"This is my school. I love this school. It was my hope and dream to come back here and do something special... it hurts me because I know what it's about down here and I know what it's like to win here."
-Sidney Lowe
It started with so much promise.
Lowe stepped into a terrible situation when no one else would. Herb Sendek left and headed to Arizona State, and in turn, we lost almost all our recruits and any continuity the program had accrued over the previous 10 years.
Lowe's first team was basically seven guys deep. They fought and clawed all throughout the season -- a season in which we didn't expect much because of how much we lost from the year before. But we beat UNC. We stormed into the ACC tournament finals and nearly won.
We made the NIT as a No. 6 seed, and through a freak sequence of events -- like the No. 7 seed Marist winning its first-round game and a previously scheduled event at the RBC Center -- Reynolds Coliseum hosted its first truly meaningful game in YEARS.
For those of you unfamiliar with Reynolds Coliseum, I'll say this. Cameron Indoor Stadium and the Cameron Crazies are WEAKSAUCE compared to Reynolds and the Reynolds Rowdies in their heyday. The Crazies wouldn't even exist if not for the Rowdies.
But I digress.
The NIT game at Reynolds -- both the game itself and the week-long lead-up to it -- was incredibly memorable. Demand for tickets was through the roof because the game was going to be at Reynolds. It wasn't exactly a "campout," but I got in line at 6 a.m. to make sure I got tickets and waited until the early afternoon. It was so much fun, the whole atmosphere of the mini-campout, walking up to Reynolds, the game itself.
It was truly special, not because of the game itself (let's face it: it was only an NIT game against Marist), but because it showed how unbelievable our games could be when the fan base is dialed in, involved and, most of all, hopeful that things could be heading in a positive direction.
I remember seeing a hand-made sign while I was in line for tickets to the game. Someone set up a sign that said "Loweville" outside the Reyonds ticket office. And I remember Tanner saying the picture would be a classic one day when the area was actually called Loweville.
It was an honest assessment of how hopeful we all were. We had one of us coaching the team. Lowe is Red and White to the core. He led the 1983 Cardiac Pack national champions. Surely if anyone could lead the program back to where we all wanted it to go, it would be Lowe.
Sadly, it did not turn out that way. This season, we easily had the most talented team we've had in years.
For many reasons -- some coaching miscues, some inexperience and immaturity, some injuries and illness -- we lost time and again to less talented teams. Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of games where we were just outplayed and lost to better teams. It happens.
But too often, we clearly were the more talented team, and we took ourselves out of the game with poor defense, poor shot selection and sloppy play. It plagued us early in the season, and it was there in what will likely be Lowe's last game at State.
So, what's the point of this? Mostly to express my sincere sadness that it's come to this. Sid is one of us. He is family. We all wanted it to work so, so badly. Nothing would have been sweeter than having Sid coach us to the same promised land he led us to as a player. His quote above shows everything you need to know about why we loved him. He's one of us.
For that reason, I am relieved and happy to hear of reports that Debbie Yow won't fire him, but that he'll resign instead. Lowe deserves a dignified, respectful exit, and he will surely have the well-wishes of every State fan.
Thanks for the great memories, Sid. Thanks for your hard work. Sorry it didn't work out. You'll always be Pack family. Best of luck to you.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Thursday, September 2, 2010
I guess I just miss my friend
"I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend." -- Red, Shawshank Redemption
I figured today is as good a day as any to return to the blog. I really can't believe today is today. September 2.
A year ago today.
A year ago today my friend Erik passed away.
I guess it's supposed to be better now. Time has passed. Time heals all wounds after all. In some ways it's more difficult today. The gut-wrenching sting of loss may have dulled over the year. But we like our milestones in our culture. A year. 10 years. 25 years. Etc.
Today means I can no longer say "Last year, Erik did this." "Last year at this time, we did this together."
That's gone now. It doesn't hurt as much as losing him, but it hurts to lose the proximity to him. Today is a reminder that he's further away than ever.
I know; I know. Remember the good times. Keep the fun and happy memories close at hand.
I try. I do. But God dammit it hurts.
