Purdue’s Loss = My Fault

Sorry Purdue fans! It’s apparently my fault we lost.  I changed seats during the game.

My friend Andy had an extra ticket with him, so I decide to sit in the Pit for the first half.  The seats are just 3 rows behind the bench so you really feel like you are part of the game.  For the first half, Purdue looked ok.  We weren’t doing anything spectacular, but we were winning by 7.  

Since it was our last home game, I wanted to sit with my normal crew for the second half…  Especially since Jessi made great signs for Senior night!!!  Our goal was to get Calf-Tat’s attention with our We “heart” Calf-Tat signs.  It worked!!!!!  He gave us a smile and a wave and said thanks.  Made my day!!  Back to the game… Purdue looked awful the second half.  Our passes were lobs, JJ couldn’t post up, offense and defensive was bad.  We just didn’t have it together.  Northwestern is tough.  They beat MSU at MSU!  I just hate that they came into our house on Senior night and beat us.  Hopefully we will learn from this and apply some better consistency for the Big Dance coming up.

Here were my seats for the first half of the game…


From Nate’s view…


Here are my seats for the second half…


My beloved Calf-Tat.  You will be missed.  If this banner goes missing, I’ll have an alibi prepared.


The Bast…chelor

Where do I begin?!  I’m a huge reality TV show fan.  I prefer the ones that are adventure or competition based (here I come Amazing Race), not modeling or love shows.  However, I have routinely watched the Bachelor and have routinely been disappointed with the outcome, but for some reason, continue to watch it each season.

Last year, a group of about 10 girls got together each Monday to watch the Bachelorette with our own color commentary.  It’s quite fun because we all have our favorites and pick on each other when someone’s person does something stupid.  Last year we even played a points-based game and if your person cried or did a stupid talent, you lost 5 points.  Good thing we didn’t do that this time because we certainly didn’t have enough point categories to cover what happened this season.

Last night was the Finale.  K was the only one who wanted Molly to win.  Here she is rubbing it in our faces with her sign she made.  If this had audio, you’d hear her say “Suck it Bitches!”  Classic.  Notice Amanda… she’s so mad, she won’t even face the camera.


The girls have all been reading the message boards about this “hoax” of a show.  If you haven’t and want to, here’s a good spot to start.  http://www.realitysteve.com This guy says he has Hollywood connections and knows the scoop.  After reading it today, seems that he really does.  So the girls all had an idea of what was going to happen tonight.  I didn’t and I was livid at what happened. 

I won’t soap box on Jason and his poor choice of decision making skills (contractually, engagement, whatever).  Like RealitySteve says, we may never really know if this whole thing was planned or not.  What I will rant about is how ABC started this program for people to find true love and then makes a mockery out of an engagement for two people.  My definition of engagement is that 2 people ARE going to get married.  They aren’t taking a next step to figuring out if it will work.  That’s called dating.  I’m not a romantic sap by any stretch, but this really ticked me off.  Of course, people can change their minds.  I’d rather see that then divorce.  But the editing and marketing strategies employed by ABC lured us all down a ridiculous path for 2 months.  Hell, they announced DeAnna on show 1 and gave her 3 minutes of air time on the final show saying “I made a mistake” only to find out she was just making a statement, not asking Jason to do anything.  If they did script this whole ending, they are hearless individuals.

Bravo to ABC and their promo teams!  You got your ratings this time, but they won’t get mine next time.  I’m done with the Bachelor.  The “most dramatic ever”, the ex who makes a mistake comes back, the jilted lover twist… ain’t gonna work again.  Good news is, we’ll soon forget about Jay and Mol (Bleauh… vomit) just like we forgot about all these poor saps.  http://www.usmagazine.com/photos/bachelor-where-are-they-now

How Busy Is Too Busy?

When I say I book up 2 weeks in advance, I really mean it.  It’s gotten a little better lately… it’s about a week now.  But this weekend was jam packed.  I’ll just give you my Saturday rundown.  My girlfriend Amanda is getting her fitness class certification at LifeStyle.  You have to “Team Teach” before they set you off on your own.  I’ve been attending BodyPump sporadically for a few months and luckily that’s the one Amanda is going to be teaching.  Her parents were in town this weekend, and wanted to share in her experience.  4 of us that used to attend classes at our old gym got together and went to class.  Here’s a look at what it is.

