News to no one
[ No Comments ] Posted on 11.19.07 in awesomeness, food
This just in: fried turkey is God’s gift to man.
Coming up after the break, we’ll tell you about the wonders of homemade fudge.
And now this…
All umpires are God awful.
[ No Comments ] Posted on 11.13.07 in college, friends, sports
Well, much like last year, the Red Devil Gators’ season has come to an end in what you would call a “less than ideal” way. We lost our playoff game tonight, but it wasn’t all for naught.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we made it into the second round of the playoffs – having played only two games. See, two of our four regularly-scheduled games were rained out. We won one of the games we played and lost one in a very close fashion. Then, the team that we were to play in the first round of the playoffs decided not to show up for our round one game. So there we were earlier this evening, with our pride and ambition almost bubbling over. Then our season ended the same way it did last year: we lost a playoff game to a team comprised of what I can only guess are thirty year old alumni in a hotly contested match up officiated by some of the worst umpires on earth.
And I don’t mean for this to sound like sore loserdom or anything, but I swear to God: the first base umpire was watching the game on the field next to ours the entire night. I am disappointed to know that my university’s recreation department does not have higher standards for such a paid position. Of course, sucking at everything in life is sort of a prerequisite when becoming an umpire on any level.
Ah well, c’est la vie. We wouldn’t have won even if Mr. I-Could-Give-Two-Flying-Flips-About-Your-Game were paying attention.
Either way, we will be back, because Red Devil Gators Softball never sleeps.
I am the champ
[ No Comments ] Posted on 11.12.07 in bliss
It’s funny how your perception of euphoria and satisfaction can change over time. For example, when I was knee high to a grasshopper in my high chair at the dinner table, getting a plate of delicious spaghetti with extra parmesan cheese produced a sense of glee that couldn’t be matched. When I got a little older, I would garner extreme satisfaction from getting good grades in school. Point is, as you change, so too do the things that please you.
Now, waking up to a text message from a friend that says “You were a champion last night” does the trick. And while I do not particularly remember much of last night, these friendly congratulations must mean that something splendid happened. Ergo, I am very, very satisfied.