Archive for April, 2005
Loss: 5-10.
I sat myself at the beginning of the game because I felt like I didn’t deserve to win. And I did little to disprove that during the game. I threw bad throws again, still after all these practicing sessions witht he incessant wind I still can’t throw into the wind at all. My only contribution was a knocked down pass and a goal scoring throw. Big deal.
Anyways, the team did basically good. Dropped passes and poor defense led to our fall. I think we played better than last game though. We actually scored going both ways, rather than just once against the wind.
This game was against people we knew. I knew everyone from their team which I had hoped would take some of the pressure off and we’d break free. But … nope.
I guess all I can do is just work on whatever I’m doing wrong, which is passing and .. catching, imagine that. And hope everyone else does their part, too.
Two games left. I think this loss will put us in 7th which is one place out of the real playoffs. We have at least one win ahead of us, Blomme and another game we SHOULD win, Nelly’s team.
Playoffs baby. Playoffs.
April 28th, 2005
Well its been a week since I last posted and I have been thinking of anything interesting to post about since. So far nothing has really struck me as post worthy until tonight.
And for it I blame Lindsey.
I went to church this morning just to get turned away. Ends up there were 72 or 73 kids having their first communion so the church was packed, standing room only and this was all with me being 10 minutes early!
So I hit my homework pretty hard all day, finished management principles portfolio and finished my sales mgt paper. YES!!
Then I asked Linds if she wanted to go to church with me, she declined, so I went Maverick.
Got to church a few minutes before it started and he goes, “just a single?” and at that moment I thought, I could say I’m waiting for someone just so I don’t get stuck sitting next to someone weird or someone old… or both! Or I could not lie and just go with it, so I chose not to lie. He goes, “good” and goes “we have two singles open, one in the fourth row over there in the middle or this one in front” it was like slow motion. I look at the far one and just see a load of people and think, it’d be about impossible to get there in the first place. Then I look over at my other option and I see these two weird looking obese guys sitting with a space between them in the front right behind the podium, they turn to me and give me that friendly puppy dog face like, “you can sit by us, we’re friendly” and I’m thinking, I WANT to sit way over in the middle out of sight, but I’ll bet these guys have been passed on by like 12 people already, and they seem nice… so fine.
MISTAKE.
First off, guy to left, looks like Weird Al who chose drugs and pancakes over music. He’s really big, fat, has those weird Al dorky glasses, bald except for his beard and mullet thing he’s got going, and he sleeps all the time in church. Guy to right is this big fat guy who is wearing these suspendors that are designed to kinda look like “Do not cross: Construction” tape wearing jeans and a t-shirt who’s not only fat with glasses BUT seemed somewhat mentally retarded. He probably wasn’t clinically retarded, but he sure was a few fries short of a happy meal.
The minute I sit down Ron, suspendors guy, goes to Dave, weird al druggy, “Hey Dave, I always knew there was someting between us” and he laughed really hard and Dave was sleeping so he didn’t even hear it.
Dave is big, as established, and he kept leaning on me. It was uncomfortable to say the least. And Ron, he doesnt’ stand up cause he’s too fat and it’d take too long. He seriously only stood for the homily and to get communion. Nothing weirder than the smalled guy at church being sandwiched between the two biggest and than one of em stays sitting the whole time you’re standing. Way to draw all the attention to me and Dave.
The other creepy part was when it was “sign of peace” time. I turn to Dave and shake his hand, and it was like, “this guys not even gonna look up… thank God” and than he looks up about the time the handshake should be done and gets this big grin on his face and starts shaking more enthusiastically. This guys teeth are all really tiny and yellow. Gross.
Then the other guy just kinda made some joke and shook my hand. Than he shook Dave’s and Dave shakes his hand and moves on, and Ron shakes Dave’s hand and than tried to get Dave’s attention so he can joking shake the pain from his hand cause Dave has quite the grip.
Ugh.
April 24th, 2005
Well, I woke up this sunday morning, not in time for mass. Last night I made a conscious decision that if God wanted me to go to morning mass he would wake me up. He didn’t, so I have a date with God at 6:30 PM tonight.
