This past weekend me and 3 of my WannaBe Hoop Superstar friends participated in the 3 on 3 competitive Hoopla tournament in Midland, TX. This was our chance to relive the ole glory days and show everyone that just because we are 8 years removed from High School, we could still play some ball.
We arrived in Midland around midday Friday, got some lunch and went straight to the golf course. Looking back, we probably should have found a gym, did some drills, come up with some plays, or just actually shot a basketball, but the tournament was double elimination, and we were already talking about a post championship celebration. Plus there were three different brackets: The Couch Potatoes, The Rec League, and the All Stars. We decided to sandbag it and go with the Rec League. We hit the bed around 1 a.m. because we had to play at 8:30.
They decided that our team name should be Big John’s Sons. I never found out who John was or why we were his sons, but here is a scouting report of our team:
Big Mitch: 6’2 - 226 lbs. Former Howe Bull Dog 2A All Star.
Pros: Silky smooth left hander, Great Looking shot and intimidating facial features. Superb trash talking abilities and great shot blocker.
Cons: Can only block shots and talk trash. Plays zero defense and does not rebound. Bad knees and ankles and left his dribbling abilities back in Howe,TX.
Sambone: 6’2 – 208 lbs. Former Clarendon Bronco 2A All Star
Pros: Good all-a-round ball player. Can shoot outside and take it down low.
Cons: Terrible haircut that resembles a cross between Elvis and the crazy Indian from Dances with Wolves. Sweats a lot
Big Willy: (Team Captain) 6’9 – 245 lbs. Former High School All State, Played College Basketball
Pros: He’s 6’9, just get him the ball.
Cons: Gets extremely emotional in intense situations, yells at teammates.
Crop Duster: 6’0 – 180 lbs. Former High School 2nd Team Wannabe
Pros: Great Hair
Cons: Bad ankles. Slow as Christmas
Big John’s Sons arrive to the courts at 8:32 a.m. and the game started at 8:34 a.m. We played what appeared to be a group of short, un-athletic chumps. We were losing 12 – 6 before we finally made a few shots and snuck by with a win. It finally occurs to us that we may have a short day and quick exit ahead. We were not wrong. We quickly lost the next game where we were severely over matched by another group of un-athletic looking chumps. The third game was a small victory because we played a Ninja, a third grade girl, and a 75 yr old in a wheel chair. Our final dagger was next sent by a really good team that had special powers. They passed the ball around for an open shot, set screens, worked pick and rolls, played good defense, and rebounded. We were stunned by their super powers, so we let them win.
The rest of the day was spent Chillaxing by Big Willy’s parents (Bill and Tammy) pool, where we enjoyed ice cold beverages and ice cold water to soak our muscles, joints, tendons, ligaments and everything else that can ache on a body. We reflected on the day, the good, the bad, and the terrible basketball we displayed. It was evident that we weren’t 18 anymore, but with some practice, extensive running, and some mild weight training, we could definitely take the Rec League title next year. Bedtime 8:15 p.m.
Sunday. After a good breakfast and 4 Advil, Sambone and myself played golf with Bill. Big Willy doesn’t play and Big Mitch said “Dude, I cannot move.” It was a beautiful sunny day with just a little wind, and it was great to be outside. In about 75 strokes from me, 80 something from Sambone, a few cold ones, a great chicken salad sandwich, and 2 club throws, we decided a couple things. #1. Golf is way easier on the body than basketball #2. We are going to dominate the Couch Potato bracket next year…
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
You Talkin to Me?!
Last night I had a startling revelation. When was the last time (not work related) a telephone rang, and it was for me? I am speaking of a telephone. I moved off to college in 2001 and have lived without one ever since thanks to my cell phone. It is crazy to think of something being such a staple in our lives at one time, to just a few years later being almost non-existent. Will cell phones totally take the place of the “land” line, even in the business world? Of course they will. The phone line repairman, who wears the cool hard hats and gets to go for a ride in that bucket arm attached to his truck, will soon join the likes of the chimney sweepers and milk men.