I'm angry. I'm angry that someone so full of energy and life was taken away so young. I'm so sad. I feel sad for his parents. Seriously, they are two of the nicest people you will ever meet. I can't even imagine. Needless to say, every bit of prayer and good thoughts I have are going their way right about now. And the rest of his family, too.
OK I refuse to make this a sad bastard post. I can hear his peer pressure voice yelling at me already. He was the king of peer pressure. He could get you to do anything.
I met him six years ago right around this time. I moved into my suite in Bragaw for my last semester of undergrad, and his room was next to mine.
We became fast friends. Over the next five years, he became one of my closest friends. We must have hung out every day over the summer of 2006. Between his apartment, East Village and Danielle's apartment -- one or the other hosted our shenanigans that summer.
Here are two things I'll always remember about him -- well there are a thousand things, but here are two in particular:
1. He was always there when you needed him.
Doesn't matter what it was. Drunk at 4 a.m. and in need of fast food? "Let's walk to McDonald's." Girlfriend break up with you and need to vent/drink? "Let's go. I'll be right there."
Erik was the best at that. If you needed a friend, he was down. He was so good at it because he managed to toe the line between compassionate and brutally honest. Sometimes you just need to be called out. He could do that without making you feel like a complete jackass. Erik was sensitive to your feelings, but he had good advice, and he was honest about the situation.
2. He was perpetually concerned about something coming up.
Never failed. "Hey Erik, we're heading to EV tonight, you down?" He'd say, "Well it's only noon or so, I'll say I'm tentatively in, but I gotta keep my options open."
He's gotta keep his options open. I can't even tell you how often I heard that phrase. He never wanted to commit to something too early. So you invited him when you first made the plans, and then you invited him again 30 minutes before you left. "Erik, I'm walking out the door in 30 minutes -- are you in?" "Yeah, I guess I'm in. Why not?"
Why not, indeed!
This picture was taken the night I graduated from grad school. I didn't plan a big party or anything, but after the ceremony I decided I wanted to get some drinks to celebrate.
I called him up, and he came out on short notice. I guess he didn't need to keep his options open that time...haha. He got me a nice big bottle of scotch that lasted me for quite a long time.
A year ago today. Unbelievable. I cannot comprehend how he's been gone for a year.
Just like last year, the American Cancer Society is doing the Bark for Life event. It's a dog-walk event in Cary, N.C., that raises money for cancer research. Here's a link to Erik's team page. The walk is Oct. 23, 2010, and even if you can't make it (as I might not be able to now that I live in Maryland), we can still raise money in Erik's honor to try to beat this dreaded disease.
Jimmy V said "Cancer can take away all my physical abilities. It cannot touch my mind, it cannot touch my heart and it cannot touch my soul. And those three things are going to carry on forever."
Let's always remember Erik so those things do carry on forever. Tonight, I'm drinking a Jack and Coke in your honor, Erik. Rest easy, my friend. I'll love you and miss you always. Na Zdrowie.
I figured today is as good a day as any to return to the blog. I really can't believe today is today. September 2.
A year ago today.
A year ago today my friend Erik passed away.
I guess it's supposed to be better now. Time has passed. Time heals all wounds after all. In some ways it's more difficult today. The gut-wrenching sting of loss may have dulled over the year. But we like our milestones in our culture. A year. 10 years. 25 years. Etc.
Today means I can no longer say "Last year, Erik did this." "Last year at this time, we did this together."
That's gone now. It doesn't hurt as much as losing him, but it hurts to lose the proximity to him. Today is a reminder that he's further away than ever.
I know; I know. Remember the good times. Keep the fun and happy memories close at hand.
I try. I do. But God dammit it hurts.
I'm angry. I'm angry that someone so full of energy and life was taken away so young. I'm so sad. I feel sad for his parents. Seriously, they are two of the nicest people you will ever meet. I can't even imagine. Needless to say, every bit of prayer and good thoughts I have are going their way right about now. And the rest of his family, too.
OK I refuse to make this a sad bastard post. I can hear his peer pressure voice yelling at me already. He was the king of peer pressure. He could get you to do anything.
