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.