...that if a director tells you to show up for your hard rock video in khakis and a polo, then you need to find yourself a new director.
1.17.2009
1.12.2009
Four Score and Seven Years Ago...
This has the potential to be a long story with a very small payoff. However, it was the funniest thing to happen to me this weekend, so I thought I would share.
On Saturday, the girl with the green eyes and I went to a baby shower for some friends of ours. It was as good as a baby shower can be I guess (the guys escaped upstairs to watch the game and play poker, so I still have absolutely no clue what happens at a baby shower).
There were several people there that we had never met before, so Candice did her job of working the room and I grabbed a sandwich and hit the corner of the couch giving off the ever so friendly "don't bother me" vibe. Which worked.
One couple had brought their 2 year old son and he quickly became the life of the party. Partly because he would jump of the couch onto the oversized ottoman, doing as many summersaults along the way as he could, and partly because the kid is a whiz kid.
I'm not kidding. He could name the states in alphabetical order. He knew the pre-amble to the constitution. He could name all of our presidents in order. It was amazing. Did I mention he was 2?
Later on, we had dinner at my inlaws house with my sister-in-law (Stefanie) and her soon-to-be-deployed marine boyfriend. We were discussing the wunderkid and this was the conversation.
Me:...yeah, this kid was amazing. He knew the presidents, the pre-amble....He even knew the Gettysburg Address!
Stefanie: That's not that impressive. Everyone knows that at some point. I know it.
Me: You know the Gettysburg Address?
Stef: Yeah, everybody does. It's like something something Pennsylvania Avenue.
Me: (falling on the floor laughing)
End Scene.
On Saturday, the girl with the green eyes and I went to a baby shower for some friends of ours. It was as good as a baby shower can be I guess (the guys escaped upstairs to watch the game and play poker, so I still have absolutely no clue what happens at a baby shower).
There were several people there that we had never met before, so Candice did her job of working the room and I grabbed a sandwich and hit the corner of the couch giving off the ever so friendly "don't bother me" vibe. Which worked.
One couple had brought their 2 year old son and he quickly became the life of the party. Partly because he would jump of the couch onto the oversized ottoman, doing as many summersaults along the way as he could, and partly because the kid is a whiz kid.
I'm not kidding. He could name the states in alphabetical order. He knew the pre-amble to the constitution. He could name all of our presidents in order. It was amazing. Did I mention he was 2?
Later on, we had dinner at my inlaws house with my sister-in-law (Stefanie) and her soon-to-be-deployed marine boyfriend. We were discussing the wunderkid and this was the conversation.
Me:...yeah, this kid was amazing. He knew the presidents, the pre-amble....He even knew the Gettysburg Address!
Stefanie: That's not that impressive. Everyone knows that at some point. I know it.
Me: You know the Gettysburg Address?
Stef: Yeah, everybody does. It's like something something Pennsylvania Avenue.
Me: (falling on the floor laughing)
End Scene.
1.04.2009
Real Teams Can Gain Two Yards...
Doyle Brunson, the famed poker player, is known to say the worst day of the year is the day you get knocked out of the main event at the World Series of Poker. I agree with the sentiment but disagree on the day. No, for me, the worst day of the year is when my beloved Colts are knocked out of title contention. All in all, I can't complain too much as they gave me a better year than I was expecting 7 weeks into the season. I was able to see them live twice and they won both times (though I would've traded the San Diego victory I witnessed for one yesterday!)
My biggest disappoinment isn't in our defense. It isn't even in the horrible, horrible, horrible (did I mention horrible?) penalty for defensive holding that gift wrapped the victory for the Chargers. No, my number 1 disappoinment is that we had a third and 2 with 2:00 left on the clock. Two yards and we seal a 14 - 17 victory. Two yards.
I understand our bread and butter. I get that we are a pass first, second and third and run fourth kind of team. I get it. But to clear the backfield when all you need is two measly yards. Six feet. No play action? No QB sneak? No "give it all you got for the playoffs" push from the front five?
Nope.
Well, that's what you get when you live by the pass. Sometimes you get sacked.
Thanks for the season, my little horses. I'll be there next year. Maybe this time we will beat those bolts when it counts.
My biggest disappoinment isn't in our defense. It isn't even in the horrible, horrible, horrible (did I mention horrible?) penalty for defensive holding that gift wrapped the victory for the Chargers. No, my number 1 disappoinment is that we had a third and 2 with 2:00 left on the clock. Two yards and we seal a 14 - 17 victory. Two yards.
I understand our bread and butter. I get that we are a pass first, second and third and run fourth kind of team. I get it. But to clear the backfield when all you need is two measly yards. Six feet. No play action? No QB sneak? No "give it all you got for the playoffs" push from the front five?
Nope.
Well, that's what you get when you live by the pass. Sometimes you get sacked.
Thanks for the season, my little horses. I'll be there next year. Maybe this time we will beat those bolts when it counts.
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