The latest craze...

Well, I'd say for about 2 months now, I've been playing disc golf and I think I'm hooked. Late last summer(I think), my brother and I played it, and I was already looking forward to the next time we went out and played. It wasn't until a few months ago when I bought my own disc's and I'm glad I did. This has to be one of the greatest sports, granted you don't run into some arrogant people that have been playing it for a while. But, it doesn't matter how bad you mess up a throw, at the end you can still laugh it off. The exercise you get from it is awesome cause usually you walk, I'd say on average of about 2 miles. Which is pretty damn good cause usually it's through the woods/trails and you're going up hills, down hills, and so on. Another nice thing I've learned is it can easily be a family sport. Kids can throw it and have a good time, and everyone gets out of the house to indulge in some outdoor activities. I've played quite a bit in the past two months, and I'd definately have to say I love it. The one time, we went to a course in Wexford, PA and there was a tournament going on when we got there. We were able to play through since it was ending, however on one hole, (they were skipping around a little) they cut in front of us and played through. Watching them throw was unreal. What seemed effortless to these guys, they were sending these disc's to the next zip code! I learned a little just from watching them and their techniques. Also, I never really imagined the different ways to throw these damn things. There's the traditional throw, a side arm throw, a discus type of throw, and I'm sure there are more. Anyhow, to make a long story short, check this sport out. It doesn't matter how good/bad you are at it; it's good fun to be had by all that play it. Unless you just don't like doing any physical activity at all, I assure you it's worth a shot. And believe it or not, there is a sanctioned organization for it:

http://www.pdga.com/

Check it out!

From high to low...

This past weekend, I had reserve duty and I usually go to the base first to get issued a hotel room. Nothing unusual, right? Wrong. This weekend, they were expecting 3 other "outside" groups and things were getting packed. So my usual stay at the Holiday Inn wasn't going to happen, as it was full. The lady tells me I'll be staying at the Raddison...which is usually a real nice hotel. But here was the problem...it was almost halfway back from home! So, basically I just waisted my time and money driving all the way to the base and then given a room at a hotel over a third of the way back home. Well, I of course wasn't too happy about the whole thing and cursed the whole way to the hotel. I checked in, and found out every room had the "Sleep Number" bed in it. At that point, I was ok with having to come all the way back to the Raddison. Then I walk in the room...JACKPOT BABY! There was a jacuzzi in there, with the king size Sleep Number bed. I was in heaven! So, at that point I was definately ok making the extra long haul. The HIGH.

Now, let's fast forward a day to Sunday. After driving all day (9 hours to be exact) to Atlantic City, I was ready for a nice evening of sleep. I checked in at the Holiday Inn on the Boardwalk, and went to my room. Well, I walked in the room and about puked. There was a smell of humid funk in the room, and it just felt dirty. I was willing to accept the funk and rough it out as I was only there for 5 days. Well, I get ready for bed, pull back the sheets and inspected the bed. Now, I'll disclose some secret information my wife has taught me. She made the mistake on telling me to look at the bottom of the bed to make sure no one has put crap at the bottom of the bed. When I say crap, I mean crap-shit-poop, whatever you want to call it. So, with this now deadlocked in my head (till the day I day unfortunately) I look. No poop. I start with my forward motion just about to lay down while something else catches my eye. I stop dead in my tracks and look closely. It's broken glass! And it's all over the bed-under the sheets. I call the front desk, and get my room changed. Now, I'm on room #2 and it too is humid and has a very slight funky smell. No where near as bad as the previous one. I tough it out for the night. The next day, I realize there is mold on the ceiling over in the corner, and there is pieces falling on the nightstand next to the bed...and the wireless internet doesn't work in that room. So, I call again and get my room changed. Now, I'm on room #3. So far, so good. (knock on wood) The LOW.

The bad thing is, it's not like I'm even that picky or prissy about room quality. Just as long as I can live in it. So for future referense (or future warnings), don't stay at the Holiday Inn at the Boardwalk. It's nasty as all hell! I would feel cleaner if I rolled around in an oil spot at a truck rest stop. Somebody do something about this place!!!!

You got owned!!