I met him six years ago right around this time. I moved into my suite in Bragaw for my last semester of undergrad, and his room was next to mine.
We became fast friends. Over the next five years, he became one of my closest friends. We must have hung out every day over the summer of 2006. Between his apartment, East Village and Danielle's apartment -- one or the other hosted our shenanigans that summer.
Here are two things I'll always remember about him -- well there are a thousand things, but here are two in particular:
1. He was always there when you needed him.
Doesn't matter what it was. Drunk at 4 a.m. and in need of fast food? "Let's walk to McDonald's." Girlfriend break up with you and need to vent/drink? "Let's go. I'll be right there."
Erik was the best at that. If you needed a friend, he was down. He was so good at it because he managed to toe the line between compassionate and brutally honest. Sometimes you just need to be called out. He could do that without making you feel like a complete jackass. Erik was sensitive to your feelings, but he had good advice, and he was honest about the situation.
2. He was perpetually concerned about something coming up.
Never failed. "Hey Erik, we're heading to EV tonight, you down?" He'd say, "Well it's only noon or so, I'll say I'm tentatively in, but I gotta keep my options open."
He's gotta keep his options open. I can't even tell you how often I heard that phrase. He never wanted to commit to something too early. So you invited him when you first made the plans, and then you invited him again 30 minutes before you left. "Erik, I'm walking out the door in 30 minutes -- are you in?" "Yeah, I guess I'm in. Why not?"
Why not, indeed!
This picture was taken the night I graduated from grad school. I didn't plan a big party or anything, but after the ceremony I decided I wanted to get some drinks to celebrate.I called him up, and he came out on short notice. I guess he didn't need to keep his options open that time...haha. He got me a nice big bottle of scotch that lasted me for quite a long time.
A year ago today. Unbelievable. I cannot comprehend how he's been gone for a year.
Just like last year, the American Cancer Society is doing the Bark for Life event. It's a dog-walk event in Cary, N.C., that raises money for cancer research. Here's a link to Erik's team page. The walk is Oct. 23, 2010, and even if you can't make it (as I might not be able to now that I live in Maryland), we can still raise money in Erik's honor to try to beat this dreaded disease.
Jimmy V said "Cancer can take away all my physical abilities. It cannot touch my mind, it cannot touch my heart and it cannot touch my soul. And those three things are going to carry on forever."
Let's always remember Erik so those things do carry on forever. Tonight, I'm drinking a Jack and Coke in your honor, Erik. Rest easy, my friend. I'll love you and miss you always. Na Zdrowie.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Life Update!
So!
In my last post about the blog birthday, I jokingly said part of the festivities would be a three-week silence. Well, here we are on April 27 with no posts since then. Excellent prognostication on my part. But I DO have good reasons for it.
1. Easter weekend in NJ: Stacy, Matt, Rachel and I drove up for the weekend, and the family proved themselves to be every bit the asylum escapees they are (in a good way, of course!). It really was a fun time though. It's always good to see everyone since we don't get up that way all that often.
Everyone loved Rachel, of course (as I knew they would), and I don't think anyone really embarrassed themselves, which is really a bonus. We ate at White Castle (bad for the heart, good for the soul) and a diner for breakfast before we left.
2. CHICAGO! The next weekend, Rachel and I flew to Chicago for a nice extended weekend. It's her favorite city ever, and I'd never been. Combine that with her sister living there and Tanner living there for another couple of months at least and why not?
I have to say I was very impressed. I mean, of course I was -- it's Chicago. It's not like I thought I wasn't going to like it. Very cool city though. We stayed at this pretty nice hotel in Lincoln Park, right across the street from the botanical gardens and reasonably close to Lake Michigan.
And, yes, it was windy in Chicago; however, as I learned during my audio tour on the 95th-floor observatory of the John Hancock building, there are 37 cities in the U.S. that are technically windier than Chicago. Also, Chicago is not named The Windy City because of windy weather, but rather windbag politicians trying to get the World's Fair in the late 19th century. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
I will have pictures from Chicago, and I will upload them to Facebook next week. The delay is due to:
3. I moved to a new apartment! Yes, it's true. I now have a one-bedroom apartment in Gaithersburg, Md., just outside of DC, in a great little neighborhood called the Kentlands. I'm within walking distance to a TON of little local shops and stores, plus the usual Giant, Whole Foods, Petsmart, Michael's, K-Mart, Chipotle, Five Guys, Panera, etc. Walking distance!