Here’s some breaking news for you: The cell phone (texting) and the computer (email) are going to be the absolute demise of our communication skills. I will not lie, I am certainly guilty on all accounts here. It is so much easier to fire off a text message or shoot an email than it is to actually talk to someone, right? Sure seems backwards, but lately I have sent way more texts and emails than I have made phone calls. Kind of makes you wonder where it goes from here.
I read where 1992 was the year the first text message was sent, and there were somewhat of 1 million sent that year. Apparently there are about 200 times that sent, per day now. The thing I like about the good ole TM, is that you get right to the point and do not have to worry about the chit chat that goes along with, you know, a normal conversation. This is especially noted in my (and every other single dude I know) dating life. I can not tell you how many dates/movies/happy hours/concerts I have set up through a T-bomb, and that’s a terrible thing to say because I know that girls get very annoyed by this. They want the sweet guy to call them, and charm them, and beg them, but a simple “Hey! Blue Light 1030 Josh Abbott Gonna be awesome!” is so much easier! Probably why I’m single…
Yesterday I received 42 messages by email. 10 Junk, 8 Forwards, 5 reminders, you get the point, but I can count on one hand the hand written letters or cards I received in 2008. About a year ago, I watched a documentary on Ronald Reagan. It talked about how great he was a writing letters, and how letter writing was a lost art. This fascinated me to the point where I decided I would occasionally hand write a letter to someone. I sent out maybe 7 in 2008, which was about 7 more than the previous 5 years combined. It takes more time and effort, but can be more effective than 20 emails put together.
Long story, short. Pick up your phone and call someone. Ask them about their day or maybe even just call to say hi. If someone did something nice for you, get out a sheet of paper and pen, and write to them about how thankful you are of their generosity. Let’s try and keep our quality communication skills in tact before we turn into “text messaging/email shooting introverted zombies.” It will be for the better… ttyl
Here’s some breaking news for you: The cell phone (texting) and the computer (email) are going to be the absolute demise of our communication skills. I will not lie, I am certainly guilty on all accounts here. It is so much easier to fire off a text message or shoot an email than it is to actually talk to someone, right? Sure seems backwards, but lately I have sent way more texts and emails than I have made phone calls. Kind of makes you wonder where it goes from here.
I read where 1992 was the year the first text message was sent, and there were somewhat of 1 million sent that year. Apparently there are about 200 times that sent, per day now. The thing I like about the good ole TM, is that you get right to the point and do not have to worry about the chit chat that goes along with, you know, a normal conversation. This is especially noted in my (and every other single dude I know) dating life. I can not tell you how many dates/movies/happy hours/concerts I have set up through a T-bomb, and that’s a terrible thing to say because I know that girls get very annoyed by this. They want the sweet guy to call them, and charm them, and beg them, but a simple “Hey! Blue Light 1030 Josh Abbott Gonna be awesome!” is so much easier! Probably why I’m single…
Yesterday I received 42 messages by email. 10 Junk, 8 Forwards, 5 reminders, you get the point, but I can count on one hand the hand written letters or cards I received in 2008. About a year ago, I watched a documentary on Ronald Reagan. It talked about how great he was a writing letters, and how letter writing was a lost art. This fascinated me to the point where I decided I would occasionally hand write a letter to someone. I sent out maybe 7 in 2008, which was about 7 more than the previous 5 years combined. It takes more time and effort, but can be more effective than 20 emails put together.
Long story, short. Pick up your phone and call someone. Ask them about their day or maybe even just call to say hi. If someone did something nice for you, get out a sheet of paper and pen, and write to them about how thankful you are of their generosity. Let’s try and keep our quality communication skills in tact before we turn into “text messaging/email shooting introverted zombies.” It will be for the better… ttyl
Monday, April 20, 2009
Wedding in Paradise
This past weekend we married off one of my closest friends Randy “Dino” Miller in the town of Paradise, TX (population 37), and man was it a treat. They had an outside wedding at her (Jacquline Sanford Miller) parent’s place, which is a fantastic place about 8 miles off the highway literally out in the middle of nowhere.
