have to see.
25 new things in 25 days.
1. Travel to San Diego
2. Deep sea fishing
3. Nap on the beach
4. Went to Red Lobster
5. Art Museum and Aquarium
6. Metallica (seen them before, but not from where I sat. It's cheating but whatever).
7. Did a philosophical experiment on myself designed for you to differentiate your self from your body. It was a book I found in geenis' room. Pretty interesting stuff.
8. Wrote actual letters to varying people. (Still haven't sent them — my bad).
9. Went to a play by the Ski Town Productions (was pretty good, except the second half dropped off). First time I'd been to one since I lived here.
10. Tried to meditate = HEF. Tried again a couple hours later to varying success.
11. Tried crack — just kidding. Went to breakfast by myself and read and wrote.
12. Watched a new movie (The Grand). It's a poker movie and it was actually pretty funny
13. Went to Village Inn and had a delicious slice of pie. Plus I read for a couple of hours and had a wicked good conversation with some old guy.
14.
Books I've read the past couple of weeks that I highly recommend.
Tender Bar — I've read it three times.
On the Road — Just a classic
It's never rainy in Tiger Stadium — Book about former LSU player that starts slow but is pretty good about what former football players go through when the game is done.
Best American Sports Writing 2007 — Read it every year. This year's was up and down but had a couple of fantastic pieces in it.
Sports.
The Bills are who I thought they were. They are a mediocre/young team still a season away. Plus it doesn't help Dick "I sit while I pee" Jauron is so conservative.
CU has two shots to gain bowl eligibility. Oklahoma State at home — not going to happen. I could see another real lopsided score. Then at Nebraska the day after Turkey Day. Don't feel good about this either. 5-7 sucks.
The Rockies traded Matt Holliday. The trade speaks to the times in baseball and what needs to change. The Rockies took a philosophical approach seven years ago to build from within. THey did that, had a run and had a nucleus to win for years. But because there is no salary cap, middle to small market teams will continue to be a minor league system for bigger teams (i.e. Yankees, Mets, Red Sox, Cubs etc.). The Rockies couldn't afford Holliday and won't be able to afford Garrett Atkins. Back to rebuilding so in four or five years the Rockies best players can get traded away again. NICE.
HEF of the WEEK
Saturday was pretty much HEF day. Woke up on my friend Jill's couch that morning. The previous night we went to the play and rocked out a little. Had a horrible pain in my neck. Had to drive to Pueblo. Didn't have time to shower. Drove to Pueblo. Stopped at a convenient store, picked up deoderent, mouth wash, body spray and coffee. The clerk looked at me like scum. I'm in the parking lot applying all the necessaries when I see a crazy Steamboat football dad. He judges me before I head to the press box. The press box is roughly 97 degrees. I am sweating out my sins from the previous night, when one of the radio guys is like "Boy Luke, you got to it last night." I went onto interview players and coaches afterward and even had one player tell me, "you smell like booze." He played on my dodgeball team so we're cool. THe drive back was fun. Stopped at A&W Root Beer. Placed my order and the guy behind the counter was sort of a weird kid. When he handed me my money he held my hand and smiled. Hey I was tired and wanted to get home so I just went with it.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Someone pooped in the hallway
Getting back from vacation usually sucks. This time it certainly sucked, but for the first time in a long time I feel completely refreshed.
San Diego was the shit. Perfect weather, great company and phenomenal times had by all. Plus there are some beautiful women out there. Unfortunately for the most part they all seem very, very, very dumb.
It broke down like this.
Thursday — Beach, football (showing off my incredible moves) golf, beer, steak, washers, ball busting.
Friday — Fishing all day, Big Cell Phones reunion tour, rocking out, rocking out, rocking out, rocking out, bed.
Saturday — Someone pooped in the hallway, hangover, beach, no hangover.
Real nice. San Diego was low 80s every day. Then dropped down to freezing mid 70s in the night.
Even when I got back it was the shit.
Sunday hung out with my friend in Denver. Had happy hour at TGI Friday's and went home. Monday was a cultural day of understanding for Luke. This included the Art Museum (there were two exhibits I was dying to see) and a trip to the aquarium (my favorites were the Otters).
Tuesday included another sick, sick, sick, sick, sick show by Metallica. One of the better ones I've seen. While they didn't play some of my favorites, they rocked the shit out of the Pepsi Center.
The drive back was relentless as the first big storm hit. 4.5 hours of blind, icy driving. Nice right.
Other than that. It was the shit.
It was great to see the fellas. It's pretty weird and rad that everyone is growing up. Kev's got some leads on some solid career opportunities. Danny has school and a job and in four and half years will be a doctor. If that doesn't work out, he can work for an oil company and retire at 31. Even Party Boy Al Booker seems to be settling down. You can tell he's a different cat now. Plus the dude can rock chick pants like no other.
All in all the trip exceeded my expectations.
I've been out of the loop in the sports world for a while now. I think this is a good thing. But not a whole lot has really changed. One thing I think I understand now is that the Bills are doomed to be 8-8 for the rest of my life. Nothing says happiness like mediocrity.
25 new things in 25 days.
1. Travel to San Diego
2. Deep sea fishing
3. Nap on the beach
4. Went to Red Lobster
5. Art Museum and Aquarium
6. Metallica (seen them before, but not from where I sat. It's cheating but whatever).
7. ????Guess I have to do something new tonight.
HEF OF THE WEEK
Someone pooped in the hall. Woke up Saturday and Kev comes out and says "Good news. Someone pooped in the hall." No better way to wake up. Plus is there a better way to know you rocked like rock stars than to wake up to poop in the hallway?
Odds of who did it
89% Danny — Drunkest one and all signs point to him.
86% Matty — There other roommate. Hey it was next to his room and when Danny accused him he got real defensive. Plus I think Matty may have framed Danny after Danny busted the kids poor balls for three straight days.
52% Party Boy Al Booker — WIth the pants he wore on Halloween, if he had to go they might have been tough to get out of and make the bathroom in time.
12% Kev — Seems unlikely. I don't think Kev would just go and poop in the hallway.
1% Me — Hey I didn't do it. I'm certainly not the type of guy to get tanked, go home and poop in the hallway. Or am I?
San Diego was the shit. Perfect weather, great company and phenomenal times had by all. Plus there are some beautiful women out there. Unfortunately for the most part they all seem very, very, very dumb.
It broke down like this.
Thursday — Beach, football (showing off my incredible moves) golf, beer, steak, washers, ball busting.
Friday — Fishing all day, Big Cell Phones reunion tour, rocking out, rocking out, rocking out, rocking out, bed.
Saturday — Someone pooped in the hallway, hangover, beach, no hangover.
Real nice. San Diego was low 80s every day. Then dropped down to freezing mid 70s in the night.
Even when I got back it was the shit.
Sunday hung out with my friend in Denver. Had happy hour at TGI Friday's and went home. Monday was a cultural day of understanding for Luke. This included the Art Museum (there were two exhibits I was dying to see) and a trip to the aquarium (my favorites were the Otters).
Tuesday included another sick, sick, sick, sick, sick show by Metallica. One of the better ones I've seen. While they didn't play some of my favorites, they rocked the shit out of the Pepsi Center.
The drive back was relentless as the first big storm hit. 4.5 hours of blind, icy driving. Nice right.
Other than that. It was the shit.
It was great to see the fellas. It's pretty weird and rad that everyone is growing up. Kev's got some leads on some solid career opportunities. Danny has school and a job and in four and half years will be a doctor. If that doesn't work out, he can work for an oil company and retire at 31. Even Party Boy Al Booker seems to be settling down. You can tell he's a different cat now. Plus the dude can rock chick pants like no other.
