Our last full day on the island was a rather interesting one, as I'll try to illustrate below...
6:45--One of our players leaves for home, having had a grandparent pass away earlier in the week. Her travel debacle will be detailed in the next blog.
9:15--Supposed to leave for a practice at a different gym than the one we played our games at. However, we had 6 different players late for the taxi.
9:50--Arrive at the BCB Middle School on St. Thomas, where we were to practice from 10:00-noon. Walk into a rubber-floor 80-foot floor gym with 4 hoops and approximately 392 kids running around.
Luckily, the PE "teacher", Avery, ended up being one of the best people I met on the island. Avery says that the tournament director never called him to confirm the practice time. And, needless to say, the Island Times people failed to tell us that the gym would be the worst gym that we would ever walk into. However, Avery is gracious enough to clear the gym of most of the kids and let us practice, which, due to the poor floor, consisted essentially of running and more running.
The "best" kids were allowed to stay and watch us practice. It was a rather eye-opening talk with some of them afterward. The kids were absolutely mesmerized by pre-wrap. Many of them had never seen anyone get their ankle taped. The boys' favorite player on our team was our only left-handed player....apparently being left-handed is considered to be lucky in the Virgin Islands.
Our practice was cut short by roughly 45 minutes for a reason that every US team has to deal with--a steel-drum band began setting up for a school assembly.
12:15--Get back to resort to eat lunch, which was KFC. It was honestly one of the 2 best meals I ate all week long on the island. For some reason, the St Thomas KFC has french fries for a side item, and the gravy comes in styrofoam shot glasses.
1:50--Leave for a shopping excursion to St John, another one of the Virgin Islands. We had to take a ferry across the gulf to get to the island.
4:15--Leave island early. Very bored. St John was a very small, extremely expensive island.
5:00--Find out that some of the other kids not very bored, as five of them got temporarily lost in the woods of the National Park on the island en route to the beach.
7:00--Kristen and I had a nice, relaxing dinner in the upscale restaurant on the resort. This was the best meal I had all week.
8:45--For dessert, one of our players comes to our room complaining of foot pain. Turns out she stepped on what we believed was a sea urchin. She went directly to an Urgent Care facility when we got back from our trip from Hell the next day and found out that she had a rock and some glass in the cut.
Our head coach rooted around inside of her heel with various objects to try to get the rock out, including a nail file, a small metal implement designed to do Lord knows what, and a fingernail clipper.
We sent her away in tremendous pain after an hour of digging away inside her heel.
10:40--Ended the night by going to the pool and watching a lot of white people dance awkwardly.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Sawing a travel log
In reverse fashion, I'll attempt to somehow bring to life through the magic of words our trip we took to teh Virgin Islands with our team...specifically, we played two games on the island of St Thomas while staying in the Wyndham Resort and Spa on the island. I'm going to start with the last day because it seemed like it lasted about 3 days.
7:30--Awoke to head to the downtown shopping market.
8:00--Took the island "taxi", which is basically the Silver Lake sand dune open-air 15-passenger truck, to a shopping market. My personal highlight was haggling with the local merchants over pricing, including nearly getting a purse thrown at me. Didn't purchase anything, but enjoyed being asked roughly 3,000 times if I wanted my hair braided.
10:00--Returned to hotel room to finish packing for the trip, only to find one of our players still suffering from a heel injury after stepping on a sea urchin. I'm not making that sentence up.
11:00--Soaked in some last-minute rays at the pool.
11:12--Put my shirt back on, much to the relief of the people at the pool.
1:00--Left for the airport. This should have been a 20-minute drive.
1:15--Roughly 5 minutes away from the airport, saw a major accident on the only main road on the island from our hotel to the airport. At this point, we actually went back toward the hotel and began a circle tour of the island.
We had a great driver who knew we couldn't be late for our flight, so he began a drive that I can only describe as harrowing, treacherous, and panic-inducing. I was (un)lucky enough to sit in the front seat at a window. This means that I basically always had a body part hanging outside the vehicle as we took one hairpin turn after another while traversing some seriously steep hills.
2:18--Arrived in one piece at the airport to find our bags, which were taken by a separate van, laying on the curb awaiting our arrival, which was one of about four thousand issues we would have with the people responsible with running this tournament.
2:25--Began the incredibly ardous process of going through security for our flight, which was to leave the island at 3:50.