So I woke up, went to the bathroom, brushed me teeth, threw the running shoes on and a shirt and chose to go for a run. There is a 5K run next week and an Triathalon the week after that I have decided to consider. (How’s that for making a decision) I’m very nervous about a triathalon though, I believe we run 5 miles, bike 15 miles, and swim half a mile. SWIM HALF A MILE. I’m a runner, by genetics, (rugby by heart) (yes that was a joke) (/joke) and so I think I could handle the run and the bike. I will and should drown if I do this thing. I’m not sure why I SHOULD drown, but … it would be appropriate.
So I ran, run run run…. STOP. A block later. I’m like, oh shit, this isn’t fun. I walk to the stop sign, run run run, STOP. Hurts again, I’m getting a side ache, my legs are tired, I’m not running, I’m throwing one leg in front of the other gasping for air. I look like what Rocky would look like running a Marathon AFTER his first fight with Apollo Creed. Since I can already see that joke will miss with some of you, I looked like how Lindsey would run after a night backstage with Keith Urban. Can’t walk straight, weird grin on my face, sticky.
So I decided to run to Lindsey’s place, try on her skirts and pretend I’m a girl, fall asleep next to a picture of Kenny Chesney and than run home. As I’m going I see the water park and realize I’ve never been there. So I hang a right and go check it out, made me further realize how rich a community Marshall is. Holy Shit. They have a really nice skate park, tennis courts, a really nice basefall field and a water park with a big ole slide all right next to each other, kitty corner to the golf course. F’in A Cotton, F’IN A!
Anyways, I’m running/walking/weezing back and as I’m on the walk/weeze part I look over and this old OLD lady is going for a walk. No big deal. I soon realize she is totally keeping up with me, even walking a hair faster. F that. I didn’t start running or anything, but I did walk at a quicker pace and she was still right with me. Than she must’ve gotten scared of my challenge cause she turned left and went home. Pussy.
I walked the whole last block because i rationalized it. I was like, I just ran like 5 blocks in a row (because I saw a kid out in his lawn and was like, the hell if he’s gonna JUDGE ME!) so i figured I deserved it. And I did.
I won poker last night, too.
April 17th, 2005
Well, today was bitter sweet.
Bitter: On the way to the game I was driving Todd, Ryan, Schaef, Brian, and myself and I got the van stuck in the mud because I wasn’t paying close enough attention to just where the most mud/water was. I drove through the heart and the heart got me.
Sweet: We played a team that had only four guys but still was tough.
Bitter: They gave us a run for our money
Sweet: We ultimately won.
Bitter: I dropped more passes than I ever have before. It was quite honestly embarrassing and humbling. I benched myself for the end of the game I was so mad.
Sweet: We more or less dominated, leading from the start, leading at the half, and even scored going against the wind.
Bitter: It was so so so windy. We scored only once going against the wind and they never scored.
Sweet: Final Score: 8-6. And we got the van out.
There were many pictures taken of the van stuck, I’m sure you’ll see some if you’re reading this. Laugh it up.
April 14th, 2005
I’ve been furious, embarassed, humbled, inspired, and tonight was no different.
We again played a tougher, stronger, faster, more athletic team and we remain frisbee-challenged.
I think we lost 26-1. They had a man named “Scholten” wade, maybe. Anyways, his brother is a freak of Frisbee and so is this kid. They had a lot of guys to sub in so they stayed fresh. We had one man out, everyone seemed to have a different strategy. We ultimately decided, i guess, to go deep. I don’t think we had more than five completions that way. As if it mattered though, right?
Ugh… embarassing yet expected.
I even got battered up. They go deep and it was me and two of their dudes going after the frisbee, both have size on me, and we all leap after the frisbee. One dude gets in between me and the wall with the other behind me, we all crash into the wall and as i make my landing I step in someones t-shirt and slip and land right on my knee. Ow.
Adeneline made it not hurt so much afterwards, a few trips limping a bit up and down the court and it seems fine now, i’m sure it’ll be sore tomorrow.
Ugh..
Practice, I guess.
April 10th, 2005
Well,
I’m sure most of you saw this post coming. For the first time since I’ve become a basketball fan I have seen North Carolina win a championship. (I didn’t really start watching till one or two years after their championship in ‘92).