All in all the trip exceeded my expectations.
I've been out of the loop in the sports world for a while now. I think this is a good thing. But not a whole lot has really changed. One thing I think I understand now is that the Bills are doomed to be 8-8 for the rest of my life. Nothing says happiness like mediocrity.
25 new things in 25 days.
1. Travel to San Diego
2. Deep sea fishing
3. Nap on the beach
4. Went to Red Lobster
5. Art Museum and Aquarium
6. Metallica (seen them before, but not from where I sat. It's cheating but whatever).
7. ????Guess I have to do something new tonight.
HEF OF THE WEEK
Someone pooped in the hall. Woke up Saturday and Kev comes out and says "Good news. Someone pooped in the hall." No better way to wake up. Plus is there a better way to know you rocked like rock stars than to wake up to poop in the hallway?
Odds of who did it
89% Danny — Drunkest one and all signs point to him.
86% Matty — There other roommate. Hey it was next to his room and when Danny accused him he got real defensive. Plus I think Matty may have framed Danny after Danny busted the kids poor balls for three straight days.
52% Party Boy Al Booker — WIth the pants he wore on Halloween, if he had to go they might have been tough to get out of and make the bathroom in time.
12% Kev — Seems unlikely. I don't think Kev would just go and poop in the hallway.
1% Me — Hey I didn't do it. I'm certainly not the type of guy to get tanked, go home and poop in the hallway. Or am I?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Pumped
I'm about 36 hours from vacation. It's going to be sick. San Diego for three days with the boys. Then Denver for a couple days capped off by Metallica.
I'm not totally sure what San Diego holds, but I'm sure the fellas out there have some things lined up. Preliminary things I've heard are golfing, fishing, boozing and tail chasing. All good things. Success = vacation. I'm pretty excited for this one as it will be one of the first vacations in a long time that's purely mine and doesn't involve taking time off for funeral, family gathering or benefit for a sick family member.
Plus I'm just stoked for some sun. Weather forecast for Thursday, Friday and Saturday are all in the upper 70s. Weather.com even lists Friday as the day to "plan a scenic drive." Not sure that will take place, but that can only be a good thing. Plus Friday's sounding like it could be the sickest day in recent memory.
Last thing on the vacation. I really needed one. I think this is the last step in putting a lot of stuff in perspective of stuff that's happened recently. In the end vacations are the best.
Also, I'll be starting 25 new things in the 25 days leading up to my 25th birthday. An old friend mentioned she did this and I thought it was one of the most kick ass things I've ever heard. So that's what I'm setting out to do. Should be the shit. It starts on Thursday, so hopefully I'll keep up on it. The first couple days should be easy, but I'm hoping to stick to it and do some things I would never usually do.
Onto sports.
The World Series has been absolutely, positively boring. I've decided I'm rooting for the Phillies to win at home since we might see the fans rush the field. It still to this day is one of my favorite things about sports. Plus you never see it in professional sports. In the Buffalo airport they have this huge picture of when the Bills made the playoffs in the late 80's and they rushed the field, tore down the goal posts and marched them right out of Ralph Wilson. The best part is my dad's buddy Ed is on top of the goal posts. I've loved this picture since I was 4-years-old.
On a side note, isn't this World Series a prime example of why the baseball season should effectively be shortened. This is what you get when you play baseball in Philadelphia (or about 15 other cities) in late October and possibly early November. Plus when baseball starts, it's usually miserable. Chop it down to 120 or 130 games.
CU is miserable. Just plain porous. 58-0 to Mizzou hurt in a lot of ways. But I'm not off the bandwagon. Looking at the injuries, how many young players and the schedule we've had can make a fan actually believe CU could be good in years to come. The reality is — I'm afraid to say this — is that I think this CU team is softer silk. When CU was badass, they weren't soft. Sure there were thugs, gang members and people that should be in jail on those teams, but they weren't soft. They went to battle, lined up and for the most part were meaner than the other team. That's not the case now.
The Bills are 5-2. Better than I thought they'd be. Currently we're 0-1 with the Paul Posluszny jersey. What do I do if we lose the next three? Do I ditch the jersey? Maybe I'll just buy one of the opposing team each week and throw them the classic LG sports curse. Expensive, but I can't tell you how much I'd pay for a championship.
How about Mike Singeltary? The new Niners coach — no matter how he does and I think he'll do great — should be applauded. He sent Vernon Davis to the locker room after Davis got a personal foul. Davis is the first guy you want off the bus at opposing stadiums. He's a freakish athlete. But the old thing of built like tarzan, play like Jane fits him. He acts like T.O. but plays like LG. So Singeltary, sick of Davis' bullshit, said enough is enough and sent the crybaby to the locker room.
I like that.
What I don't like that much anymore is ESPN. If there is not a game on, it's pretty much become unwatchable. Each week the hour long Sportscenter spends about 20 minutes discussing the Cowboys. Sure they're dubbed "Americas Team" but for christ sake. I don't care about Romo, I dont' care about TO, I don't care about Jerry Jones, I don't care about Wade Phillips. Unfortunately ESPN thinks I do. But this has become common place for them. They jump on a story or a team and ride that thing and put it away wet. It's horrible.
Not a whole lot is new. Weekend was pretty laid back. Friday covered Steamboat-Buena Vista football in Buena Vista. It was interesting seeing as how Buena Vista was my chief rival in high school. Thinking back, I didn't do a lot of good things in that town and I still hate it.
Saturday watched part of the CU game, then went to a buddies for Fright Night. Double feature of Poltergeist and the Rob Zombie version of Halloween. Couple thoughts on this. I was there with my buddy his fiance, another couple and a girl I know. They're all a little older than me. It was interesting in the fact that this is potentially what Saturday night has come down or will be in the future. Movie Night. Not sure if I'm ready to put away the party pants, but Movie Night was actually pretty fun. I guess in a way it was like looking into the future to see what becomes of stuff when you're done partying.
Other note. Really enjoyed Halloween. That's 3 for 3 with Rob Zombie films. House of a 1,000 Corpses was sick. Devil's Rejects is one of my favorite movies and Halloween was good. This Halloween was especially good because it's Zombie's take on how Michael Myers became Michael Myers. In the originals you never get anything from his childhood. Zombie does an hour of this and then an hour of remake. Thought it was well done.
Sunday was football day, played some frisbee golf (sorry Kev) and ate pie at some co-workers place. This was sweet since the two girls that made the pie are quite good at cooking. that and they made like five pies.
Now it's on to vacation.
HEF of the Week:
Again pretty silent on the HEF's. CU and Buffalo both lost, but this is the gem of the week. Of course it comes from Buena Vista. So I'm on my way down from the press box before the game to get my coat (it was cold as a a witches titty in a brass bra in the dead of winter). Walking down the stairs. Just walking, walking, strutting, doing my thing. Bam. One misstep and I took a tumble. Fell down one thing of stairs onto the landing. Looked up and there is the Steamboat coach, a huge black referee and some lady. I'm just laying there and the black referee says "Wow boy, watch your step" before preceding to step over me. Nice. On the plus side, his zipper was down for three plus quarters and everyone (at least me) laughed at him.
I'm not totally sure what San Diego holds, but I'm sure the fellas out there have some things lined up. Preliminary things I've heard are golfing, fishing, boozing and tail chasing. All good things. Success = vacation. I'm pretty excited for this one as it will be one of the first vacations in a long time that's purely mine and doesn't involve taking time off for funeral, family gathering or benefit for a sick family member.