Video to be posted soon…

It’s an hour long, all body parts with whatever weight you choose.  Apparently my weight isn’t heavy enough as Amanda kept pointing out things I shouldn’t be able to do if my bar was at the right weight for me… guess twirling the bar like a baton in between sets, doesn’t cut it.  (Just kidding!)  Thanks coach.  I’ll try better next time! 

After class, I got home to get some breakfast down, change and head to Purdue.  Only 2 more home games, left… got to make them all.  We played Ohio State.  They beat us earlier in the year on their court.  They were shooting a whopping 60% that game!  That’s unheard of!  Hopefully they wouldn’t do that today.  We did our pre-game ritual at Harry’s and my friend Shawn had the audacity to bring a Buckeye to the game.  I sat them both in the Time-Out chairs.  


The Boilers only had a 6 point lead at the half but we came out strong in the 2nd and THE Retarded State couldn’t hold on.  Chalk up a victory for us!  I had to poke fun of course.


After the game it was time to race home to shower and change, AGAIN, for a birthday party out in Castleton.  Usually I’m selfish and sleep in the car on the way home from games to get some quick energy before my next event, but it was only me and Jessi and the car and I wanted to keep her company.  I got home, and shut my eyes for maybe 6 minutes and started the process all over again.   

My moving stats are 150 miles, 18 hours, 6 locations, 3 outfits, lots of cocktails.

Worst Day Ever!

Ok, maybe not EVER, but nothing seemed to work in my favor today.  

Let’s talk about volleyball first.  Tonight was the semi-finals and finals.  We were missing half (3 people) of our team tonight, so we got 2 subs and felt pretty sure we’d be able to handle any team that came our way.  Our semi game was against a very strong undefeated team.  We took it to 3 games, but were victorious.  It was still a close one in the 3rd game but we rallied back from 5-11 to win at 21.  SWEET!  Bring on the next team.
Finals… I hadn’t seen the team we played before.  I went up to do the rock-paper-scissor tip off.  For those that don’t know… if you win the tip off, you choose “serve” or “side” and pick what you want to happen.  They won, and he said “You serve”.  HE CHOSE THE OPTION TO DECIDE THE SERVE.  I said, “We want this side.”  It was the side they just won on… I know game play folks.  So we are all set up ready to go and they challenge the RPS tip off!!!  What the FUCK?!  Are you kidding me?!  They gave the argument that the person they chose to do the RPS didn’t know what he was doing… ahh, on my team, you’d be cut.  Sooooo trying to be a friendly opponent, I said fine.  We switched sides and the game play commenced.  We schooled them the first game.  I think we got overconfident and the second game, they beat us by 6.  Third game….. We were down the whole time.  I was up to serve at 10-20…. game ends at 21.  We made a good effort, but came up short.  I think it ended 16-21.  $#%&^*#$^$$%^.  I really really really wanted to win.  Not for me but for my team and I really mean that.  We have progressed so much that I felt like this was our shot.  I didn’t want to talk to anyone after.  I was visibly pissed.  I barely said bye to anyone, but Kristin offered to go get drinks afterward.  Twist my arm…
We headed to our beloved Lucky’s only to notice the place was pitch black.  A little hand written sharpee marker note was on the door “Lucky’s is temporarily closed.  We will reopen soon.  Happy St. Pat’s Day.”  WTF #2?  Off to Hooters because it’s just across the parking lot.  (Kristin grabbed an application by the way.)  We get to Hooters and the Michigan v. Purdue game is on.  We are away and down 11 with 5 minutes to go.  WTF#3?  I didn’t think we had this game in the bag, but I was hoping if we were down, it was early on and rallied back.  Then I see Robbie playing and blow a gasket.  SAVE HIM.  I know 1 player can completely change the dynamic on the court, but we aren’t even to March yet.  SAVE HIM.  Oh well, guess that’s why I’m not the head coach and just a white collar worker.  Boilers lost. Boo.
In summary, all I gained tonight was a bruised ego, a $10 bar tab and a Jagermeister keychain.  My teammate Chris put things into perspective for me… He txt after the match and said “Last year semis, this year finals… it’s ours next year”.  That made that little fire in my competitive nature ignite again.  Til next Thursday… no time off to next season!