I arrived Friday afternoon after getting lost twice, even with the help of a detailed direction sheet and a GPS device. Dino and I relaxed while the family hastily finished up the last minute things that needed to be done for the wedding (these last minute things naturally lasted right up until the wedding). Right before the rehearsal I informed Dino that I had purchased two Southwest tickets to Vegas for the both of us just incase he needed to bail. He pondered… and declined.
Before we left to go to the Rehearsal dinner, where I was to give my Best Man’s speech, he informed me that I was allowed to bring up “What ever I wanted.” This was extremely brave on his part, and I thought about burying him so that we could make our Vegas flight. He was more nervous about that speech than I was, and I had prepared three different versions of it. Jacquline is a wonderful person and friend, so I decided to give the “nice” one. Wedding still on. We finished the night with a late night Jam session that ended about 3 am.
Saturday, the Big day, was spent on more last minute things. I’ve been apart of many weddings, but never exactly right in the middle of the pandemonium, and I quickly learned why you should only get married once. The amount of time, money, and effort alone spent on a wedding could drive anybody insane. Everything got finished just in time, and the wedding was on. It was perfect and even included a small rain shower that kept us from getting hot in our suits.
The reception was glorious, equipped with great food and wonderful beverages. I got to catch up with some friends that I haven’t seen, play a Blue Edmondson song that I didn’t screw up too bad, and of course show off my great dancing skills (great might of been a bad choice in adjectives). After we sent the newlyweds off, we danced til very late in the evening.
The Bit
At every single one of my friends and family’s weddings I am always asked the dreaded question “When are you getting married” at least a couple times. It’s usually a 50 something year old mother of one of my friends. I decided that it would be hilarious to respond with a straight face “I’m Gay.” I had to find the right person or it just would not work. The first three were either from Grandmothers or ladies I did not know very well, so I did not go through with it. It was almost 2 am, after I had pretty much given up on the idea when the stars aligned, and I got a hangin curve ball right down the center of the plate. I was country dancing with a mother of one of my friends when the 5 words came out that I had been waiting for all evening. I was caught off guard and almost starting laughing right then, but I composed myself and replied with a straight faced “I’m Gay.” Her reaction was what appeared to be a combination of a heart attack and a seizure. It was priceless. One of my buddies who knew about the Bit was sitting close by and realized that I had successfully pulled it off, so he started laughing and I just lost it. When she finally came to, I think she thought it was funny and took it really well. The bit was a success, and I should probably retire it, but who knows.
All in All, it was a great weekend. Dino is now married to a great girl, and is on a huge cruise ship out in the Caribbean right now. I wish nothing but the absolute best for him and his new wife, and look forward to the great times we can share in the future. On my glorious drive back to Lubbock today I have decided a few things that I want to keep in mind once I find a girl that is insane enough to marry me: 1. Eloping has more advantages than just being quick and easy. 2. Do not undervalue the predictability of an inside wedding…
I arrived Friday afternoon after getting lost twice, even with the help of a detailed direction sheet and a GPS device. Dino and I relaxed while the family hastily finished up the last minute things that needed to be done for the wedding (these last minute things naturally lasted right up until the wedding). Right before the rehearsal I informed Dino that I had purchased two Southwest tickets to Vegas for the both of us just incase he needed to bail. He pondered… and declined.
Before we left to go to the Rehearsal dinner, where I was to give my Best Man’s speech, he informed me that I was allowed to bring up “What ever I wanted.” This was extremely brave on his part, and I thought about burying him so that we could make our Vegas flight. He was more nervous about that speech than I was, and I had prepared three different versions of it. Jacquline is a wonderful person and friend, so I decided to give the “nice” one. Wedding still on. We finished the night with a late night Jam session that ended about 3 am.
Saturday, the Big day, was spent on more last minute things. I’ve been apart of many weddings, but never exactly right in the middle of the pandemonium, and I quickly learned why you should only get married once. The amount of time, money, and effort alone spent on a wedding could drive anybody insane. Everything got finished just in time, and the wedding was on. It was perfect and even included a small rain shower that kept us from getting hot in our suits.