Plus I'm just stoked for some sun. Weather forecast for Thursday, Friday and Saturday are all in the upper 70s. Weather.com even lists Friday as the day to "plan a scenic drive." Not sure that will take place, but that can only be a good thing. Plus Friday's sounding like it could be the sickest day in recent memory.
Last thing on the vacation. I really needed one. I think this is the last step in putting a lot of stuff in perspective of stuff that's happened recently. In the end vacations are the best.
Also, I'll be starting 25 new things in the 25 days leading up to my 25th birthday. An old friend mentioned she did this and I thought it was one of the most kick ass things I've ever heard. So that's what I'm setting out to do. Should be the shit. It starts on Thursday, so hopefully I'll keep up on it. The first couple days should be easy, but I'm hoping to stick to it and do some things I would never usually do.
Onto sports.
The World Series has been absolutely, positively boring. I've decided I'm rooting for the Phillies to win at home since we might see the fans rush the field. It still to this day is one of my favorite things about sports. Plus you never see it in professional sports. In the Buffalo airport they have this huge picture of when the Bills made the playoffs in the late 80's and they rushed the field, tore down the goal posts and marched them right out of Ralph Wilson. The best part is my dad's buddy Ed is on top of the goal posts. I've loved this picture since I was 4-years-old.
On a side note, isn't this World Series a prime example of why the baseball season should effectively be shortened. This is what you get when you play baseball in Philadelphia (or about 15 other cities) in late October and possibly early November. Plus when baseball starts, it's usually miserable. Chop it down to 120 or 130 games.
CU is miserable. Just plain porous. 58-0 to Mizzou hurt in a lot of ways. But I'm not off the bandwagon. Looking at the injuries, how many young players and the schedule we've had can make a fan actually believe CU could be good in years to come. The reality is — I'm afraid to say this — is that I think this CU team is softer silk. When CU was badass, they weren't soft. Sure there were thugs, gang members and people that should be in jail on those teams, but they weren't soft. They went to battle, lined up and for the most part were meaner than the other team. That's not the case now.
The Bills are 5-2. Better than I thought they'd be. Currently we're 0-1 with the Paul Posluszny jersey. What do I do if we lose the next three? Do I ditch the jersey? Maybe I'll just buy one of the opposing team each week and throw them the classic LG sports curse. Expensive, but I can't tell you how much I'd pay for a championship.
How about Mike Singeltary? The new Niners coach — no matter how he does and I think he'll do great — should be applauded. He sent Vernon Davis to the locker room after Davis got a personal foul. Davis is the first guy you want off the bus at opposing stadiums. He's a freakish athlete. But the old thing of built like tarzan, play like Jane fits him. He acts like T.O. but plays like LG. So Singeltary, sick of Davis' bullshit, said enough is enough and sent the crybaby to the locker room.
I like that.
What I don't like that much anymore is ESPN. If there is not a game on, it's pretty much become unwatchable. Each week the hour long Sportscenter spends about 20 minutes discussing the Cowboys. Sure they're dubbed "Americas Team" but for christ sake. I don't care about Romo, I dont' care about TO, I don't care about Jerry Jones, I don't care about Wade Phillips. Unfortunately ESPN thinks I do. But this has become common place for them. They jump on a story or a team and ride that thing and put it away wet. It's horrible.
Not a whole lot is new. Weekend was pretty laid back. Friday covered Steamboat-Buena Vista football in Buena Vista. It was interesting seeing as how Buena Vista was my chief rival in high school. Thinking back, I didn't do a lot of good things in that town and I still hate it.
Saturday watched part of the CU game, then went to a buddies for Fright Night. Double feature of Poltergeist and the Rob Zombie version of Halloween. Couple thoughts on this. I was there with my buddy his fiance, another couple and a girl I know. They're all a little older than me. It was interesting in the fact that this is potentially what Saturday night has come down or will be in the future. Movie Night. Not sure if I'm ready to put away the party pants, but Movie Night was actually pretty fun. I guess in a way it was like looking into the future to see what becomes of stuff when you're done partying.
Other note. Really enjoyed Halloween. That's 3 for 3 with Rob Zombie films. House of a 1,000 Corpses was sick. Devil's Rejects is one of my favorite movies and Halloween was good. This Halloween was especially good because it's Zombie's take on how Michael Myers became Michael Myers. In the originals you never get anything from his childhood. Zombie does an hour of this and then an hour of remake. Thought it was well done.
Sunday was football day, played some frisbee golf (sorry Kev) and ate pie at some co-workers place. This was sweet since the two girls that made the pie are quite good at cooking. that and they made like five pies.
Now it's on to vacation.
HEF of the Week:
Again pretty silent on the HEF's. CU and Buffalo both lost, but this is the gem of the week. Of course it comes from Buena Vista. So I'm on my way down from the press box before the game to get my coat (it was cold as a a witches titty in a brass bra in the dead of winter). Walking down the stairs. Just walking, walking, strutting, doing my thing. Bam. One misstep and I took a tumble. Fell down one thing of stairs onto the landing. Looked up and there is the Steamboat coach, a huge black referee and some lady. I'm just laying there and the black referee says "Wow boy, watch your step" before preceding to step over me. Nice. On the plus side, his zipper was down for three plus quarters and everyone (at least me) laughed at him.
Monday, October 20, 2008
A sports and life realization
For years I wondered why in gods name did sports engulf a good portion of my life and how it works with the relationships I have with people.
There were certain things I knew.
I will have to marry a girl that's a sports fan and understands that watching football all day on Saturday and Sunday are completely normal. That Tuesday night and possibly Sunday morning are golf days with the fellas (also possibly any other day of the week). That March is for college basketball and it's completely acceptable to call-in sick. In fact if you don't at least one day, you are in fact not a fan. That fantasy football is an absolute part of everyday life. That any chance you have to attend a live sporting event is a must. That a $100 yearly subscription to Rivals is a must to be on the in. That when my teams lose, there's a couple hour process of trying to get over it. Sometimes this can be drawn out to days. That if one of the teams I bleed for (Buffalo Bills, Buffalo Sabres, Colorado Rockies, Colorado Buffs) ever wins the whole thing, I will have to be in the city to take it all in. On a side note this thought bit me two years ago when the Sabres looked like they'd at least make the Stanley Cup. Booked my flight for the dates that would cover Game 4, 5 and 6. Well the Sabres lost to the Senators in the conference finals. That hurt financially, but I chalked it up as good sports Zen.
That going to a Michigan-OSU game, Georgia-Florida game, a game at Notre Dame, a game at Lambeau Field, Fenway Park and Wrigley are all accepted expenses. Even great vacations.
That's just to name a few sports things, that I found have to be done.
In my quest to find out why sports so enthralled me, I wondered if it's just my truest of true passions. I'm not sure how I'd react if I was taken from sports for a week, month or even longer. I was in sixth grade at this camp we all had to go to. It was essentially a week in the woods, doing team building stuff. That week remains vivid because the first O.J. Simpson trial came to a verdict and the Bills played on Monday Night Football. While all the other kids were trying to see who could kiss who and who liked who, I wanted to know the results of the Juice's trial and whether the Bills won. THe counselors wouldn't let me watch any television, listen to the radio or call home. I was pissed. Real pissed. Finally I faked an illness, was able to call my mom and get the lowdown. She wanted to know if I was OK. "Of course mom," I said, "I just want to know if O.J.'s innocent and if the Bills won." THe Bills did on a last second field goal and of course the Juice was innocent.
