Coliseum Basketball

I’m going to start out a little unorganized today. Usually I go in order of the HUGE happenings in my life and pick up the next Blog where I left off. Today I’m hitting a different direction. I’m going to lead things off with some basketball action and it was quality. My boy Clark invited me yesterday to come to Morgantown (45 minutes away) to play some hoops. Where at? The WVU Coliseum. I haven’t had a chance to play there before yesterday, but I’m glad I did. Not too often do you get a chance to play on the main floor of a Division-I court, so props to Clark for hooking that one up. It should be a regular thing now, so I’ll keep everyone posted on how the games are going. We only had 7 guys last night, as 3 didn’t show up. That’s the only complaint because we weren’t able to run fullcourt. Still, the halfcourt games were intense, but I’m ready for some full action, because that’ll be straight up run and gun ball, which I love best. Most little guys would say that though. As far as how I played last night, I was happy with myself. You can shoot the lights out like crazy in that gym. Or I thought so anyways. I might not be able to jump 2 inches off the ground and never can block a shot or get many rebounds, but I think I’ll take my shooting against anyone, especially from long distance range. That and I got to run a lot of point last night, which is always good times. Even competition, running point, and firing up 3’s? That’s my kind of day there. Also, more props to Clark for hooking me up with some Riptide Rush Gatorade, powder form, enough to make 6 gallons. Sweet!

Now it’s time to backtrack. I woke up yesterday for my standards to get a haircut at 11:00. Usually the haircut would be the highlight of the day, just for my barber alone, but ball overshadowed it for once. Still, it was a great trip. He wasn’t crazy wound up this time, but you always get your money’s worth no matter what. A few quotes I’d like to share. I forget what the exact topic was at the time, but we were talking about some of the legends in town, and my barber pulls off this one, “There are some crazy motherfuckers in this town!” Gotta love that. Then I asked him about his son (around 30 or so) and his daughter (19 and the hottest chick in town if I were voting) about their beach trip they’re on now. They both took their girlfriend and boyfriend and left the parents at home. Why? My barber wouldn’t go to the beach no matter what. To that topic he replied, “Fuck the beach! You couldn’t get me to that motherfuckin place!”

I make a shopping run with Mom after I get my hair chopped off. We roll to AAA to get some directions to Ocean City, Maryland even though we’ve been there a lot. We just haven’t been there in a while and wanted to be safe, plus get an updated list of restaurants in there area and such for when we go, starting next weekend. Then it’s off to the West Virginia hangout known as Wal-Mart. I didn’t need anything, but of course you can’t just go to Wal-Mart and not buy stuff. I loaded up on a lot of frozen food (chicken, Chinese food) and some donuts. I’ve cut way back on my sugary foods. I haven’t had a candy bar or anything of that nature in a while. I’m kind of surprised at myself with that one. But I can’t totally not eat junk food, as I had to load up on the donuts. I’m already on 3½ years without having a pop. I never thought I’d be able to do that one, but I rarely have any cravings now unless it’s for a Cherry Coke or Mr. Pibb, the high test stuff. Without that stuff, it does a wonder on making your abs better. That’s your health tip of the day, heh.

I got home and watched the Yankees game with my parents and Spank. They got the beat downs again, this time 10-8 to the Tigers. The Tigers owned us, as they took 2 of 3 in this series. Tigers 0wnzorz j00! Now today we start a 4-game series with the red hot Devil Rays before going on All Star Break. Boston still doesn’t want any though as they’re in a season long coma. During the game, me and Spank hit up some Mega Man 4 for old school Nintendo. This may be the toughest Mega Man out there. You really have to work in some of these boards as we were both struggling. Cork is all over it though, as Mega Man is one of his favorite series of games evarrrr. Maybe in his Blog, he’ll update you with the Mega Man Anniversary Collection.

The Flair book is going great. I could post so many stories that they could be entire Blogs of their own. This will be done in no time. I’d have it done in a few days if I wasn’t such an internet freak. What confuses me is that 95% of the time I’m on here, I’m doing absolutely JACK SQUAT as our own DerekHood would say. It’s true. You all are the same way. I’ll be sitting here at 1:00 and thinking I’m so tired that I need sleep. The next thing I look up and it’s 6:00 AM and I haven’t done a thing. It’s screwed up, but I guess I’ve been hooked to the internet for about 10 years now, so I wouldn’t know any other way.

I almost forgot a very important thing to me. Yesterday I finally received my Beavis package in the mail. I got every single episode evarrr and also the movie for only $20. I ripped that person off big time. I can’t put a price on something like that. It even has the pilot episodes from Liquid Television if you remember that from MTV. Frog Baseball! Even though I’ve seen them all a million times, it’s still awesome to watch again and again and again. Some life we live in Shinnston huh? Anyways, it’s funny to see the artwork in the earlier episodes compared to the last few seasons they ran. Even the voices have changed a little.



And I’ll end thangs with some words from the lyrical genius, $haq:

Rapper: Shaquille O’Neal – Song: What’s Up Doc? (Can We Rock?) – Album: Shaq Diesel

I'm the hooper, the hyper
Protected by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife, and cut you with precision
Forget Tony Danza, I'm the boss
When it comes to money, I'm like Dick Butkas
Now who's the first pick? me, word is born and
Not a Christean Laettner, not Alonzo Mourning
That's okay, not being bragadocious
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is alidocious
Peace, I gotta go, I ain't no joke
Now I slam it (what?) jam it (unh)
And make sure it's broke