I was fist pumping and cheering in Linds’ room as she did homework. Linds turned to me and said, “Are you going to be like this the whole game?” and I said, “…hopefully”
I was almost disappointed the Heels were winning by so much, but Illinois made a typical comeback and tied it up. Without a doubt, if May or Felton wouldn’t have been in the game for most of the minutes, no chance of a victory.
I had a grin on my face for at least 5 straight minutes after they won.
I only called my dad after the game. When I was home at the start of the tourney he did nothing but kick Athena while she was in her ball and make fun of North Carolina while praising Duke.
Take that dad.
April 5th, 2005
I am very upset with myself and my team.
We again played a team filled with athletic tall guys. We went in a little nervous and got playing and it became clear we had these guys.
I was absolutely sure we were gonna win, which is necessary. Why the hell would you play scared? Thats what we did in the first game and I didn’t want a repeat performance.
The starting roster was everyone but I think Chris Ostrowski, so it was:
Bryce
Ryan
Schaef
Joe
Phil
Glen
So we played with em and I tried to tell the boys we had them and I think everyone believed it.
Their passes fell incomplete, they kept dropping it. They kept letting us keep our feet in the door.
We answered poorly. Dropping our own share of close passes. I am guilt of this, too.
At half time it was 6-3, we were losing. Last game I believe it was 13-0.
We started with that GO GO GO mentality and therefore made stupid passes. We’d try and go long and we’re not a team that can go long. A lot of these guys have had a frisbee since they were kids, no one on our team has. I bought my first frisbee last year when I basically learned how to throw one.
So half time we stressed keeping them out of a rythym. Have a defender go long to stop that play and to go long more ourselves. And get on the competitor more man to man style.
We only scored one more point. We dropped at least 6 that I can remember in the end zone. SIX AT LEAST!! Those were just when we were going long, when we bounced it off the wall. Than we’d either get scared and drop it, be clobbered by defenders and drop it, or poorly judge the ball. Partially the throwers fault, not to rag on the receiver too much. I was the thrower of probably 4 of them. I would purposely throw it too long to hit the wall and hope for us to get the deflection.
We were capable of winning this one. In my eyes, we let it get away and didn’t capitalize on anything the second half.
We worked hard for this game and we showed it I guess. So if you can be satisfied with a loss, I guess this is the right time for it.
I’m mad right now, calming down as this post goes on. I just hope the guys will want to keep practicing and getting better. We showed a lot of improvement and a lot of places where we need to work on.
Next time, I guess.
April 3rd, 2005
Well, more were fooled than not so it was a successful April Fools Day.
I know i fooled the following:
Molly Brass
Loock Kouba
Brian Krause
Andy Adelman
Keith Haggerty
Nikki McKay
Wade Degler
Brian Larson
People not fooled:
Miles Rausch
Tony Rolfes
I haven’t talked to her, but I’m assuming Lindsey Nelsen
Katie Brass
Mom
Mark Jenniges
John Muller-Morgan
Glen Dawson
But I won’t try it anymore. This was my last April Fools Joke.
April 1st, 2005
Well, last night I decided that me and Lindsey had no further to go in our relationships growing period and I took her to Riddles Jewelery and let her pick out a ring. Thank god she picked a cheap one, only $275. Best part is I can pay it off in smaller payments so it doesnt’ break my bank.
It was a very surreal moment. Lindsey was crying and I don’t think I’m any less of a man for crying myself.
I didn’t do it in any special kind of way, I waiting for her at her blue van when her class finished up and had roses under her windshield. I had gotten her extra set of keys from her house and put the ring on the drivers seat. Then she came out, saw everything and I came out from my hiding spot behind a car in the parking lot.
There was a group of like 4 people who witnessed it, they just kinda smiled, whispered to themselves, and kinda clapped. Being me, I took a bow.
No date is set yet, but it’s pretty big news. I havent’ called anyone yet cause I really havent’ had time. Cause then after that I had Ultimate Frisbee and she had practice and than we decided we’d tell people at a later date. So sorry Tony and Dad, I’ll call later and give you all the specifics once we have them.
Wish us luck.
April 1st, 2005