I have always wanted to live near the glass.
Open and cold
Pure and nice.
Crystalline structures formed feet above the surface.
The glass is the only thing that serves a purpose.
Frozen water, a protector from the sub zero abyss.
The sun sets and rises and reflects of the face, until the heat comes then it’s a race.
A race against time
To finish through the line.
Well it’s all over now. The Super Bowl is finished and another season is in the books. The Baltimore Ravens have emerged as the Super Bowl Champions over the favored San Francisco 49ers. The Ravens were in control for most of the game, and for a moment, really lost their edge. However, the Ravens were able to get it together when it mattered, and held on to win. The Harbowl ended with John very badly outcoaching his brother, Jim. John went for some very gutsy calls all game.
His first was a fake field goal run for Justin Tucker that while did not result in a first down or a score, resulted in a 3 and out for the 9ers on their own 6 yard line. It was a win-win for John. The next gut-wrencher was when John decided to call a pass on a 3rd down and short that resulted in a 15-20 yard gain from Joe Flacco to Anquan Boldin. It was a great pass and catch, but was somewhat unneeded. The final one was the most impressive, however. With 13 seconds left in the game, the punter, Sam Koch, must have been told to HOLD ONTO THE BALL AT ALL COSTS. DO NOT PUNT. DO NOT FUMBLE!!!
The play resulted in the 9ers getting a safety. But the clock ran down so far, that Colin Kaepernick was not going to step on the field again. The game was left to the return game with only 4 seconds left. The kick off was taken and the rest is history. No score meant a ravens victory.
My shoutout goes to Ray Lewis, who has been an idol of mine since the very beginning. I gotta love that guy.
The 2012/2013 season has come to a close, but the new 2013/2014 season began at 12 AM eastern time. The new season is an hour and a half old. Time to get back to work. Many trades, contracts and player drama will occur in the coming months. Free agency opens in a month and a half, which is one of my favorite times of the league year. I love watching money go flying. Hopefully my Eagles can pick up some big names. But the night belongs to Baltimore. Congratulations to Ray Lewis on finishing his career on a high note, and congrats to the Baltimore Ravens. They earned it!
This has been a somewhat ridiculous Super Bowl week filled with rumors, dumb comments and of course drama.
The rumors start with Ray Lewis and deer antler spray. For those that have no idea what deer antler spray is, you’re not alone. I don’t really know that much about it either. What I do know is that one ingredient in the spray is on the NFL’s list of banned substances. The ingredient is considered a performance enhancing drug.
Ray Lewis is rumored to have used the spray in order to heal faster from his torn triceps injury. One of his doctors has “confirmed” that he in fact did prescribe the spray to Lewis. However, one big piece of the story was left out.
Ray was never tested. There is absolutely no proof that he was or is currently on any form of PED. There was no test. There are only stupid rumors. Ray issued a denial (duh) immediately following the allegations. He’s still playing so don’t be upset. I guess the doctor must have been a San Fran fan.
The White House just came out with this dashing photo of Obama shooting clay pigeons at Camp David.
I really love the way the White House is trying to look “pro-gun” by releasing this photo. There really shouldn’t have to be so much of an effort by the White House to try to convince so many gun-advocate dunderheads that their president isn’t going to come to their house and steal their guns when they sleep.
America has a weird fascination with guns. About 40% of Americans have guns in their house. This is one of the only developed countries on the planet where the citizens feel the need to own assault weapons and as many magazines as they can handle. There really is no reason for people to own these types of weapons. The only benefit of an assault weapons is that they don’t leave time for people to think in between shots.
Take Australia for example. My cousin, a police officer in Tasmania, came over to California just after the Sandy Hook shootings. He and his entire family really could not understand the gun laws here in the States. In Australia, no one is allowed assault weapons, guns must be kept in locked containers and police officers check to see if your house is suitable for guns. I asked him if there are many shootings in Australia, and he replied, “Um, no. Of course not.”
What a luxury it must be to live in a country where shootings aren’t something common. It really is not hard to make that dream become a reality. America could take a page from Australia’s law book. This is something that can happen, it’s just a matter of how much people care about saftey.
I am adrift at sea, each wave weakens my already weak raft. Every gust of wind feels like it may be my last. I am running out of water. Land is still not in sight.