I’m jealous!

My brother is in Costa Rica playing with monkeys…  Check out his stories. 

Monkeys are one of my favorite animals and I actually know a woman that had a monkey when she was a kid.  Her father was stationed over seas and shipped them home a monkey.  It ended up with an infection and died because of them giving it baths.  Guess the baths got rid of the monkey’s natural skin defenses against illness.  Anyway, her dad shipped a new one home!  Who gets TWO monkeys?!  Not fair!  I couldn’t get my dad to buy me a trampoline as a kid!

#21 Purdue 81 #Nothing IU 67

After my race, I raced home to get ready to head up to West Lafayette for the highly anticipated Purdue vs IU basketball game.  I say “highly anticipated” lightly.  We all know IU doesn’t stand a chance this year.  I would prefer to beat them when they are actually decent so the bragging could mean more, but a win is a win.  My group headed to our beloved Harry’s for our own pre-game rituals.

Since I was hoping for a landslide victory, I expected Calf-Tat to get some great playing time towards the end of the game.  I even tried to emulate my favorite player.
Well, my boy only got 12.8 seconds and 0 shots.  Maybe next time.  The exciting part was as we were watching for Calf-Tat to go in the game, we noticed him hand-signaling with someone in front of us in the pit.  This guy comes up to us after the game and it turns out, it’s his brother.  We told him we are just fans of #55 and know he doesn’t play much but appreciate him being on the team.   I showed him my tribute to #55 and he takes a picture with my calf-tat.  Awesome!  
Any bets on how long it will take me to get this thing off now?!

Polar Bear Run 2009

Is it unpatriotic to go the bathroom while the National Anthem is playing?!  I’m downtown in Indy with a few minutes before my 5 mile race was to begin.  I always use the “facilities” before my races so I was just keeping with my normal pre-race routine.  Except this time, I was literally using the john when the National Anthem started playing.  Talk about an awkward exit from a port-a-john.  Here’s the start line.

You head south east of the city and then loop back around to run by the mighty Lucas Oil Stadium.  After that it’s almost a straight shot to the finish line.  My only complaint is that the 5k runners merge with the 5 milers at mile 4.  How unfair!  They all are crankin’ a lot faster than me because I had 2 more miles on my legs.  Oh well, my green bib was cooler than their yellow bibs!
I don’t have any cool running stats like my bro, so here’s what I can offer… I ate 30 cheerios, drank 1 glass of milk, ran 5 miles for a finishing time of 43:20.  Good enough for me on a 30 degree day.  
Oh, on my drive to the race, I saw 2 policemen carrying about 8 Samauri swords and other odd looking weapons from an apartment on Meridian.  Wish I knew more about that story!  Off to watch my Boilers beat the Loo-Loo-Loo-Loosiers!
EDIT:  The company that sponsored my race sent me some stats.  I’ll get my geeky Garmin stats working soon, but for now here’s some more numbers for you.  “There were 64 finishers in the Female 30 to 34 age group and 846 finishers in the race. Your overall finish place was 326 and your age group finish place was 8.”

#21 Purdue 72 – #5 MSU 54

That’s what I’m talking about!!!!!!!!!!  Pha–nom–in–al!  The energy at Mackey the second half was just a great as it was for the first half of the Duke game, but with a better ending!  We did great.  We looked like the team we were at the end of last year.  Let’s just carry it though to March Madness now!  (and to their home court in March)


I didn’t like Hummel starting, but I rationalized it as a mind game with MSU.  If they saw him not start, maybe they’d see us as weak and get a jump on the game.  Hummel did play a bit too much for my taste at the end of the game.  We were up by 10-15 points and 4 minutes to go…. take him out!  That is notoriously when something bad might happen. 

One of my new favorites, Bobby “Buckets” Riddell, made his signature firing shot that pumps up the student section.  Normally you have to dunk, make a big 3… something substantial.  Not with this kid.  Any shot he makes brings energy into the crowd like no other player on our team.  But, my Subway-sub-of-the-game love goes to Calf Tat, Chris Reid.  Hang in there Chris!  I feel a field goal in your future!