Shorts week

The winter keeps getting longer and longer. As the case has been I've declared this week Shorts Week. It's my way of saying I'm sick of all this god damn snow. The first couple days went off without any hiccups. Today it's snowing sideways and shorts might not have been the best idea.

But here, spring is a mentality, not a reality. So it's shorts no matter how Mother Nature bitch slaps me. Unfortunately, I've been the only one competing in Shorts Week. I guess I'll win another gold medal in my own competition. GNEISS.

It's been a busy couple of months for me. Seems like the weekends have been filled with things. This weekend we're throwing a benefit dodgeball tournament for a buddy who has skin cancer. Looking like we'll raise a good amount of money. Plus there are a ton of sweet prizes/raffle items.

After that, I'll finally have time to focus on things I really need to do. I'll be getting my nose to the grind and trying to figure out what to do. So I suppose that's exciting. I've started to stable my financial future (I'm an investor!), and some other things that needed taking care of, such as anything dealing with my future.

Went to the Rockies opening day last Friday. It was good, da Rox won, lit up Cole Hamels and looked like a team that could compete in the division.
Plus there is nothing like opening day. It's a beautiful thing. I love live baseball (live anything really), but there is something special about baseball. The way the grass is cut, the field crew, batting practice (maybe one of my favorite all-time events). I think when people look back on it, they always remember their first baseball game with their families or dads.
On Friday I went in early before the people I was with. I had to catch batting practice and just sit there by myself and take it all in. It still gives me that special feeling.
I'll always remember my first baseball game with my dad (Rockies-Braves with Terry Pendelton hitting bombs in batting practice) and with my grandpa (Denver Zephyrs and it was cold). On Friday there was a son and his dad a few rows down and a little over. They were keeping score and the kid — probably around 7 — was transfixed on the game and everything surrounding it. Mustard and ketchup all over his face, a couple of cokes and a scorebook for dad. I'm pretty sure every time I looked over, the kids old man had a smile on his face.

And that right there is why baseball is called the National Pastime.

After the game went out in Denver for a while. Went to the Thuderbird for burgers and beers and dancing. It was fun. Good times all around.
Also thinking having a lesbian friend might be the best wing-man there is. Really it is, unless you're like the big guy who has the way to create unheard levels of sexual tension, get uproariously cockblocked and can pussy out.
Either way, Friday was good fun.

Sunday's Master's was beautiful as well. Tiger and Phil going blow for blow, making it interesting, then choking. A playoff and then I ate steak. All around a phenomenal day. I loved every bit of it.

Not much else is new on this front. Hoping to get the nose to grind like I said and start to really figure some stuff out about what in the hell I'm going to do. I got two friends taking the LSAT's in June, so if I do turn to a life of crime I should be set. Let's just hope they both take the public defender road to help me out. I have no interest in law.

If anything my newest interest is dropping off the grid for a while. Really not sure if this is the best move, but it's a distinct possibility.

Trying to plan a summer trip. I'd love to go to Nashville for a couple days and just take in some live music. Plus I'd have to go to DollyWood since Dolly Parton is my girl. I've been jamming her CD recently and I'm not afraid to admit it.
Other options include: train ride from Denver to San Fran where I'd meet some buddies. Venture out to Boston to see my cousin, rent a car and hit up the far NE as well as DC and Philly. Plus I want to go to a baseball game in Baltimore. We'll see what happens.

HEF OF THE WEEK
This one is good. Covering lax and I lean against a shelf in the press box. I start to slide and I get a splinter in my ass. This causes a great deal of pain to me. Splinter went through my shorts and directly into my left butt cheek. Like I said the pain is too much, but there's a dozen or so people in the press box so, it's not like I can drop trow and get it out. So I go over to the one coaches box, close the door (people knew something was up since I never close that door). In there I must have looked like a gorilla caught in an electric fence. It couldn't have been pretty. Fluttering around with my pants loose and my hands in the back of my pants. Finally though, I got an inch splinter out of my left butt cheek. Success.