I moved to the suburbs, and I still hardly have to drive anywhere! There's a bus stop maybe 50 yards from my building that'll take me to a Metro station to come downtown for work, too.
So! You may be asking yourself why I moved to the suburbs when I loved living in the city so much. Good question.
Two main reasons above all else -- affordability and large dog approval. Consider the following: for approximately $1,400/month, I could get a 400 sq. ft. studio apartment downtown or a 950 sq. ft. two-bedroom apartment outside the District. Sooo yeah. There's that. Also, not too many apartment buildings downtown were cool with dogs who weighed more than 30 pounds. Allie weighs around 60-65. I can pass her off for 50-55 when need be because she's so lean. But no one will believe a black lab/border collie mix is 30 pounds.
And that's that. I was able to get a really nice and spacious 650 sq. ft. one-bedroom apartment for FAR less than a DC apartment would have been.
Now, why Gaithersburg? I now live 2.5 miles (a five-minute drive) from Rachel's house. No more 45-min drives through the northern DC ghetto! Right up the street! Fooooooor the win.
Barring unforeseen extraordinary circumstances, I will not be moving again until I buy a house or townhouse or condo or something. This marked my third residence-to-residence move in a less than a year and a half. I'm done. I will live here for at least two years, too.
And next time I move, you're damn right I'm hiring movers. I recently bought a bed, a couch, two end tables, two night stands and a new dresser. Everything but the couch (which will hopefully be delivered this weekend) is in the apartment. Combine that with my 55" HDTV and my kick-ass entertainment center, and what you get is too much damn work for me to move myself again.
Matt, Rachel and Rachel's dad helped me out this time, and my God I don't know what I would have done with them. A infinite number of thank yous to them.
BUT! The good news is I get to have Allie back now! I really cannot thank my parents enough for looking after her since November. I was in a tough spot, and, as usual, they really bailed me out. I haven't seen her since Christmas though, and I really miss having that crazy dog around. LOOK AT THIS FACE!!!
Oh Allie. End of May! Rachel and I will be going to Charlotte for Jay and Emily's wedding, and I'm picking her up then!
4. Weezer concert! Yes, I know. This item would be much more exciting if it were 1996, but c'est la vie. Rachel, Matt and I are going to see Weezer Friday night! If it were 1996, they'd pretty much play the Blue album and Pinkerton (two essentially perfect rock albums) back-to-back. That would be SO. GOOD. But, alas, they have quite a few mediocre-at-best albums to choose from now (Make Believe, the Red album, Raditude).
Don't get me wrong, there are some catchy songs off those albums (Pork and Beans, Greatest Man that Ever Lived, etc.), but they're a FAR cry from Across the Sea, Say it Ain't So, El Scorcho and Buddy Holly.
Oh well. I'm still looking forward to it. As I've mentioned here before, previous success will always guarantee I'll check out new Weezer releases even though I inevitably come away disappointed. Still, hopefully they'll play mostly their old, awesome stuff.
Success! I've written a novel and updated my blog!
To come:
Pictures of the Nats game I went to with Matt
Pictures from the trip to Chicago with Rachel
Pictures of my new apartment
Etc.
Life is good.
-B
In my last post about the blog birthday, I jokingly said part of the festivities would be a three-week silence. Well, here we are on April 27 with no posts since then. Excellent prognostication on my part. But I DO have good reasons for it.
1. Easter weekend in NJ: Stacy, Matt, Rachel and I drove up for the weekend, and the family proved themselves to be every bit the asylum escapees they are (in a good way, of course!). It really was a fun time though. It's always good to see everyone since we don't get up that way all that often.
Everyone loved Rachel, of course (as I knew they would), and I don't think anyone really embarrassed themselves, which is really a bonus. We ate at White Castle (bad for the heart, good for the soul) and a diner for breakfast before we left.