2:26--Found out that our flight was going to leave early (3:35). Began shoving toddlers in order to get further ahead in line.
3:20--After purchasing the single worst hot dog I have ever eaten in my life, was shouted down by a flight attendant who claimed that we needed to hurry up and get on the plane even though one of our players was still in TSA custody. Turns out that person was a 55-year old woman.
3:36--Got on plane to find out that we were leaving early because we had to fly to Puerto Rico. Was not told by ANYONE involved with United Airlines (Comic Book Guy voice--WORST AIRLINE EVER) that we were going to Puerto Rico.
3:55--Upon arrival in Puerto Rico, one of our players asked if Puerto Rico was a part of Mexico. Immediately consider a career change.
3:59--Ask a different player what they know about Puerto Rico. They think it's another part of the Virgin Islands.
4:01--Place a call to the education department at MSJ.
4:43--Leave PR for Dulles Intl Airport in DC.
8:05--Arrive ahead of schedule in DC to see that our flight to Indy is scheduled to leave on time at 9:45
8:20--Find out flight is delayed 35 minutes. The gate attendant, who didn't exactly use the English language as much as he abused it, stated, "The flight is delayed because fog is around the air at the Indy airport."
8:23--Eat as many Auntie Anne's pretzel bites as it takes to forget about it. Final total--34 bites, 4 packets of sweet mustard sauce.
9:58--Board plane. Our tickets won't scan. Gate attendant asks, "Where place did you go from with these tickets?"
10:09--In what I can only describe as the single scariest moment of my life, the plane's power completely goes out as stewardess (excuse me, PERSON, begins safety talk). That's right---the plane's power completely went out. Person's response? "This happens all the time."
10:10--Try to figure out another profession which can re-name itself whenever it wants to. Cannot come up with one, but resolve to call garbagemen "individuals" from now on.
10:19--Find out that the smaller planes at Dulles work off of "secondary power" while boarding and if engines aren't fully fired before exiting the power grid, the plane fully blacks out.
10:20--Attempt to black myself out by hanging myself with my earphones.
10:32--Plane loses power twice more. Small angina attack suffered by multiple people on board.
10:47--Still awaiting takeoff, the pilot states that the onboard steering computer hasn't fully come back to "operational status"; thus, we are returning to the hangar.
10:59--Stumble back into the United terminal with a surly lot of travelers.
11:30--Re-assess meaning of life.
11:50--Reboard plane.
12:17--Pilot comes on and states "once we get up in the air, I will fly it like I stole it."
12:19--Absolutely no joke; someone asks the PERSON if the pilot has flown before.
2:20--Arrive in Indy and pick up luggage; get on charter bus with a driver who steadfastly refuses to A) drive without swerving for no reason, and B) will not drive faster than 66 MPH at any time.
4:45--Get to MSJ. Hold the shortest and quietest team meeting in program history.
5:35--Go to sleep.
7:30--Awoke to head to the downtown shopping market.
8:00--Took the island "taxi", which is basically the Silver Lake sand dune open-air 15-passenger truck, to a shopping market. My personal highlight was haggling with the local merchants over pricing, including nearly getting a purse thrown at me. Didn't purchase anything, but enjoyed being asked roughly 3,000 times if I wanted my hair braided.
10:00--Returned to hotel room to finish packing for the trip, only to find one of our players still suffering from a heel injury after stepping on a sea urchin. I'm not making that sentence up.
11:00--Soaked in some last-minute rays at the pool.
11:12--Put my shirt back on, much to the relief of the people at the pool.
1:00--Left for the airport. This should have been a 20-minute drive.
1:15--Roughly 5 minutes away from the airport, saw a major accident on the only main road on the island from our hotel to the airport. At this point, we actually went back toward the hotel and began a circle tour of the island.
We had a great driver who knew we couldn't be late for our flight, so he began a drive that I can only describe as harrowing, treacherous, and panic-inducing. I was (un)lucky enough to sit in the front seat at a window. This means that I basically always had a body part hanging outside the vehicle as we took one hairpin turn after another while traversing some seriously steep hills.
2:18--Arrived in one piece at the airport to find our bags, which were taken by a separate van, laying on the curb awaiting our arrival, which was one of about four thousand issues we would have with the people responsible with running this tournament.
2:25--Began the incredibly ardous process of going through security for our flight, which was to leave the island at 3:50.