The reception was glorious, equipped with great food and wonderful beverages. I got to catch up with some friends that I haven’t seen, play a Blue Edmondson song that I didn’t screw up too bad, and of course show off my great dancing skills (great might of been a bad choice in adjectives). After we sent the newlyweds off, we danced til very late in the evening.
The Bit
At every single one of my friends and family’s weddings I am always asked the dreaded question “When are you getting married” at least a couple times. It’s usually a 50 something year old mother of one of my friends. I decided that it would be hilarious to respond with a straight face “I’m Gay.” I had to find the right person or it just would not work. The first three were either from Grandmothers or ladies I did not know very well, so I did not go through with it. It was almost 2 am, after I had pretty much given up on the idea when the stars aligned, and I got a hangin curve ball right down the center of the plate. I was country dancing with a mother of one of my friends when the 5 words came out that I had been waiting for all evening. I was caught off guard and almost starting laughing right then, but I composed myself and replied with a straight faced “I’m Gay.” Her reaction was what appeared to be a combination of a heart attack and a seizure. It was priceless. One of my buddies who knew about the Bit was sitting close by and realized that I had successfully pulled it off, so he started laughing and I just lost it. When she finally came to, I think she thought it was funny and took it really well. The bit was a success, and I should probably retire it, but who knows.
All in All, it was a great weekend. Dino is now married to a great girl, and is on a huge cruise ship out in the Caribbean right now. I wish nothing but the absolute best for him and his new wife, and look forward to the great times we can share in the future. On my glorious drive back to Lubbock today I have decided a few things that I want to keep in mind once I find a girl that is insane enough to marry me: 1. Eloping has more advantages than just being quick and easy. 2. Do not undervalue the predictability of an inside wedding…
Thursday, April 16, 2009
The Road Goes on Forever and …….
I will be headed out this afternoon to the North Dallas area for the wedding of one of my best friends in the world, Dino. I will give a wrap up of the wedding when I get back. I am planning on a hilarious bit*, and we will see how it goes.
I don’t know if you have ever had the pleasure of driving from Lubbock to Dallas, but it is the most fantastic 5 ½ hours of your life. Actually I rather cut my leg off with a dull pocket knife to free myself from Bear trap than to make that drive. Not really, but it is boring and very not-scenic. I estimate that I have driven it back and forth somewhere around 125 times in my seven years here, and that is somewhere around 40,000 miles. I get asked all the time, “Hey man, you are here (Dallas) all the time. Why don’t you just move back?” Actually I don’t have the time to write an answer to that question.
Let’s just say that in Lubbock, I’m only 5 ½ hours from Dallas, and while I detest the drive, it is only 5 ½ hours. After say the 80th time to make the drive, it’s just something you accept. I actually don’t even think much of it when I start out for Dallas. I get in what I call the driving to Dallas zone, and I pretty much all but go to sleep. I’ll come to, from time to time, just to make sure that I haven’t missed an exit or to find that Gatorade bottle to relieve myself, of course I do not stop.
It’s the drive back to Lubbock that is the worst. I am usually so tired (and yes sometimes hung-over) that I can’t get into my zone because of the fear of actually going to sleep. I can never find the right song to listen to, the wind is always blowing me all over the road, the sun is right in my eyes because I took too long to finally leave, and the Semi-Trucks always block the road driving at a dawdling pace of 65 mph! I usually hate myself at this time for ever going back to Dallas in the first place.
At about Seymour, TX (halfway), I always vow to myself that I will not make that atrocious drive for at least one month, maybe even two, or three! and if I do maybe I'll just fly next time. When I finally make it to my house, I do not unload one thing from my car. I just jump right into bed and think how great it’s going to be to not have to deal with that stupid drive for a long, long time. This is until the next morning, when I usually get an email from my buddy Smitty saying “Hey Man, Dave (insert any rock band here) is coming to town in two weeks!” and roadtrip #127 has just been planned…
* Bit- a bit is a plot, usually comical, where one person is doing or saying something that the other party thinks is real but actually it is not. It’s a joke.