2. CHICAGO! The next weekend, Rachel and I flew to Chicago for a nice extended weekend. It's her favorite city ever, and I'd never been. Combine that with her sister living there and Tanner living there for another couple of months at least and why not?
I have to say I was very impressed. I mean, of course I was -- it's Chicago. It's not like I thought I wasn't going to like it. Very cool city though. We stayed at this pretty nice hotel in Lincoln Park, right across the street from the botanical gardens and reasonably close to Lake Michigan.
And, yes, it was windy in Chicago; however, as I learned during my audio tour on the 95th-floor observatory of the John Hancock building, there are 37 cities in the U.S. that are technically windier than Chicago. Also, Chicago is not named The Windy City because of windy weather, but rather windbag politicians trying to get the World's Fair in the late 19th century. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
I will have pictures from Chicago, and I will upload them to Facebook next week. The delay is due to:
3. I moved to a new apartment! Yes, it's true. I now have a one-bedroom apartment in Gaithersburg, Md., just outside of DC, in a great little neighborhood called the Kentlands. I'm within walking distance to a TON of little local shops and stores, plus the usual Giant, Whole Foods, Petsmart, Michael's, K-Mart, Chipotle, Five Guys, Panera, etc. Walking distance!
I moved to the suburbs, and I still hardly have to drive anywhere! There's a bus stop maybe 50 yards from my building that'll take me to a Metro station to come downtown for work, too.
So! You may be asking yourself why I moved to the suburbs when I loved living in the city so much. Good question.
Two main reasons above all else -- affordability and large dog approval. Consider the following: for approximately $1,400/month, I could get a 400 sq. ft. studio apartment downtown or a 950 sq. ft. two-bedroom apartment outside the District. Sooo yeah. There's that. Also, not too many apartment buildings downtown were cool with dogs who weighed more than 30 pounds. Allie weighs around 60-65. I can pass her off for 50-55 when need be because she's so lean. But no one will believe a black lab/border collie mix is 30 pounds.
And that's that. I was able to get a really nice and spacious 650 sq. ft. one-bedroom apartment for FAR less than a DC apartment would have been.
Now, why Gaithersburg? I now live 2.5 miles (a five-minute drive) from Rachel's house. No more 45-min drives through the northern DC ghetto! Right up the street! Fooooooor the win.
Barring unforeseen extraordinary circumstances, I will not be moving again until I buy a house or townhouse or condo or something. This marked my third residence-to-residence move in a less than a year and a half. I'm done. I will live here for at least two years, too.
And next time I move, you're damn right I'm hiring movers. I recently bought a bed, a couch, two end tables, two night stands and a new dresser. Everything but the couch (which will hopefully be delivered this weekend) is in the apartment. Combine that with my 55" HDTV and my kick-ass entertainment center, and what you get is too much damn work for me to move myself again.
Matt, Rachel and Rachel's dad helped me out this time, and my God I don't know what I would have done with them. A infinite number of thank yous to them.
BUT! The good news is I get to have Allie back now! I really cannot thank my parents enough for looking after her since November. I was in a tough spot, and, as usual, they really bailed me out. I haven't seen her since Christmas though, and I really miss having that crazy dog around. LOOK AT THIS FACE!!!
Oh Allie. End of May! Rachel and I will be going to Charlotte for Jay and Emily's wedding, and I'm picking her up then!
4. Weezer concert! Yes, I know. This item would be much more exciting if it were 1996, but c'est la vie. Rachel, Matt and I are going to see Weezer Friday night! If it were 1996, they'd pretty much play the Blue album and Pinkerton (two essentially perfect rock albums) back-to-back. That would be SO. GOOD. But, alas, they have quite a few mediocre-at-best albums to choose from now (Make Believe, the Red album, Raditude).
Don't get me wrong, there are some catchy songs off those albums (Pork and Beans, Greatest Man that Ever Lived, etc.), but they're a FAR cry from Across the Sea, Say it Ain't So, El Scorcho and Buddy Holly.