That's sort of sick. I have wondered if it's that I just like people who are passionate about something. Anything. I think that's part of it. I love passion. I love people who are passionate. I think sports and passion go hand in hand together. I think that's why I like who I like and am interested in the people I am. They don't always necessarily like sports (most do and in some cases are just as sick as I am about it) but they have that unquestioned passion that I do. If it's for a sports team, great. If it's for something else, that interests me.
But I found something that's quite interesting the other day. Since I'm on a reading kick the past couple of weeks, I've been plowing through all sorts of stuff. I found two things that don't exactly relate to each other, but I think they give a decent correspondence on some things.
The first comes from On The Road by Jack Kerouac. Early in the book, Kerouac's trying to explain why he does what he does.
He writes:
"I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
The other comes from a story about Jim Valvano's battle with cancer. It's by Gary Smith from SI. Valvano is coming to grips with the fact he'll die within the next couple months, and wonders why sports have engulfed him. Mainly whether sports is all about winning. Valvano finds this when reading a book from Brian Glanville, a British sportswriter.
"That is why athletics are important. They demonstrate the scope of human possibility, which is unlimited. The inconceivable is conceived, and then it is accomplished."
Valvano says of the passage "That's why we strive. That's the value of sports. All those games, they mean nothing — and they mean everything."
I think if you take passage A and passage B, it's a pretty gauge for why I like people and why I like sports and how I see them intertwined. It's not really about just liking something for the way it is, it's about being passionate about something with a purpose.
Oh, and if you haven't seen Jimmy V's speech at the 1993 ESPY's, it's worth a look. Talk about passion. It's still to this day one of the best speeches I've ever seen. I still shed a few every time I see it.
Jimmy V at the Espy's.
Now that we've discussed that, here's the happenings in the life....not much. Friday played drinking games, Saturday worked before watching football and Sunday watched football all day, then Game 7 of the ALCS. Sunday was in essence Manday. Me and the Geenis, had designated seets on the couch fired up some brats and drank beer. Watched the Bills game, the Colts game, took a two-hour break to play some actual football, then came home to watch the ALCS. I ate five brats and drank probably 12 beers. Not to be outdone, Gee polished off six brats and must have drank at least 17 beers. But it was spread out so at no point were either of us drunk. It was in fact a very good day.
Other sports items:
The Buffalo Bills may be for real. I'm not going to fully say it yet, because of the curse I seem to have with sports sometimes. The other week at state golf I followed two Steamboat kids around. But since I was writing for some other papers I usually only got to watch the Steamboat kids for a couple holes. The second day I watched each of them for three holes. The one kid went par, bogey, bogey, while the other kid went double-bogey, bogey, double-bogey. Considering they shot 73 and 75 respectively, my presence brought some bad luck. I'm not doing that to the Bills. But if Paul Posluszny ever comes across this let me apologize. I just purchased a throwback jersey of you Paul. I think it will look great, but don't blame me if you tear every ligament in you lower body in next week's game.
CU is looking like it might be bowl eligible. THey have to win two of these games to get to six wins. Missouri (loss) A&M (toss-up) Oklahoma State (probable loss), Iowa State (win) and Nebraska (toss-up).
World Series time. Going into the championship series I had the Dodgers winning in 7 and the Red Sox winning in 5. Both utterly wrong.
But here's the thoughts on the WOrld Series. I think the Rays win just because they only have a couple days off. the Phillies won't have played for more than a week when Game 1 rolls around. This is reminiscent of the Rockies last year. THey had the week, the Red Sox didn't. Not saying it changes the outcome, but it thwarted Da Rox momentum.
Plus I like the starting pitching of the Rays better. The lineups are a push, maybe with a slight edge to the Phils. I like the Phil's bullpen a little better, but with David Price looking like a young Randy Johnson coming out of the bullpen, that could be up for debate. Manager wise, I'll take Joe Maddon. He just seems cool. Real cool.
HEF of the Week:
SInce I don't do much, there's not a lot to mention. I guess we'll go to our live football game on Thursday. WE played for a couple hours. But since it started as just a 3-person game, it got somewhat boring after a while. But I did run about five 40-yard dashes. Turns out I don't have world class speed. I don't even have third-world country class speed. Geenis (who counts way to fast if you ask me) counted me running a 10.4-40 yard dash. That's beyond slow. That's cold honey running down the side of the bottle slow. In all honestly with Gee counting normal, I'm probably somewhere in the mid 7's. Ussain Bolt does not have to worry about Luke Graham catching him.
There were certain things I knew.
I will have to marry a girl that's a sports fan and understands that watching football all day on Saturday and Sunday are completely normal. That Tuesday night and possibly Sunday morning are golf days with the fellas (also possibly any other day of the week). That March is for college basketball and it's completely acceptable to call-in sick. In fact if you don't at least one day, you are in fact not a fan. That fantasy football is an absolute part of everyday life. That any chance you have to attend a live sporting event is a must. That a $100 yearly subscription to Rivals is a must to be on the in. That when my teams lose, there's a couple hour process of trying to get over it. Sometimes this can be drawn out to days. That if one of the teams I bleed for (Buffalo Bills, Buffalo Sabres, Colorado Rockies, Colorado Buffs) ever wins the whole thing, I will have to be in the city to take it all in. On a side note this thought bit me two years ago when the Sabres looked like they'd at least make the Stanley Cup. Booked my flight for the dates that would cover Game 4, 5 and 6. Well the Sabres lost to the Senators in the conference finals. That hurt financially, but I chalked it up as good sports Zen.
That going to a Michigan-OSU game, Georgia-Florida game, a game at Notre Dame, a game at Lambeau Field, Fenway Park and Wrigley are all accepted expenses. Even great vacations.
That's just to name a few sports things, that I found have to be done.
In my quest to find out why sports so enthralled me, I wondered if it's just my truest of true passions. I'm not sure how I'd react if I was taken from sports for a week, month or even longer. I was in sixth grade at this camp we all had to go to. It was essentially a week in the woods, doing team building stuff. That week remains vivid because the first O.J. Simpson trial came to a verdict and the Bills played on Monday Night Football. While all the other kids were trying to see who could kiss who and who liked who, I wanted to know the results of the Juice's trial and whether the Bills won. THe counselors wouldn't let me watch any television, listen to the radio or call home. I was pissed. Real pissed. Finally I faked an illness, was able to call my mom and get the lowdown. She wanted to know if I was OK. "Of course mom," I said, "I just want to know if O.J.'s innocent and if the Bills won." THe Bills did on a last second field goal and of course the Juice was innocent.
That's sort of sick. I have wondered if it's that I just like people who are passionate about something. Anything. I think that's part of it. I love passion. I love people who are passionate. I think sports and passion go hand in hand together. I think that's why I like who I like and am interested in the people I am. They don't always necessarily like sports (most do and in some cases are just as sick as I am about it) but they have that unquestioned passion that I do. If it's for a sports team, great. If it's for something else, that interests me.
But I found something that's quite interesting the other day. Since I'm on a reading kick the past couple of weeks, I've been plowing through all sorts of stuff. I found two things that don't exactly relate to each other, but I think they give a decent correspondence on some things.
The first comes from On The Road by Jack Kerouac. Early in the book, Kerouac's trying to explain why he does what he does.
He writes:
"I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
The other comes from a story about Jim Valvano's battle with cancer. It's by Gary Smith from SI. Valvano is coming to grips with the fact he'll die within the next couple months, and wonders why sports have engulfed him. Mainly whether sports is all about winning. Valvano finds this when reading a book from Brian Glanville, a British sportswriter.