2:26--Found out that our flight was going to leave early (3:35). Began shoving toddlers in order to get further ahead in line.
3:20--After purchasing the single worst hot dog I have ever eaten in my life, was shouted down by a flight attendant who claimed that we needed to hurry up and get on the plane even though one of our players was still in TSA custody. Turns out that person was a 55-year old woman.
3:36--Got on plane to find out that we were leaving early because we had to fly to Puerto Rico. Was not told by ANYONE involved with United Airlines (Comic Book Guy voice--WORST AIRLINE EVER) that we were going to Puerto Rico.
3:55--Upon arrival in Puerto Rico, one of our players asked if Puerto Rico was a part of Mexico. Immediately consider a career change.
3:59--Ask a different player what they know about Puerto Rico. They think it's another part of the Virgin Islands.
4:01--Place a call to the education department at MSJ.
4:43--Leave PR for Dulles Intl Airport in DC.
8:05--Arrive ahead of schedule in DC to see that our flight to Indy is scheduled to leave on time at 9:45
8:20--Find out flight is delayed 35 minutes. The gate attendant, who didn't exactly use the English language as much as he abused it, stated, "The flight is delayed because fog is around the air at the Indy airport."
8:23--Eat as many Auntie Anne's pretzel bites as it takes to forget about it. Final total--34 bites, 4 packets of sweet mustard sauce.
9:58--Board plane. Our tickets won't scan. Gate attendant asks, "Where place did you go from with these tickets?"
10:09--In what I can only describe as the single scariest moment of my life, the plane's power completely goes out as stewardess (excuse me, PERSON, begins safety talk). That's right---the plane's power completely went out. Person's response? "This happens all the time."
10:10--Try to figure out another profession which can re-name itself whenever it wants to. Cannot come up with one, but resolve to call garbagemen "individuals" from now on.
10:19--Find out that the smaller planes at Dulles work off of "secondary power" while boarding and if engines aren't fully fired before exiting the power grid, the plane fully blacks out.
10:20--Attempt to black myself out by hanging myself with my earphones.
10:32--Plane loses power twice more. Small angina attack suffered by multiple people on board.
10:47--Still awaiting takeoff, the pilot states that the onboard steering computer hasn't fully come back to "operational status"; thus, we are returning to the hangar.
10:59--Stumble back into the United terminal with a surly lot of travelers.
11:30--Re-assess meaning of life.
11:50--Reboard plane.
12:17--Pilot comes on and states "once we get up in the air, I will fly it like I stole it."
12:19--Absolutely no joke; someone asks the PERSON if the pilot has flown before.
2:20--Arrive in Indy and pick up luggage; get on charter bus with a driver who steadfastly refuses to A) drive without swerving for no reason, and B) will not drive faster than 66 MPH at any time.
4:45--Get to MSJ. Hold the shortest and quietest team meeting in program history.
5:35--Go to sleep.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thanx thoughts
#1--The FOX robotic turkey is going to give me nightmares
#2--After Calvin Johnson landed following his catch in the fourth quarter, cameras showed him wincing. I've had that same pained look some mornings following Pub Punch.
#3--Man am I glad I traded for Maurice Morris this week. Thanks Helly! I got a good 2 TD feeling about him this week against the Rams
#4--I love making sandwiches with Thanksgiving leftovers
#5--Huge said today the Sparties are going 30-5 this year. As much as I love screaming PARK PRIDE...I just cannot see that happening at all. Sparties struggled to get clutch hoops against UCLA two nights ago....lacking a consistent inside scorer at this point.
#6--Huge is a complete mo-ron
#7--RynoDave may have sewn up Helly's wild card spot with the Willie Parker disaster.
#8--Cannot get enough of the Bill Parcells Coors LIght commercials. That's a good thing...that's not a bad thing.
#2--After Calvin Johnson landed following his catch in the fourth quarter, cameras showed him wincing. I've had that same pained look some mornings following Pub Punch.
#3--Man am I glad I traded for Maurice Morris this week. Thanks Helly! I got a good 2 TD feeling about him this week against the Rams
#4--I love making sandwiches with Thanksgiving leftovers
#5--Huge said today the Sparties are going 30-5 this year. As much as I love screaming PARK PRIDE...I just cannot see that happening at all. Sparties struggled to get clutch hoops against UCLA two nights ago....lacking a consistent inside scorer at this point.