Oh well. I'm still looking forward to it. As I've mentioned here before, previous success will always guarantee I'll check out new Weezer releases even though I inevitably come away disappointed. Still, hopefully they'll play mostly their old, awesome stuff.
Success! I've written a novel and updated my blog!
To come:
Pictures of the Nats game I went to with Matt
Pictures from the trip to Chicago with Rachel
Pictures of my new apartment
Etc.
Life is good.
-B
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Blog Birthday!
This little blog turned a year old today. Happy birthday Island in the Sun!
In honor of the occasion, I present an Ode to Peach Snapple, immediately followed by another three weeks of neglect. Good day.
Peach Snapple, Peach Snapple,
Oh you help me grapple
with all of the day's little chores.
I pop off your cap
and read the fun fact
Drink up so that my mood will soar.
But seriously, fun times ahead!
Yes I found an apartment! Allie will be coming home to me soon! WOOHOO! I miss my girl. It's been far too long since I've seen her. More details on all of this in the coming weeks!
As I am quite fond of saying, life is good!
-BG
In honor of the occasion, I present an Ode to Peach Snapple, immediately followed by another three weeks of neglect. Good day.
Peach Snapple, Peach Snapple,
Oh you help me grapple
with all of the day's little chores.
I pop off your cap
and read the fun fact
Drink up so that my mood will soar.
But seriously, fun times ahead!
- New Jersey this weekend for Easter, where Rachel will meet the extended family.
- Next weekend, Rachel and I are flying to Chicago for a long weekend to check out her favorite American city.
- And then in the next few weeks I'm moving!
Yes I found an apartment! Allie will be coming home to me soon! WOOHOO! I miss my girl. It's been far too long since I've seen her. More details on all of this in the coming weeks!
As I am quite fond of saying, life is good!
-BG
Friday, March 19, 2010
Spunky, Sept. 29, 1998 - March 8, 2010
Spunky, my family's beloved yellow lab, passed away last Monday. He finally stopped eating and drinking, and when animals stop eating and drinking, there's not much you can do. It's just time at that point.Spunky started having seizures in 2001. They weren't fun to watch, and they couldn't have been fun for him, but we were told there wasn't anything more sinister going on (obviously, as he lived for another nine years). He was on medication for them, and we managed them the best we could.
They finally started to prove too much for him to handle over the summer. He had a massive seizure in July that left him wobbly and weak. The medication he had to take was in such a high dosage, he was left groggy and confused most of the time. Over Christmas, he was wearing a harness around his hips that had handles so we could pull him up because he had a hard time standing up from laying down.
And finally it just got to the point where it was last weekend. My mom was there with him and held him as he went to sleep. He wasn't scared. He was calm and happy, licking her arms and face to the end.
I'm sorry. I know that's hard to read, but I had to get it out one more time. I had to write it and see it to know it's real.
For all the health problems he had at the end of his life, that's never going to be how I'll remember him.
Spunky was our first family pet -- and really, I guess you can say he's our only family pet, seeing as how I no longer live at home, and my sister probably won't be moving back home after grad school.
When I was 16, we finally managed to convince our parents to get a dog. A friend of my dad had a lab who was having puppies. We went and visited, and immediately picked out two puppies: a yellow lab we named Spunky and a black lab we named Shadow. They were adorable. When we took them home, Shadow rested on my legs in the car, and Spunky shouted and barked the whole way home in the back of the van.And that's how he became Spunky. He was loud; he was rambunctious; he was FUN. He was what you expected out of a family lab. Shadow was the dominant of the two puppies, but he was more reserved. He still played a lot, but he was quiet.
Eventually, my mom's allergies proved too much, and we very sadly had to return the dogs to the woman who agreed to find new homes for them.
A few days passed. The box of puppy toys in the corner looked so sad, and in the few short days we had them, we'd grown incredibly attached to them and the atmosphere they created around the house.
One day, I came home from school and noticed the baby gate was up blocking the kitchen from the living room -- something we did when the puppies were there so they couldn't have accidents on the carpet. I walked over to the kitchen, and there was Spunky, sitting there looking at me.My parents agreed two dogs were too many for the allergies, but we could give one dog a try. So they went and picked up Spunky again and he was ours! We missed Shadow, but we knew he'd find a good home. He wasn't at a shelter. He was with friends of ours and he was a black lab puppy -- not exactly hard to find a home for those.