"That is why athletics are important. They demonstrate the scope of human possibility, which is unlimited. The inconceivable is conceived, and then it is accomplished."
Valvano says of the passage "That's why we strive. That's the value of sports. All those games, they mean nothing — and they mean everything."
I think if you take passage A and passage B, it's a pretty gauge for why I like people and why I like sports and how I see them intertwined. It's not really about just liking something for the way it is, it's about being passionate about something with a purpose.
Oh, and if you haven't seen Jimmy V's speech at the 1993 ESPY's, it's worth a look. Talk about passion. It's still to this day one of the best speeches I've ever seen. I still shed a few every time I see it.
Jimmy V at the Espy's.
Now that we've discussed that, here's the happenings in the life....not much. Friday played drinking games, Saturday worked before watching football and Sunday watched football all day, then Game 7 of the ALCS. Sunday was in essence Manday. Me and the Geenis, had designated seets on the couch fired up some brats and drank beer. Watched the Bills game, the Colts game, took a two-hour break to play some actual football, then came home to watch the ALCS. I ate five brats and drank probably 12 beers. Not to be outdone, Gee polished off six brats and must have drank at least 17 beers. But it was spread out so at no point were either of us drunk. It was in fact a very good day.
Other sports items:
The Buffalo Bills may be for real. I'm not going to fully say it yet, because of the curse I seem to have with sports sometimes. The other week at state golf I followed two Steamboat kids around. But since I was writing for some other papers I usually only got to watch the Steamboat kids for a couple holes. The second day I watched each of them for three holes. The one kid went par, bogey, bogey, while the other kid went double-bogey, bogey, double-bogey. Considering they shot 73 and 75 respectively, my presence brought some bad luck. I'm not doing that to the Bills. But if Paul Posluszny ever comes across this let me apologize. I just purchased a throwback jersey of you Paul. I think it will look great, but don't blame me if you tear every ligament in you lower body in next week's game.
CU is looking like it might be bowl eligible. THey have to win two of these games to get to six wins. Missouri (loss) A&M (toss-up) Oklahoma State (probable loss), Iowa State (win) and Nebraska (toss-up).
World Series time. Going into the championship series I had the Dodgers winning in 7 and the Red Sox winning in 5. Both utterly wrong.
But here's the thoughts on the WOrld Series. I think the Rays win just because they only have a couple days off. the Phillies won't have played for more than a week when Game 1 rolls around. This is reminiscent of the Rockies last year. THey had the week, the Red Sox didn't. Not saying it changes the outcome, but it thwarted Da Rox momentum.
Plus I like the starting pitching of the Rays better. The lineups are a push, maybe with a slight edge to the Phils. I like the Phil's bullpen a little better, but with David Price looking like a young Randy Johnson coming out of the bullpen, that could be up for debate. Manager wise, I'll take Joe Maddon. He just seems cool. Real cool.
HEF of the Week:
SInce I don't do much, there's not a lot to mention. I guess we'll go to our live football game on Thursday. WE played for a couple hours. But since it started as just a 3-person game, it got somewhat boring after a while. But I did run about five 40-yard dashes. Turns out I don't have world class speed. I don't even have third-world country class speed. Geenis (who counts way to fast if you ask me) counted me running a 10.4-40 yard dash. That's beyond slow. That's cold honey running down the side of the bottle slow. In all honestly with Gee counting normal, I'm probably somewhere in the mid 7's. Ussain Bolt does not have to worry about Luke Graham catching him.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Beer, beer, beer, beer
Wow. Beer Fest 08 was a show. Me and the Geenis made the trek to Denver for the Great American Beer Fest. It was what you'd think. You get a small glass that has a one ounce line in it. Go around to all the breweries you want and get an ounce of beer at a time. On a sidenote, I think it wouldn't quite be the shit show it is if they just gave you a full beer. The one ounce mindset is "hey i'm only getting one ounce, so i need to drink as fast as possible and as much as possible." Needless to say, I probably drank 8,321 ounces. Or at least I felt like it.
It started out as a HEF. I had to work on Saturday and sent my stories on the way down. We're on the Light Rail one stop from the golden nectar palace and I get a call from work that they didn't get my stories. I have to go back resend them, then get back on the light rail.
Also I went into the most disgusting porta potty in my life. I've been in some doozies when I worked construction, but this was by far the worst. To put it simply, it seemed like everyone that had been in there made every effort to not make it in the toilet.
The real kicker of beer fest that got me was towards the end, the Geenis and I had a competition to see who could drink 35 ounces first. We both made it, but that was the thing that probably did me in. Also I didn't eat anything, which is interesting because I love eating.
At the end of the beer fest, my mind goes a little fuzzy.
Things I know that happened or that people told me happened.
Bought a 12-pack to hold me over until we got to the bar (was told this)
Smoked a pack of cigarettes (was told this and I felt like an ashtray in the morning)
Was nearly smoked by a Light Rail train (told this)
Was mocked out in the Light Rail by Geenis. Ole Gee was farting and blaming me. He made a big deal that I was a sick, sick man and everyone around him seemingly agreed. (vaguely remember feeling defenseless like I couldn't say anything).
WOke up at 4 a.m. freezing cold, unsure where I was, thought I lost my glasses and realized Geenis and I were on the floor sharing a small pillow and cuddling (no worries we were either ass to ass or weiner to weiner).
It wouldn't have been a Beer Fest, however, without one huge HEF. The ex was at Beer Fest, which was fine. It was actually fun to hang out with her again. Well after the Beer Fest we all were going to head downtown to Old Chicago. Things seemingly going well, took a turn I think. We had a long talk outside of Old Chicago, leaving everybody else inside. I have no idea what we talked about, since the Beer Fest got the best of me. I guess this is probably a good thing. I had no idea what was said (i briefly remember a few things) but have an idea after seeing the text message i sent a little later. (I also sent a message to Jill on the light rail ride home when Gee was getting the people of Luke Nation to turn against me that went like this "Jill I didn't fart. I promise." Ahh technology). So that was interesting. I apologized today for having the talk I didn't remember and being such a drama queen today. I don't know, but the ex has seemed a little weird towards me lately. Understandable/Perfectly normal. It seems like there's something that is bothering her, but she won't say. Maybe I'm just over analyzing things, which I tend to do with absolutely everything.
I think we're friends, and that will continue. Unless I start doing my own beer fest every night and having conversations about stuff I don't remember.
Other things to note of. I'm doing well with everything. It seems like not a whole lot has gone right, but what are you going to do? I guess I've gained a better perspective. Things aren't as bad as they seem.
Colorado football is killing me. It's the same thing every week. Here's the script for next week. In the game early, two to three turnovers in the red zone, bone-headed mistakes, defense plays well but is on the field forever so they wear down before getting blown out in the second half. Oh and Cody Hawkins will be 8 for 25 for 71 yards with a touchdown (YES!!!) and 3 INT. Plus he'll have six balls batted down or that hit his lineman in the head. He's as tall as me and it's still up in the air on who has a stronger arm. Nice right?
The Bills were off this week, so that disappointment is still a week away.
The baseball playoffs have been decent so far. For the record before both championship series started I thought it would be Dodgers in seven and Red Sox in five. At least that will lend itself to two weeks of Manny Ramirez stories.
I'm pretty excited for this election season to be done. The debates are the worst. Neither candidate answers the questions and it's painful to watch. Imagine if life was like these debates.
