DO NOT shoot yourself. You’ll get suspended.
It makes me wonder: if I’m gonna coach Marcelina in any kind of youth basketball league, am I going to need to carry around a gun like Officer Rhone?
My brother made a comment about someone and I believe that the exact wording of the comment may have been lost over the din at whatever fine dining establishment he was at.
The misunderstood phrase that he is claimed to have used is possibly, “the bitchy one with the attitude?” I asked my brother about this and he said may have said something about her having an attitude or possibly a Debbie Downer, but at no time did the word “bitch” or any variation of the word enter the conversation. We both laughed at this story and came to the conclusion that the comment had probably mutated as it had been passed along by so many people. Like what happens when you play a game of telephone. But seriously, Scott, why did you even tell Amy? She’s a feisty one: I wouldn’t even tell her that she had a brake light out, lest I incur the wrath.
By the way, I know that I should be totally okay or probably unresponsive with Amy and Scott and these new developments, but it’s really freaking me out. I’ve known Scott since the first grade and Amy since seventh grade, I think, but I can’t figure out why it affects me so. I’m pretty sure it makes Sally feel out-of-sorts too, but I think her case is way more understandable. Scott’s her cousin and Amy is like her best friend or whatever. Maybe because I was there at Cap City the night that the magic started (that’s even feels weird to type).
I do wish them the best of luck, though. I don’t want anyone to think that I’m hating on the relationship.
As many of you know, I am somewhat poor for a person of my vast intellectual capacity. I know a lot of that has to do with the fact that I buy untold amounts of footwear and soccer apparel, but I prefer to look at those as essential needs. I have curbed those purchases lately, though.
Yesterday, I played a little bit of the street football with Mike, Pete and Kendall. Although we won, about four hours later, I started feeling immense soreness in my legs, especially in the areas around my hips. I don’t know what that’s officially called, but I know that I haven’t felt this kind of pain since I started going to the trail. The only things I can figure out is that I need to start adding drills to my routine. Maybe some more balls-out sprints and horses. You know - all the stuff that I absolutely hated in high school. I guess all those coaches really did have a valid reason for putting us through all that shite.
Tonight I start a weigh loss contest with la familia segunda, and I think that this is the one where I really take it. Of course, you can keep track with me if you want to. I promise to be a little more consistent with my workout postings, too. The diet log just doesn’t work for me at this point, though.
Bill Kirchenbauer, one of those city slickers from Californey, is upset because there are basketball hoops in some of the driveways of his neighborhood, make it look like “something you’d see in a trailer park.”
Fortunately, for all of humanity, he’s getting resistance from many of his neighbors, who are kind of going outside of the box and wanting their kids to play outside and not stay inside all day and play Xbox so that they can get fat like Bill.
Instead of asking him stupid questions about his ultraposh Lake Travis neighborhood, the Statesman needs to ask the important stuff. Namely, what was it like working with Jamie Luner? Va-va-vavoom!
Please keep in mind that I am a true baseball apologist.
Funniest headline I saw today.
Heehee, they said “burgled”.
Even though I hate Liverpool, I feel bad for poor Steven. Mostly because his wife is super hot. Steven, you really need to hire someone to protect your WAG.
Oh, and go Gooners.
I’m talking about La Fuente’s, which is one of the hardest places to find in all of Austin. Seriously, it’s on Circle S Road, but I think on both ends of the road, there are Do Not Enter signs. It’s a tad confusing.
I haven’t been there in awhile - I think the last time was with Joe & Sally and I think Amy went, too. I remember we got there about 9, and the staff looked kind of pissed that we were there so “late”, but the freaking sign on the door said they closed at 10:00. Anyway, the food is good, but I didn’t see John Kelso.
I can’t find any pictures, but we also went to dinner there after my nephew’s baptism. Maybe I’ll update this if I come across those pics. But probably not.
I went to an Austin Toros game as part of a team-building exercise with my department at work. I thought that we were going to do drills with the team and maybe if I was lucky maybe a ropes course with Kevin Pittsnogle, but it was more of us getting on a shuttle and going to an actual 11 am NBADL game.
Now, I’m not gonna knock the game or the atmosphere - it was more fun that I thought it would be. It’s like a mini-NBA game (except without the t-shirt cannon). They have a dance team and they have audience stunts during official timeouts and they even have expensive-ass items at the concession. $4 for nachos!?!?! That’s an outrage!
I later found out the reason for the day game - the Toros were having a “school jam,” so i was lucky enough to have a few hundred middle school students screaming in my ear for no reason whatsoever. I’m not sure if people really go to these games, though, so I’m kind of pissed that I didn’t get to do the halfcourt shot or that thing where you spin five times on your head and run dizzily across the court and make a lay up. All because of the damn kids.
I have to admit, however, that it was cool to see R.C. Buford. I was a tad taken aback by his attire, though. He was wearing a black dress shirt that was a little too fitted, some white jeans (I think they were Versace - seriously) and some kind of clogs that I usually only see medical personnel rocking. I guess the Eurodoucheiness of one Tony Parker is rubbing off on him. I kind of always pictured him as a regular dude. Tell you what, though - the man can build one helluva franchise.
All in all, I would have to recommend going to a Toros game, especially if someone else is paying for the ticket. One thing: try to stay away from the School Jam.
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