I don’t know if you have ever had the pleasure of driving from Lubbock to Dallas, but it is the most fantastic 5 ½ hours of your life. Actually I rather cut my leg off with a dull pocket knife to free myself from Bear trap than to make that drive. Not really, but it is boring and very not-scenic. I estimate that I have driven it back and forth somewhere around 125 times in my seven years here, and that is somewhere around 40,000 miles. I get asked all the time, “Hey man, you are here (Dallas) all the time. Why don’t you just move back?” Actually I don’t have the time to write an answer to that question.
Let’s just say that in Lubbock, I’m only 5 ½ hours from Dallas, and while I detest the drive, it is only 5 ½ hours. After say the 80th time to make the drive, it’s just something you accept. I actually don’t even think much of it when I start out for Dallas. I get in what I call the driving to Dallas zone, and I pretty much all but go to sleep. I’ll come to, from time to time, just to make sure that I haven’t missed an exit or to find that Gatorade bottle to relieve myself, of course I do not stop.
It’s the drive back to Lubbock that is the worst. I am usually so tired (and yes sometimes hung-over) that I can’t get into my zone because of the fear of actually going to sleep. I can never find the right song to listen to, the wind is always blowing me all over the road, the sun is right in my eyes because I took too long to finally leave, and the Semi-Trucks always block the road driving at a dawdling pace of 65 mph! I usually hate myself at this time for ever going back to Dallas in the first place.
At about Seymour, TX (halfway), I always vow to myself that I will not make that atrocious drive for at least one month, maybe even two, or three! and if I do maybe I'll just fly next time. When I finally make it to my house, I do not unload one thing from my car. I just jump right into bed and think how great it’s going to be to not have to deal with that stupid drive for a long, long time. This is until the next morning, when I usually get an email from my buddy Smitty saying “Hey Man, Dave (insert any rock band here) is coming to town in two weeks!” and roadtrip #127 has just been planned…
* Bit- a bit is a plot, usually comical, where one person is doing or saying something that the other party thinks is real but actually it is not. It’s a joke.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Masters Sunday
The final round of the Masters golf tournament was held today. This is my recap and some general information on this tournament. Mostly for those who don’t watch, care about, or know much of anything about golf and are wondering what all the talk is about around the water cooler.
A Brief Background of Augusta National and The Masters Golf Tournament
First and foremost The Masters is played in at the Augusta National Golf Course in Augusta Georgia. This golf course is the holy shrine of holy shrines of golf courses, and probably one of the toughest courses in the world. If you polled every golfer on the planet and gave them one golf course to play before they died 95% would say Augusta National (the other 5% are liars).
The Masters Tournament is one of the 4 Major Golf Tournaments on the PGA tour, and this was the 75th year to be in existence. It is the Mecca of all golf tournaments, and what we all dreamed about winning when we were younger. The winner receives about $1.3 Million, a trophy, a green jacket, and above all else the title “Masters Champion” will precede his name every time he is introduced for the rest of his life. A win at this Tournament would be like winning a Powerball Lottery to a regular person, except for the fact that it actually lasts a lifetime.
A Layman’s 2009 Masters Recap
The Players
Tiger Woods and Phil Mickelson (both who have won) were the favorites coming into the Tournament on Thursday. They struggled the three days and were about 6 shots out of the lead entering the final day today and were paired together (Meaning they were playing together).
Kenny Perry and Angel Cabrera (both looking for their first Master’s win) were in the lead the final day and paired together.
Chad Campbell (no Master’s wins), from Andrews Texas (West Texas USA) was a few shots back starting the day. This shy looking, over weight golfer was who we were rooting for!
All the other golfers in the field are irrelevant to this story, except for Todd Hamilton (from Plano, TX) who is getting a bit old and probably about to lose his card (not going to play on the PGA Tour) finished a solid tied for 15th and a decent $131,250 for his efforts. Nicely done Sir!
The Final Day
Phil Mickelson gets out of the box at an incredible pace, shooting a tournament record 30 (six under par) on the front nine. He gets to within one shot of the leaders when he proceeds to hit an unbelievably terrible shot into the water on the par 3 12th hole. It was not that long of a hole (only 154 yards) and Phil has played it a million times. It brings up a great question that we have to ask Phil from time to time, “What in the hell were you thinking!!??” He made double bogey 5 and never recovered, finishing 5th.