"Luke what are you going to do today?"
"Thanks Jim, and I appreciate you having me today. I will answer this question. What we need to do is take care of each other. You know, really support each other."
It's unbelievable. They should allow the moderator to have a switch that could turn off the candidates mic. If you talk to long, mic off. If you're answer relates in no way to the question, mic off. Seems plausible.
Until next time
Beer Fest rules. Just be careful out there when you're drinking. It can get the best of you.
HEF of the Week.
So many to choose from. Some have been noted above and we're all in for consideration. But here's a gem. Me and Gee were crushing camo Busch's on the way down to the Beer Fest. We're crushing them on the light Rail. i have one big drink left. So I step off the light Rail like the heavyweight champion of the world, flip my head back, fire up the can of happiness to my lips, take the last rip and smile. look up and there' three cops. They come over, tell me to throw the can away and the one cop says "if you're going to the beer fest, why do you need to bring your own beer to drink on the Light Rail?" Uhhhh. good point officer. At least I didn't get a ticket or arrested. Maybe it was because they thought they'd get me on something worse later. In hindsight maybe I should have just turned myself into the jail at the beginning of the weekend. You know, save the good people of COlorado money and time.
It started out as a HEF. I had to work on Saturday and sent my stories on the way down. We're on the Light Rail one stop from the golden nectar palace and I get a call from work that they didn't get my stories. I have to go back resend them, then get back on the light rail.
Also I went into the most disgusting porta potty in my life. I've been in some doozies when I worked construction, but this was by far the worst. To put it simply, it seemed like everyone that had been in there made every effort to not make it in the toilet.
The real kicker of beer fest that got me was towards the end, the Geenis and I had a competition to see who could drink 35 ounces first. We both made it, but that was the thing that probably did me in. Also I didn't eat anything, which is interesting because I love eating.
At the end of the beer fest, my mind goes a little fuzzy.
Things I know that happened or that people told me happened.
Bought a 12-pack to hold me over until we got to the bar (was told this)
Smoked a pack of cigarettes (was told this and I felt like an ashtray in the morning)
Was nearly smoked by a Light Rail train (told this)
Was mocked out in the Light Rail by Geenis. Ole Gee was farting and blaming me. He made a big deal that I was a sick, sick man and everyone around him seemingly agreed. (vaguely remember feeling defenseless like I couldn't say anything).
WOke up at 4 a.m. freezing cold, unsure where I was, thought I lost my glasses and realized Geenis and I were on the floor sharing a small pillow and cuddling (no worries we were either ass to ass or weiner to weiner).
It wouldn't have been a Beer Fest, however, without one huge HEF. The ex was at Beer Fest, which was fine. It was actually fun to hang out with her again. Well after the Beer Fest we all were going to head downtown to Old Chicago. Things seemingly going well, took a turn I think. We had a long talk outside of Old Chicago, leaving everybody else inside. I have no idea what we talked about, since the Beer Fest got the best of me. I guess this is probably a good thing. I had no idea what was said (i briefly remember a few things) but have an idea after seeing the text message i sent a little later. (I also sent a message to Jill on the light rail ride home when Gee was getting the people of Luke Nation to turn against me that went like this "Jill I didn't fart. I promise." Ahh technology). So that was interesting. I apologized today for having the talk I didn't remember and being such a drama queen today. I don't know, but the ex has seemed a little weird towards me lately. Understandable/Perfectly normal. It seems like there's something that is bothering her, but she won't say. Maybe I'm just over analyzing things, which I tend to do with absolutely everything.
I think we're friends, and that will continue. Unless I start doing my own beer fest every night and having conversations about stuff I don't remember.
Other things to note of. I'm doing well with everything. It seems like not a whole lot has gone right, but what are you going to do? I guess I've gained a better perspective. Things aren't as bad as they seem.
Colorado football is killing me. It's the same thing every week. Here's the script for next week. In the game early, two to three turnovers in the red zone, bone-headed mistakes, defense plays well but is on the field forever so they wear down before getting blown out in the second half. Oh and Cody Hawkins will be 8 for 25 for 71 yards with a touchdown (YES!!!) and 3 INT. Plus he'll have six balls batted down or that hit his lineman in the head. He's as tall as me and it's still up in the air on who has a stronger arm. Nice right?
The Bills were off this week, so that disappointment is still a week away.
The baseball playoffs have been decent so far. For the record before both championship series started I thought it would be Dodgers in seven and Red Sox in five. At least that will lend itself to two weeks of Manny Ramirez stories.
I'm pretty excited for this election season to be done. The debates are the worst. Neither candidate answers the questions and it's painful to watch. Imagine if life was like these debates.
"Luke what are you going to do today?"
"Thanks Jim, and I appreciate you having me today. I will answer this question. What we need to do is take care of each other. You know, really support each other."
It's unbelievable. They should allow the moderator to have a switch that could turn off the candidates mic. If you talk to long, mic off. If you're answer relates in no way to the question, mic off. Seems plausible.
Until next time
Beer Fest rules. Just be careful out there when you're drinking. It can get the best of you.
HEF of the Week.
So many to choose from. Some have been noted above and we're all in for consideration. But here's a gem. Me and Gee were crushing camo Busch's on the way down to the Beer Fest. We're crushing them on the light Rail. i have one big drink left. So I step off the light Rail like the heavyweight champion of the world, flip my head back, fire up the can of happiness to my lips, take the last rip and smile. look up and there' three cops. They come over, tell me to throw the can away and the one cop says "if you're going to the beer fest, why do you need to bring your own beer to drink on the Light Rail?" Uhhhh. good point officer. At least I didn't get a ticket or arrested. Maybe it was because they thought they'd get me on something worse later. In hindsight maybe I should have just turned myself into the jail at the beginning of the weekend. You know, save the good people of COlorado money and time.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sports sucks
Is it possible to quit sports for a while? I'm not sure if I can. The problem is I'm way too invested into sports that it affects my day-to-day goings.
Case in point. Colorado gets smoked by Texas (a game in which I attended) and Buffalo got jacked by Arizona. That's back-to-back shitty days, which in turn left me feeling quite blue.
Maybe it's that I just continue to follow losers. But I couldn't do anything else but like those teams. I hold bandwagon jumpers in the same regard as I do terrorists, Nebraska football and herpes.
I am thinking that I need to give up sports for a while, though. Maybe pick up boating or something. The problem is when I like something, I go balls deep. No looking back. I'm like an SEC fan stuck in mediocre Big 12 play. Even worse like WAC play.
Since I'm a sports reporter, everyone always wants to talk sports. I'm usually up for it, but if you don't know sports as well as I do (which is the only thing I really know, besides how to suck at various elements of life, shuffleboard and beer drinking) it gets old all the time.
The other day a guy asked me if a bet he made that the New York Giants and Tennessee Titans would play in the Super Bowl was a good bet.
Sure. They're both undefeated. But hell if I was that good, I would be gambling in Vegas right now.
I'm thinking I am certainly going to give sports a break. Possibly not even watch them for a week. Disregard everything. (As I'm typing this, I figured I'd let you know Colorado just picked up a verbal commitment from a lineman. Boy do I need a hobby).
I mean this has to be healthy right?
It's quite the undertaking, but I'm going to see what happens.
Plus the Buffs are three years away from finishing third in the Big 12 North and Buffalo is three years away from moving to Toronto (yikes). On a side note, if Buffalo does move to Toronto, that's it, I'm going off the grid for a while and not looking back. I will give up sports completely. Or end up in the loony bin or federal prison for various things related to the Toronto Thunder (AKA Buffalo Bills).