#6--Huge is a complete mo-ron
#7--RynoDave may have sewn up Helly's wild card spot with the Willie Parker disaster.
#8--Cannot get enough of the Bill Parcells Coors LIght commercials. That's a good thing...that's not a bad thing.
Monday, November 19, 2007
10-game report
While many people are venting about la-la-lloyd, I'm seething over the Pistons' west coast disaster, going 2-3 against many of the bottom teams in the West.
Here's my first brief 10-game report.
Pistons are 6-4. They have lost as many games as Charlotte & Milwaukee. Not a great beginning. They have lost Billups and Dice already with injuries, although Chauncey is back already. But the recent road games have certainly illuminated how prone this crew is to sever mental lapses at the end of games, which makes ZERO sense when you factor in how many vets this team has.
Now, Hamilton. He is shooting an abysmal 44% from the floor and a career-worst 76% from the free-throw line (career 85%). His assists are way up (likely due to his poor shooting) and turnovers currently sit at a career-best 2.0 per game. But he is also averaging a career-high 3.6 fouls per game, and is also averaging the 2nd most FG attempts during his time in a Piston jersey.
Pistons are 4-4 this year with him. In their wins, he shot 35-66. In losses, he is 22-63 from the floor. Not good. In their loss to the Lakers, Rip managed to get 5 fouls while attempting to guard Kobe. Last night found the Pistons getting outscored by 16 points in the second half by the sucky Kings to end the road trip.
Here's hoping they turn it around QUICKLY coming back home this week.
Here's my first brief 10-game report.
Pistons are 6-4. They have lost as many games as Charlotte & Milwaukee. Not a great beginning. They have lost Billups and Dice already with injuries, although Chauncey is back already. But the recent road games have certainly illuminated how prone this crew is to sever mental lapses at the end of games, which makes ZERO sense when you factor in how many vets this team has.
Now, Hamilton. He is shooting an abysmal 44% from the floor and a career-worst 76% from the free-throw line (career 85%). His assists are way up (likely due to his poor shooting) and turnovers currently sit at a career-best 2.0 per game. But he is also averaging a career-high 3.6 fouls per game, and is also averaging the 2nd most FG attempts during his time in a Piston jersey.
Pistons are 4-4 this year with him. In their wins, he shot 35-66. In losses, he is 22-63 from the floor. Not good. In their loss to the Lakers, Rip managed to get 5 fouls while attempting to guard Kobe. Last night found the Pistons getting outscored by 16 points in the second half by the sucky Kings to end the road trip.
Here's hoping they turn it around QUICKLY coming back home this week.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
The Cuse is loose!
Many promising freshmen up and down the Cuse's roster this year....they are definitely going to struggle inside early, as they really only have one post scorer. But they are LONG, deep and athletic. Plus, everyone's favorite Michigan export, Eric Devendorf, is able to move off teh point, as super-frosh Johnny Flynn is going to be able to take over point guard duties as less of a gunner at the point than Devendorf was.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
I'm a happy boy
This will be quick.....OSU GOES DOWN!!!!!
Couldn't be happier. Seriously could not be more pleased about the outcome of a college football game.
Bring on the NBA tonight!
Couldn't be happier. Seriously could not be more pleased about the outcome of a college football game.
Bring on the NBA tonight!
Friday, November 9, 2007
rip Rip
Alrighty....my thoughts on Mr. Hamilton are well-known to those of you who listen to me run my suck about the NBA. Consistently throughout his 5 years with the Pistons, he has given them a consistent midrange jumper to go with the 3-point shooting abilities of Rasheed and Chauncey. There were many nights during the LB years that they relied on him repeatedly to get their offense going. He plays hard every night and with a mask concealing a near-career ending facial injury.
HOWEVER....last night's Bulls game, in my mind, pointed out why the Pistons have likely reached their ceiling with this current crew. Rip put together a 6-17 shooting effort, including at least 3 heavily contested jump shots following offensive rebounds, rather than trying to get to the rim or cycling the ball around. He also picked up a key technical foul in the fourth quarter.
Without Ben to constantly provide a defensive presence to make up for Rip's consistently poor defensive effort, he gets exposed on that end of the floor. I realize no one is ever confusing Rip for Artest on defense, but the Pistons have to specifically target certain players for him to guard...and Rip should constantly be sending Tey-Tey thank you cards for the matchups that Teyshaun has to deal with on the defensive end of the floor so Rip doesn't have to guard certain players. Let's not forget that Tey-Tey's coming out party was in 2003 largely because the Pistons simply couldn't defend Iverson with Hamilton or Michael Curry.