Tiger never really had his game together all week, and struggled again on Sunday. This is pretty hilarious because even playing bad for Tiger all week he still finished tied for 6th and $243,000 richer (pocket change for Tiger). Had Tiger of been playing just average for Tiger he probably would have won. If he’d of been playing good he would have won by 8 shots.
Chad Campbell turned it on today (played great golf) and finished the 72 hole tournament tied for the lead. My thoughts are “He is Texan, he will win the playoff.”
Angel Cabrera (from Argentina) was my least favorite starting the round until the commentators mentioned the fact that he was truly a great person to be around, and that he goes out of his way to send tons of money back to Argentina for schools and underprivileged children. So now we are rooting for him as well. He finishes tied for the lead also.
Kenny Perry at forty-nine years old, overweight, and is trying to become the oldest golfer to ever win the Masters. He is also known as the nicest guy on the PGA Tour and you can tell this in his interviews. He played very solid and had a two shot lead going into the 17th. He proceeded to go bogey, bogey on the 17th and 18th to lose his lead. I don’t know if it was his nerves or that he needed an Ensure and a hot pack, but he choked like a dog!
It came down to a very exciting 3 man playoff with the Argentine taking home the Green Jacket after Campbell and Perry basically gave away the tournament. It should be noted that the amount of pressure that these guys went through is not really even imaginable and I am sure cannot be put into words. It was a fantastic tournament and took up the better part of my weekend.
I followed up The Masters as I do every year with a practice session out at the local golf course’s putting and chipping green. I’ve decided in twenty three years I could be forty-nine and playing a final round at The Masters. I’ll be overweight and exhausted, but you can bet I’ll be sure to pack the Ensure and hot pack…
A Brief Background of Augusta National and The Masters Golf Tournament
First and foremost The Masters is played in at the Augusta National Golf Course in Augusta Georgia. This golf course is the holy shrine of holy shrines of golf courses, and probably one of the toughest courses in the world. If you polled every golfer on the planet and gave them one golf course to play before they died 95% would say Augusta National (the other 5% are liars).
The Masters Tournament is one of the 4 Major Golf Tournaments on the PGA tour, and this was the 75th year to be in existence. It is the Mecca of all golf tournaments, and what we all dreamed about winning when we were younger. The winner receives about $1.3 Million, a trophy, a green jacket, and above all else the title “Masters Champion” will precede his name every time he is introduced for the rest of his life. A win at this Tournament would be like winning a Powerball Lottery to a regular person, except for the fact that it actually lasts a lifetime.
A Layman’s 2009 Masters Recap
The Players
Tiger Woods and Phil Mickelson (both who have won) were the favorites coming into the Tournament on Thursday. They struggled the three days and were about 6 shots out of the lead entering the final day today and were paired together (Meaning they were playing together).
Kenny Perry and Angel Cabrera (both looking for their first Master’s win) were in the lead the final day and paired together.
Chad Campbell (no Master’s wins), from Andrews Texas (West Texas USA) was a few shots back starting the day. This shy looking, over weight golfer was who we were rooting for!
All the other golfers in the field are irrelevant to this story, except for Todd Hamilton (from Plano, TX) who is getting a bit old and probably about to lose his card (not going to play on the PGA Tour) finished a solid tied for 15th and a decent $131,250 for his efforts. Nicely done Sir!
The Final Day
Phil Mickelson gets out of the box at an incredible pace, shooting a tournament record 30 (six under par) on the front nine. He gets to within one shot of the leaders when he proceeds to hit an unbelievably terrible shot into the water on the par 3 12th hole. It was not that long of a hole (only 154 yards) and Phil has played it a million times. It brings up a great question that we have to ask Phil from time to time, “What in the hell were you thinking!!??” He made double bogey 5 and never recovered, finishing 5th.
Tiger never really had his game together all week, and struggled again on Sunday. This is pretty hilarious because even playing bad for Tiger all week he still finished tied for 6th and $243,000 richer (pocket change for Tiger). Had Tiger of been playing just average for Tiger he probably would have won. If he’d of been playing good he would have won by 8 shots.
