I can't wait until Vancouver 2010

February 15th, 2006 / #girls, #sports, #valentinesday

I know I said that I hated Valentine’s Day. And I still do. But friends, I think I fell in love yesterday. With the US Olympic Women’s Curling Team.

Don’t get me wrong. I think (much to the chagrin of some of my eastern European counterparts at school) that the Olympics are a big waste of my time. It does nothing but interrupt my regularly scheduled week of new television shows and makes girls lust after gnarly snowboarder types.

But after watching the US fall short of beating the team from Japan in what appears to be some strange game of giant shuffleboard on ice, I came to appreciate the hotness that somehow comes from Bemidji, Minnesota.

And here’s a fun fact for you: Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox were from Bemidji. Not only can this little corner of northern Minnesota produce the hottest things to hit the ice since Emilio Estevez in The Mighty Ducks, but it can also captivate a nation with folk tales that make absolutely no sense whatsoever.

Thank you, Bemidji. You get the gold medal in my book.

Coming soon to a country club near you!

July 20th, 2005 / #family, #sports

We Petersons have a sad and sorry history when it comes to the game of golf. My father brought a new level of amateurism to the sport when he started way back when the dinosaurs roamed the earth and has since passed along the torch of suckiness to his two sons.

Yesterday, in an attempt to feel rich, my brother and I traveled out to a local course. We qualified it as such: he’s soon to be a lawyer, and lawyers need to golf. Anyhow, we teed off on the first hole with positive attitudes and optimistic outlooks. By the 18th green, however, our hopes and dreams were cut at the seams.

Ian and I started this par 53 course with boxes and boxes of shiny new golf balls. We finished the course with (very lenient) scores of 85 and 99, respectively, and one golf ball.

One ball.

By the 18th tee, we had managed to lose upwards of 20 balls and were forced to play the hole separately. I used the remaining ball to finalize my already miserable stroke count and then brought it back to the tee so that my brother could finish up the course. That, my friends, is Peterson golf at its finest.

Perhaps we should just stick to video games.

I like my odds

January 7th, 2005 / #football, #sports

I said it last year at this time, and I’m saying it again: The Seattle Seahawks are America’s new team.

See you in the Superbowl.


EDIT: Never listen to me.

"We want the ball, and we're going to score."

January 5th, 2004 / #football, #gambling, #sports

Week one of NFL playoff action completed. Let’s go over my picks (WinnerMy pick):

Titans (20) @ Ravens (17)
Cowboys (10) @ Panthers (29)
Seahawks (27) @ Packers (33)
Broncos (10) @ Colts (41)

I totally expected those gosh darn Seahawks to win, I even picked them in my Super Bowl pool. It was going to be beautiful: The most unlikely team would win it all, and I would say, “I told you so!” to all the people I bet against as I took their money. But now I just look stupid.

That’ll teach me to gamble.

With those stupid Seahawks.

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