Hamilton is in his 8th season and is part of one of the most well-put together starting lineups in the NBA. His skill set meshes with the other starters. And TRUST ME when I say I certainly enjoy watching Rip move to get open on offense, rather than the Stackhouse offensive sets of throwing it in to him and having everyone stand and stare. But even Blaha, during tonight's Pistons-Clips game, has talked about how Tey needs to open it up offensively more like he did in their first 2 games when Rip was away. And during tonight's first quarter, the FG chart looks much more balanced (McDyess 6, Sheed 4, Rip/Chauncey/Tey 3) to get everyone into the offensive flow earlier in the game.
Here's hoping Stuckey comes back quickly and teams with Hayes to give the Pistons more backcourt options on the nights that Rip can't get it done defensively.
HOWEVER....last night's Bulls game, in my mind, pointed out why the Pistons have likely reached their ceiling with this current crew. Rip put together a 6-17 shooting effort, including at least 3 heavily contested jump shots following offensive rebounds, rather than trying to get to the rim or cycling the ball around. He also picked up a key technical foul in the fourth quarter.
Without Ben to constantly provide a defensive presence to make up for Rip's consistently poor defensive effort, he gets exposed on that end of the floor. I realize no one is ever confusing Rip for Artest on defense, but the Pistons have to specifically target certain players for him to guard...and Rip should constantly be sending Tey-Tey thank you cards for the matchups that Teyshaun has to deal with on the defensive end of the floor so Rip doesn't have to guard certain players. Let's not forget that Tey-Tey's coming out party was in 2003 largely because the Pistons simply couldn't defend Iverson with Hamilton or Michael Curry.
Hamilton is in his 8th season and is part of one of the most well-put together starting lineups in the NBA. His skill set meshes with the other starters. And TRUST ME when I say I certainly enjoy watching Rip move to get open on offense, rather than the Stackhouse offensive sets of throwing it in to him and having everyone stand and stare. But even Blaha, during tonight's Pistons-Clips game, has talked about how Tey needs to open it up offensively more like he did in their first 2 games when Rip was away. And during tonight's first quarter, the FG chart looks much more balanced (McDyess 6, Sheed 4, Rip/Chauncey/Tey 3) to get everyone into the offensive flow earlier in the game.
Here's hoping Stuckey comes back quickly and teams with Hayes to give the Pistons more backcourt options on the nights that Rip can't get it done defensively.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Put the Blame on Me
2 words--We're Sorry. Our Bad.
That's my apology for not keeping this current. But it's back, and I assure you, will stay updated.
Especially now that my good friend, the NBA, is back in town. I really really enjoy watching the NBA. I can't help myself.
Here's today NBA talk---I watched the Jazz-Rockets game last night. Lots of it. Can't get enough of Yao Ming looked simultaneously angry/hungry/sweaty at the same time. Anywho, here's what struck me as I kept watching it...the Jazz and the D are essentially the same team.
Follow me through the rosters.
PG--Billups and Deron Williams. Both rocked-up, inked-up, 6-3 points who can post up.
SG--Rip and Ronnie Brewer. Both 6-7, 159 pound guards who are below-average defenders.
SF--Tey-Tey and AK47. Both incredibly long, very good defenders who sacrifice some points and stats for the betterment of the team. Also both look like they could be alien life forms.
PF--Memo and Sheed. Both finesse forwards, very good 3-point shooters. Memo obviously a former Piston as well.
C--Dice and Boozer. The only spot where this comparison falls a little flat, but not much. Boozer is a much better rebounder at this point, and can get to the rim better, where Dice is more of a jump shooter and on the back end of his career.
Bench--Both have shoot-first backup guards (Flip and Matt Harpring), both have wing guys out of high school with high hopes that are still developing (Amir Johnson and CJ Miles), both have 2nd year slightly undersized power forwards who enjoy mixing it up (Mad Max and Paul Millsap).
So I really wasn't surprised to see TMac lighting up the Jazz for 41 last night. He might as well have been in his Orlando uni, doing the same junk to Rip 4 years ago in the playoffs.
Please keep coming back for more good stuff on my blog about random junk, and I'm beating the crap out of the Stallions this week in the RAFFLE.