Chad Campbell turned it on today (played great golf) and finished the 72 hole tournament tied for the lead. My thoughts are “He is Texan, he will win the playoff.”
Angel Cabrera (from Argentina) was my least favorite starting the round until the commentators mentioned the fact that he was truly a great person to be around, and that he goes out of his way to send tons of money back to Argentina for schools and underprivileged children. So now we are rooting for him as well. He finishes tied for the lead also.
Kenny Perry at forty-nine years old, overweight, and is trying to become the oldest golfer to ever win the Masters. He is also known as the nicest guy on the PGA Tour and you can tell this in his interviews. He played very solid and had a two shot lead going into the 17th. He proceeded to go bogey, bogey on the 17th and 18th to lose his lead. I don’t know if it was his nerves or that he needed an Ensure and a hot pack, but he choked like a dog!
It came down to a very exciting 3 man playoff with the Argentine taking home the Green Jacket after Campbell and Perry basically gave away the tournament. It should be noted that the amount of pressure that these guys went through is not really even imaginable and I am sure cannot be put into words. It was a fantastic tournament and took up the better part of my weekend.
I followed up The Masters as I do every year with a practice session out at the local golf course’s putting and chipping green. I’ve decided in twenty three years I could be forty-nine and playing a final round at The Masters. I’ll be overweight and exhausted, but you can bet I’ll be sure to pack the Ensure and hot pack…
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Dusting #1
I am not a conformist.
I take a considerable amount of pride in doing things on my own, in my own way. I hate instruction manuals. I get an extreme amount of satisfaction in putting together a computer desk without the 15 step guide. Even if it takes me two days, three nights, and a War and Peace novel to keep it level. I do not get this from my Mom, she actually reads those things for fun (true statement).
I kid.
However, thanks to my dear brother jumping on the Blogging board, and crazy amounts of pressure from others (not really), it is time that I start my Blogging adventure. I do this not even knowing what a Blog is, who came up with it, or what the crap it stands for. It actually reminds me of something that comes from the nasal cavity.
I have nothing planned about what my goal or intentions are for this Blog, maybe they will change from time to time. Maybe it will be about The World According to Greg (that is just ridiculous, sorry I wrote that). Probably just about experiences, people, and the occasional random thoughts that float through my head from time to time. I seriously doubt it will be serious, seriously. I hope it will share a bit more about me that you may not know and above all bring some humor into the lives of my friends and family (or the occasional internet surfer who is supposed to be working).
I will warn you.
I have serious problems with spelling, grammar, punctuation and anything else that has to do with English, Language Arts or Literature. I thank the good Lord everyday for Microsoft Word and the wonderful red and green squiggly lines under misspelled words and run-on sentences. I would be better off had I spent more time reading Owners Manuals or books like War and Peace…
I take a considerable amount of pride in doing things on my own, in my own way. I hate instruction manuals. I get an extreme amount of satisfaction in putting together a computer desk without the 15 step guide. Even if it takes me two days, three nights, and a War and Peace novel to keep it level. I do not get this from my Mom, she actually reads those things for fun (true statement).
I kid.
However, thanks to my dear brother jumping on the Blogging board, and crazy amounts of pressure from others (not really), it is time that I start my Blogging adventure. I do this not even knowing what a Blog is, who came up with it, or what the crap it stands for. It actually reminds me of something that comes from the nasal cavity.
I have nothing planned about what my goal or intentions are for this Blog, maybe they will change from time to time. Maybe it will be about The World According to Greg (that is just ridiculous, sorry I wrote that). Probably just about experiences, people, and the occasional random thoughts that float through my head from time to time. I seriously doubt it will be serious, seriously. I hope it will share a bit more about me that you may not know and above all bring some humor into the lives of my friends and family (or the occasional internet surfer who is supposed to be working).
I will warn you.
I have serious problems with spelling, grammar, punctuation and anything else that has to do with English, Language Arts or Literature. I thank the good Lord everyday for Microsoft Word and the wonderful red and green squiggly lines under misspelled words and run-on sentences. I would be better off had I spent more time reading Owners Manuals or books like War and Peace…
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