Well life doesn't get any easier. A week after I believe I have things figured out, I actually have nothing figured out. The job in Fort Collins wasn't going to work out. Plus I think with the economy the way it is right now, having job security is worth more than a lot of things. Therefore a week after making a life decision, I've made a new one. I'm in Steamboat through the winter, then reavaluating stuff (which I'm currently working on). I'm satisfied with this decision. I feel kind of like a dirt bag going back and forth, but I did what I had to do. I feel like crap, but sometimes you have to do, what you have to do.
Plus I'm feeling better about things in Steamboat. On the family front, things still aren't great, but I'm going to take some time at the end of this month to deal with some things. Other things that were bothering me I feel like I've gotten a better handle on.
One thing that really helped was talking to a buddy I went to the CU game with. He had no ideas on my situation and was probably one of the best people I could talk to. He's a older than me, but has been where I'm at.
Long story (we all know I can tell them beautifully) short, he said you can't feel sorry for yourself and don't be a pussy. Pretty simple. Plus as Garth says "sometimes you just gotta do, what you gotta do."
That's about it.
Anyway, until next time. Maybe by then I'll have decided that I'm going to be a marriage counselor in Des Moines or a peep show janitor in Provo.
Oh, here's the new feature.
Hef of the Day
Happened Tuesday night in Hayden. Cover volleyball (a hef in itself) and the game is over. Go to talk to the coach. I ask a question then zone out (not uncommon). But I zoned out thinking if I told my mom I loved her the last time I talked to her. I was thinking about that when the coach finished. I said "anything else?" He said "no." I then put out this gem "Hey thanks again coach, I love you." At least he's a mid 20s guy, that thinks I'm creepy now.
Case in point. Colorado gets smoked by Texas (a game in which I attended) and Buffalo got jacked by Arizona. That's back-to-back shitty days, which in turn left me feeling quite blue.
Maybe it's that I just continue to follow losers. But I couldn't do anything else but like those teams. I hold bandwagon jumpers in the same regard as I do terrorists, Nebraska football and herpes.
I am thinking that I need to give up sports for a while, though. Maybe pick up boating or something. The problem is when I like something, I go balls deep. No looking back. I'm like an SEC fan stuck in mediocre Big 12 play. Even worse like WAC play.
Since I'm a sports reporter, everyone always wants to talk sports. I'm usually up for it, but if you don't know sports as well as I do (which is the only thing I really know, besides how to suck at various elements of life, shuffleboard and beer drinking) it gets old all the time.
The other day a guy asked me if a bet he made that the New York Giants and Tennessee Titans would play in the Super Bowl was a good bet.
Sure. They're both undefeated. But hell if I was that good, I would be gambling in Vegas right now.
I'm thinking I am certainly going to give sports a break. Possibly not even watch them for a week. Disregard everything. (As I'm typing this, I figured I'd let you know Colorado just picked up a verbal commitment from a lineman. Boy do I need a hobby).
I mean this has to be healthy right?
It's quite the undertaking, but I'm going to see what happens.
Plus the Buffs are three years away from finishing third in the Big 12 North and Buffalo is three years away from moving to Toronto (yikes). On a side note, if Buffalo does move to Toronto, that's it, I'm going off the grid for a while and not looking back. I will give up sports completely. Or end up in the loony bin or federal prison for various things related to the Toronto Thunder (AKA Buffalo Bills).
Well life doesn't get any easier. A week after I believe I have things figured out, I actually have nothing figured out. The job in Fort Collins wasn't going to work out. Plus I think with the economy the way it is right now, having job security is worth more than a lot of things. Therefore a week after making a life decision, I've made a new one. I'm in Steamboat through the winter, then reavaluating stuff (which I'm currently working on). I'm satisfied with this decision. I feel kind of like a dirt bag going back and forth, but I did what I had to do. I feel like crap, but sometimes you have to do, what you have to do.
Plus I'm feeling better about things in Steamboat. On the family front, things still aren't great, but I'm going to take some time at the end of this month to deal with some things. Other things that were bothering me I feel like I've gotten a better handle on.
One thing that really helped was talking to a buddy I went to the CU game with. He had no ideas on my situation and was probably one of the best people I could talk to. He's a older than me, but has been where I'm at.
Long story (we all know I can tell them beautifully) short, he said you can't feel sorry for yourself and don't be a pussy. Pretty simple. Plus as Garth says "sometimes you just gotta do, what you gotta do."
That's about it.
Anyway, until next time. Maybe by then I'll have decided that I'm going to be a marriage counselor in Des Moines or a peep show janitor in Provo.
Oh, here's the new feature.
Hef of the Day
Happened Tuesday night in Hayden. Cover volleyball (a hef in itself) and the game is over. Go to talk to the coach. I ask a question then zone out (not uncommon). But I zoned out thinking if I told my mom I loved her the last time I talked to her. I was thinking about that when the coach finished. I said "anything else?" He said "no." I then put out this gem "Hey thanks again coach, I love you." At least he's a mid 20s guy, that thinks I'm creepy now.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
So this is the next step.
I figured I'd start a blog since I'm a failed journalist and journalists are supposed to hate bloggers. Does this mean I hate myself or my former self or possibly even my future self? Not even close.
Anyway, Hefdubbing is interesting in itself.
The name comes from a nickname. It started in high school with this rapper Fat Lip. Pharcyde lovers unite. Anyway he has one of the sweetest videos ever. Plus this was the first rap song I knew all the words to. I was a badass after this. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SK_WfF6hf2E —Funny but a very interesting and telling portrait of society.) Anyway as word got around via me about how sweet this was, my baseball team figured we all needed names associated with the word "White" since I'd already been dubbed (pun intended for those of you who know) Fat White which was ripped from Fat Lip. Also in the song the chorus goes "who am I kidding, who am I fooling, what's up Fat Lip?" Exchange Fat White for Fat Lip and I would rock some parties in high school with people chanting my nickname. Hell we had kids going by Real White, Turkey White, Half White and Deaf White (Later changed to DK for deaf kid. No worries he was cool with it).
Fat White progressed into F-Dub my junior year. By the time we hit college, it became apparent that unusually bad things seemed to happen to me. Some my fault, some unavoidable. Anyway these became known as Hef's (Huge embarrassing Failures). Therefore I started going by Hef Dub (I tried to pass it off as being smooth with the ladies and the Hef stood for Hugh Hefner). Despite a brief bought with the name Fit-dub (yes at one point I was fit), Hef Dub seemed to stay.
Well that's carried through with people that know me. There for, if you're one of my two readers, you've officailly been hef-dubbed. I of course did the hefdubbing.
Back to the point. I am in fact at the next stop in my life. I usually have great timing with these things. I left job security, benefits and steady pay (well, not really steady pay) during a time where this country faces the biggest financial and economic crisis in a long time.
This seems to be a trend in my life.
The first week I started my internship in Craig, Sports Illustrated called and said they had a spot for a fact checking intern.
After a month in Steamboat, Longmont where I had been working part time had two full-time positions open up. Both involved covering the Broncos, Avs, Rockies and Nuggets.
But it's something I've had to do. Not to bog people down, but my decision was based on several things.
1) My family is fucked up right now, and somehow I was voted team captain of hearing problems, dealing with them and trying to be there for everyone.
2) I didn't like my job. Hey I wanted to be a sports writer since I was 10. But I don't have that passion for it anymore. I think part of it was I was worked like a good looking $4 hooker. Plus I was fooling myself into thinking I was actually happy. I wasn't.