That's my apology for not keeping this current. But it's back, and I assure you, will stay updated.
Especially now that my good friend, the NBA, is back in town. I really really enjoy watching the NBA. I can't help myself.
Here's today NBA talk---I watched the Jazz-Rockets game last night. Lots of it. Can't get enough of Yao Ming looked simultaneously angry/hungry/sweaty at the same time. Anywho, here's what struck me as I kept watching it...the Jazz and the D are essentially the same team.
Follow me through the rosters.
PG--Billups and Deron Williams. Both rocked-up, inked-up, 6-3 points who can post up.
SG--Rip and Ronnie Brewer. Both 6-7, 159 pound guards who are below-average defenders.
SF--Tey-Tey and AK47. Both incredibly long, very good defenders who sacrifice some points and stats for the betterment of the team. Also both look like they could be alien life forms.
PF--Memo and Sheed. Both finesse forwards, very good 3-point shooters. Memo obviously a former Piston as well.
C--Dice and Boozer. The only spot where this comparison falls a little flat, but not much. Boozer is a much better rebounder at this point, and can get to the rim better, where Dice is more of a jump shooter and on the back end of his career.
Bench--Both have shoot-first backup guards (Flip and Matt Harpring), both have wing guys out of high school with high hopes that are still developing (Amir Johnson and CJ Miles), both have 2nd year slightly undersized power forwards who enjoy mixing it up (Mad Max and Paul Millsap).
So I really wasn't surprised to see TMac lighting up the Jazz for 41 last night. He might as well have been in his Orlando uni, doing the same junk to Rip 4 years ago in the playoffs.
Please keep coming back for more good stuff on my blog about random junk, and I'm beating the crap out of the Stallions this week in the RAFFLE.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
33...Rolling Rock and me
Sorry there hasn't been a post in awhile, and I hope people are still reading this...when I actually post something.
I turn 33 tomorrow. I'm not looking for presents, e-cards or even cake. I just sat back tonight and thought about some things that I've always taken for granted, and are beginning to slowly go away at this point in my life....
like always having reruns of the Simpsons and Seinfeld available from 5-7 o'clock...here in Cincy, they've been replaced by Raymond, Friends, and other equally mediocre and forgettable shows.
like being able to get out of a chair without 3 different body parts snapping and popping.
like always having a neighbor there for you.
like having people in a small town know who you are and wave out their window toward you as you drive by.
like looking forward to the next 9 at the Creeks, the next G&L dog, or the next Pubfish game.
like knowing that tomorrow you'll get to do what you want to after a long day.
like knowing that you feel younger than you are.
I have tried a lot in my adult life to make sure that everyone knows how much I appreciate them and a whole lot of people have done great things for me...there's a near-100% chance that if you are reading this, you've done me a favor and helped me in some way get to the point that I am at in my career and my life.
So, my birthday wish for everyone else is to know how lucky I am to have great friends and family and a wonderful fiancee who has been through a TON of crap during our relationship together.
Oh, and the Ocho Cincos are 1-1 to begin the season, thanks to a regrettable decision to sit Ben Roetehosliberger during Week 1.
I turn 33 tomorrow. I'm not looking for presents, e-cards or even cake. I just sat back tonight and thought about some things that I've always taken for granted, and are beginning to slowly go away at this point in my life....
like always having reruns of the Simpsons and Seinfeld available from 5-7 o'clock...here in Cincy, they've been replaced by Raymond, Friends, and other equally mediocre and forgettable shows.
like being able to get out of a chair without 3 different body parts snapping and popping.
like always having a neighbor there for you.
like having people in a small town know who you are and wave out their window toward you as you drive by.
like looking forward to the next 9 at the Creeks, the next G&L dog, or the next Pubfish game.
like knowing that tomorrow you'll get to do what you want to after a long day.
like knowing that you feel younger than you are.
I have tried a lot in my adult life to make sure that everyone knows how much I appreciate them and a whole lot of people have done great things for me...there's a near-100% chance that if you are reading this, you've done me a favor and helped me in some way get to the point that I am at in my career and my life.
So, my birthday wish for everyone else is to know how lucky I am to have great friends and family and a wonderful fiancee who has been through a TON of crap during our relationship together.
Oh, and the Ocho Cincos are 1-1 to begin the season, thanks to a regrettable decision to sit Ben Roetehosliberger during Week 1.
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