So Spunky was a part of our lives since then. He was funny and quirky, and he was everything you could want in a dog. And that's what I'll remember from now on. I'll always remember Spunky as the lively, healthy, energetic dog he was growing up.
I'll remember him sprinting the length of the fence in the backyard with his friend Jazz, the rottweiler next door.
I'll remember him curiously nosing the back fence as the cows (yes, cows) walked by. He jumped at the fence, and an equally curious cow head-butted the fence, knocking Spunky down. He decided to watch safely from a few feet back from then on as the cows made their almost-daily march through the field behind our house.
I'll remember him sprinting and jumping through the air as we threw him the ball over and over and over again. He was never happier than when someone was throwing him a tennis ball.I'll remember the bright brown eyes, so full of life, and the snow-white tip on his tail.
I'll remember the time he got out of the backyard and only went to the front door and sat down, waiting to be let in, as if to say, "I know how good I have it here; I'm not going anywhere else, thanks."
Spunky was a great, great dog. He lived to be 11 and a half, and he lived in three different decades. Not bad at all. He was happy and loved as much as a dog could be loved.
Rest in peace, Spunkers. We'll never forget you, and we'll love you and miss you forever.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
I like dark comedies; that's why I like the Wayans brothers.
The One-Man Wolfpack, Zach Galifianakis, hosted SNL this past weekend. Here's the opening monologue. Fantastic stuff.
Some of my favorite lines:
"HEY EVERYBODY! HERE COMES THE CHOO-CHOO!"
"[My girlfriend is] writing a book on contemporary feminist theory and she let me read the manuscript. I gotta tell ya, it's pretty good for a girl."
"If you read my blog you know I'm a pilates freak. And by pilates I mean waffles."
Some of my favorite lines:
"HEY EVERYBODY! HERE COMES THE CHOO-CHOO!"
"[My girlfriend is] writing a book on contemporary feminist theory and she let me read the manuscript. I gotta tell ya, it's pretty good for a girl."
"If you read my blog you know I'm a pilates freak. And by pilates I mean waffles."
Friday, March 5, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Haikus
So I was talking to Rachel last night, and, long story short, I wrote a bunch of terrible, cheesy haikus. Might as well post them here, no?
I like to sing songs
I'm probably not that good
Better in my head
Fraggles are the best
The doozers are really strange
Gorgs are frightening
Spinach tastes so good
Leafy, green wonder veggie
Popeye was correct
This one is for Rachel, who, amazingly, has never had a hot dog
Hot dogs for the win
Stunned you have never had one
Need two to feel full
These next two are dedicated to N.C. State
State fans are depressed
Unending kick in the pants
There's always next year
My team sucks so much
It's no fun watching the games
Tired of losing
This one is for my sister, who went to San Diego last weekend
Stacy was so drunk
Rode a mechanical bull
Kicked out of the bar
Stacy likes hockey
Micol took her to some games
A sports fan, who knew?
Scarlet's tumbling
Why stand on a small table?
A big girl goes down
Funny haikus win
Too bad I'm not that funny
Someone tries too hard
I like to sing songs
I'm probably not that good
Better in my head
Fraggles are the best
The doozers are really strange
Gorgs are frightening
Spinach tastes so good
Leafy, green wonder veggie
Popeye was correct
This one is for Rachel, who, amazingly, has never had a hot dog
Hot dogs for the win
Stunned you have never had one
Need two to feel full
These next two are dedicated to N.C. State
State fans are depressed
Unending kick in the pants
There's always next year
My team sucks so much
It's no fun watching the games
Tired of losing
This one is for my sister, who went to San Diego last weekend
Stacy was so drunk
Rode a mechanical bull
Kicked out of the bar
Stacy likes hockey
Micol took her to some games
A sports fan, who knew?
Scarlet's tumbling
Why stand on a small table?
A big girl goes down
Funny haikus win
Too bad I'm not that funny
Someone tries too hard
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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