2a) The quest to refind that passion or a new one.
3) I'm a restless person. I get pretty bored with places after a couple years. I needed something completely new. In a way, I need a change. The whole layout of the people I worked with had changed too. To quote OAR "I needed a change from this burnout scene, another time, another town, another everything.
4) It's scary to say, but something was telling me I need to grow up. I didn't want to go out all the time anymore. That's what happens when you've suffered through roughly 82,486 hangovers, plus another 26,431 times I decided instead of being hungover, I'd just keep drinking. I've had some wicked fun benders, but I think about two months ago I decided I didn't want to do that anymore. Plus there were borderline times I was on the fence of being a full-fledged drunk. I've seen what alcohol can do to people and was seeing what it was doing to me. Steamboat's not necessarily the place to try to get out of that lifestyle. Plus a lot of the people I know in Steamboat could seriously be on "Ripley's believe it or not: drinking addition." I could certainly make that show as Hef Dub can polish them off with the best. (Side tangent, i've never seen anyone drink more than my buddy Curt. I've seen him drink 84 beers in a 24-hour period. I've also seen him shotgun 41 beers in the course of a night.) We made one hell of a drinking team.
Anyway, I think I'm ready to go onto my next adventure and next phase of what I'm going to do. I figure with making that decision I should attempt to be clear minded.
5. I've been hurt by the opposite sex back-to-back in Steamboat. Needless to say ski towns are nowhere to date anyone. The last one hurt good, but I'm moving on. Without saying too much, I don't think I was treated fairly at the end and that was the part that hurt the most. Person X is a very special and unique person that's full of good qualities. Unfortunately we were both at different spots in our life and inevitably we both had a lot of areas in our life we need to work on. It helped I had people/girls that had lived in Steamboat for a while that could break it down for me. Exactly what it's like to be a girl in a Ski Town and all the stuff of being in a place like Steamboat initially. Plus I liked her more than she liked me. But as Dennis Leary says, "Life sucks, get a fucking helmet."
That's a pretty good philosophy in just moving on, which I'm currently doing right now. If person X ever comes across this, good luck and thanks for the good times.
So that's that. If you've actually read to this point, good work. If you skimmed, good work. Anyway, I have 12 days left of work in Steamboat.
I figured we'd set some goals before we left.
Camp fire next to my house.
Golf one more time in Steamboat.
Send letters to my favorite people in Steamboat.
Draft a plan of action for what I want to do with my life, while trying to stay out of financial trouble, and in turn get everything worked out with my family, while finding time to reconnect with people I haven't seen on the Front Range....Fuck it. That can wait.
Anyway, Hefdubbing is interesting in itself.
The name comes from a nickname. It started in high school with this rapper Fat Lip. Pharcyde lovers unite. Anyway he has one of the sweetest videos ever. Plus this was the first rap song I knew all the words to. I was a badass after this. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SK_WfF6hf2E —Funny but a very interesting and telling portrait of society.) Anyway as word got around via me about how sweet this was, my baseball team figured we all needed names associated with the word "White" since I'd already been dubbed (pun intended for those of you who know) Fat White which was ripped from Fat Lip. Also in the song the chorus goes "who am I kidding, who am I fooling, what's up Fat Lip?" Exchange Fat White for Fat Lip and I would rock some parties in high school with people chanting my nickname. Hell we had kids going by Real White, Turkey White, Half White and Deaf White (Later changed to DK for deaf kid. No worries he was cool with it).
Fat White progressed into F-Dub my junior year. By the time we hit college, it became apparent that unusually bad things seemed to happen to me. Some my fault, some unavoidable. Anyway these became known as Hef's (Huge embarrassing Failures). Therefore I started going by Hef Dub (I tried to pass it off as being smooth with the ladies and the Hef stood for Hugh Hefner). Despite a brief bought with the name Fit-dub (yes at one point I was fit), Hef Dub seemed to stay.
Well that's carried through with people that know me. There for, if you're one of my two readers, you've officailly been hef-dubbed. I of course did the hefdubbing.
Back to the point. I am in fact at the next stop in my life. I usually have great timing with these things. I left job security, benefits and steady pay (well, not really steady pay) during a time where this country faces the biggest financial and economic crisis in a long time.
This seems to be a trend in my life.
The first week I started my internship in Craig, Sports Illustrated called and said they had a spot for a fact checking intern.
After a month in Steamboat, Longmont where I had been working part time had two full-time positions open up. Both involved covering the Broncos, Avs, Rockies and Nuggets.
But it's something I've had to do. Not to bog people down, but my decision was based on several things.
1) My family is fucked up right now, and somehow I was voted team captain of hearing problems, dealing with them and trying to be there for everyone.
2) I didn't like my job. Hey I wanted to be a sports writer since I was 10. But I don't have that passion for it anymore. I think part of it was I was worked like a good looking $4 hooker. Plus I was fooling myself into thinking I was actually happy. I wasn't.
2a) The quest to refind that passion or a new one.
3) I'm a restless person. I get pretty bored with places after a couple years. I needed something completely new. In a way, I need a change. The whole layout of the people I worked with had changed too. To quote OAR "I needed a change from this burnout scene, another time, another town, another everything.
4) It's scary to say, but something was telling me I need to grow up. I didn't want to go out all the time anymore. That's what happens when you've suffered through roughly 82,486 hangovers, plus another 26,431 times I decided instead of being hungover, I'd just keep drinking. I've had some wicked fun benders, but I think about two months ago I decided I didn't want to do that anymore. Plus there were borderline times I was on the fence of being a full-fledged drunk. I've seen what alcohol can do to people and was seeing what it was doing to me. Steamboat's not necessarily the place to try to get out of that lifestyle. Plus a lot of the people I know in Steamboat could seriously be on "Ripley's believe it or not: drinking addition." I could certainly make that show as Hef Dub can polish them off with the best. (Side tangent, i've never seen anyone drink more than my buddy Curt. I've seen him drink 84 beers in a 24-hour period. I've also seen him shotgun 41 beers in the course of a night.) We made one hell of a drinking team.
Anyway, I think I'm ready to go onto my next adventure and next phase of what I'm going to do. I figure with making that decision I should attempt to be clear minded.
5. I've been hurt by the opposite sex back-to-back in Steamboat. Needless to say ski towns are nowhere to date anyone. The last one hurt good, but I'm moving on. Without saying too much, I don't think I was treated fairly at the end and that was the part that hurt the most. Person X is a very special and unique person that's full of good qualities. Unfortunately we were both at different spots in our life and inevitably we both had a lot of areas in our life we need to work on. It helped I had people/girls that had lived in Steamboat for a while that could break it down for me. Exactly what it's like to be a girl in a Ski Town and all the stuff of being in a place like Steamboat initially. Plus I liked her more than she liked me. But as Dennis Leary says, "Life sucks, get a fucking helmet."
That's a pretty good philosophy in just moving on, which I'm currently doing right now. If person X ever comes across this, good luck and thanks for the good times.
So that's that. If you've actually read to this point, good work. If you skimmed, good work. Anyway, I have 12 days left of work in Steamboat.
I figured we'd set some goals before we left.
Camp fire next to my house.
Golf one more time in Steamboat.
Send letters to my favorite people in Steamboat.
Draft a plan of action for what I want to do with my life, while trying to stay out of financial trouble, and in turn get everything worked out with my family, while finding time to reconnect with people I haven't seen on the Front Range....Fuck it. That can wait.
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