I am out of water. I may have one more day left. I am writing this note on the last piece of paper I have. hopefully someone finds it.
10 years later this note arrives on a shore in California. A man picks it up and reads it. He recognizes his own hand writing immediately. He rips up the note and throws the bottle out to sea to get swallowed by the waves.
What is electricity?
Does it give humans solace in the middle of the night?
Does it allow for the advancement of mankind?
Does it allow lost things to be found?
Does it illuminate homes?
Does it illuminate streets?
Does it illuminate towns?
Cities?
Countries?
Earth?
It does none of these things.
The only things it does is provide hope to a failing team.
This past week, my family and I got a new puppy. Strangely, even though I’ve had dogs as long as I can remember, this is the first puppy I’ve ever had. Also, it’s the first dog that has ever gotten along with other dogs that I’ve ever had.
Right now the little guy’s about 10 weeks old. He hasn’t barked yet, which is kind of weird, but he doesn’t make any other noise either, which is fine with me. Along with being mute so far, he doesn’t actually have the best sight. He’s fallen in our pool three times, and off of the steps countless other times. But still, he gets around and is too damn cute not to play with.
I’m hoping Ca$h will be a hiking and camping dog. He can’t make it around the block yet, but I still have my hopes.
The sneaker release that I am most excited for this year is The 88′ Retro White Cement Jordan 3. By far. This is a proper retro release featuring a “nike air” on the back tab. That single detail is what makes this sneaker special. Up until 2001 all Retro Jordans featured that detail on the back.
After that year the Nike air was replaced by the Jordan jumpman logo. The nike air is original. Iconic. Necessary. It represents everything Michael Jordan did in that sneaker. From the Spike Lee “Mars Blackmon” ads to the dunk competition.
This is the biggest release for 2013.
I will be camping by my computer at 5:30 to get one of these off of Nike.com and will either be extremely happy or sad that day.
And now is the time for disappointment. “Nike Air” comes at a price, $200. a 40 dollar jump from the previous release. The quality is no better, but it is better than the $400 they will go for on ebay the next day.
The struggles of somebody that loves sneakers.
I’m sorry to use the term “LAX Bro,” but I just love using it to piss people off.
It is almost that time of the year to go beat the crap out of people with metal poles and have some good old fashioned fun.
Lacrosse has been defined by Webster Dictionary and all other reputable sources as, ” (n) Lacrosse: The sport real men play during baseball season, (v) To Lacrosse: The act of beating opponents with metal alloy sticks whilst others throw leather balls into leather mitts and slide in dirt because dirt is fun.”
If you would like to check up on that I urge you not to because I would hope you trust me enough to know that’s true.
Lacrosse combines aspects of basketball, soccer, and hockey.
It is the sport of all sports, while it is not my favorite sport to play it comes in 2nd due to a 3 way tie between Football and Ice Hockey.
Lacrosse is raw.
Lacrosse is mean.
Lacrosse is what is up my friend.
Last year was my first season and I was just learning the ropes.
I chose to play defense because I enjoyed the idea of holding a 6 foot long metal stick that I can beat people with.
It is so hard to talk about lacrosse without billions of sexual innuendoes going through your head, but bear with me people.
So as promised, I’m writing a blog about the newest addition to our family, Moose. After our dog Hattie passed away from cancer several years ago, we went in search of a companion for our other dog Luna.
The first dog we came across, who we named Ute, was a bit too feisty for the family lifestyle. So we took him back to the animal shelter, and came home with Moose.
When I first saw Moose, I was grooming my horse in the barn. My dad and brothers walked into the barn aisle with him on a leash, and I am not kidding when I say I thought he was the ugliest dog I had ever seen. He is very clearly a mutt, and as my mother says, “he is everything but the kitchen sink.”
He is black, with brown feet and brown cheeks. His tongue has a small birth mark on it, and his feet are absolutely ginormous, if that’s even a word. He’s gotten a little less odd looking as he’s gotten older, but my first impression was to look at my family and think “what have you done?”
Much to my surprise, Moose was a character. He would walk out our back door and disappear for hours on end. When we first got him, we lived on a ski mountain. He came home one night with a cut on his foot from someone’s ski’s, and another time he came home with a huge gash on his leg from getting hit by a car.
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