Yes, I did get owned...in racquetball. Yesterday, is the first time I played in about +4 years, and I got my ass handed to me. And I have to credit my brother, Griffin, with those wins. We must have played about 8-10 games. I was starting to feel exhausted after about the 4th game, and we took a break. After the break, I started to finally get more than 3 points. Yea, I know...3 lousy points. I was looking for ways to gain strategy with my brother as he was out playing me. I finally found it with my serve. I found my serve that I used to be so good in, and I took full advantage of it. At about game 7-ish, I finally managed to get about 8 points, then 10 points. And I swore that I wasn't leaving until I beat my brother. And then the odds looked slim as there was 2 guys waiting to get in the court. It was our last game...my last shot in redemption. I had a 2 point lead. Then to 3...then to 4. Finally, it was game point...14-10. I hear my brother chant, "No pressure, don't choke" echo throughout the racquetball court. I serve it, and waited...and waited...NO RETURN! Match point! I finally WIN!!!! There is much credit to my brother as he seriously whooped me in the previous games, but at least I finally managed to squeeze a victory out my ass! Hey bro, thanks again for the bruise you gave me in the middle of my back...jerky! I'll take that as a badge of honor!

WANTED: New Morning Radio Personality

John Donald Imus Jr., a wanna-be shock jock that really got himself in a political mess. And what does he decide to do to get himself out and apologize for his alleged racial slur??? The one and only, Rev. Al Sharpton. Now, why in the world would you apologize for your racial comment to one of the most racist people around? Sharpton hates white people and it's clear as day! Poor Imus humiliated himself by going onto that show and Sharpton "nailed him on the cross." Apology after apology, making statements like, "I bet I've slept with more black kids in my house than you have!" to a man who called in to Sharpton's radio show, Imus kept digging his own grave. But lets look at the actual statement made.

"Nappy headed hos." is what he said about the Rutgers women's basketball team. Is that really a racial statement? I mean, anyone can be nappy haired, right? You wake up late for work, and roll out of bed and get dressed to go to work. Normally you don't care about your hair if you're late. So, just as common, a co-worker could say your hair is nappy. You don't wash your hair for a day or two; it could get nappy. White, black, brown, what ever your color of skin...anyone could have nappy hair. Even if it is considered a racist comment...it certainly could've been worse. I personally, don't like Imus, and could care less what happens to him. As the same for Sharpton. Here is one funny thing about the whole Imus ordeal. During the Sharpton/Imus show, another caller on the phone was talking with Imus, and he made a reference. The reference was "You people." Immediately, Sharpton and his staff went crazy. "What do you mean, You people?" I couldn't stop laughing cause after that point, you can't win. It was one thing while Imus was on his radio show and makes an alleged racial statement, and then you go into the lion's den and say You People!! Hilarious!

Finally, this is going to be one of those stories that will continue for like 4 months. The fact of the matter is he apologized...be done with it and move on. Not Rev. Al Sharpton. Between Michael Richards, and now Imus, Sharpton is on a roll. Note to self...if you're a celebity, and you say something racist or politically incorrect, DON'T GO TO SHARPTON (or Jesse Jackson for that matter)! They're a pure example of a racist! Talk to Bill Cosby or go on Soul Train or something. I really find it funny that the black community (or any community for that matter) can see this as a racial statement. Now, if Imus called the basketball team a bunch of blueberry pickers, darkies, tar babies, heebs, rag heads, micks or crackers ...that might be racist. Nappy headed hos; sorry, doesn't meet my standards for racism.

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Another one down, who know's how many to go.

So its Sunday, April 1st, April Fool's Day. I'm on my way back home after spending the day helping a buddy out, and I get a phone call. It's my father-in-law. He says to me, "Hey, your wife hit a deer on such & such street. I ask if everyone is ok, and he says her arm is bleeding. My mind is racing and wondering what I'm going to do still being 15-20 miles away from home. So of course I ask how bad is it. He states that it's pretty bad.

Now, I'm thinking, how the hell does she hit a deer on this road, and its this bad. And how the hell does she cut only her arm...was she trying to give the deer a high five? I sit there in silence, thinking, (occasionally a few swear words roll off the tongue). Finally, I ask "Are you B.S.'ing me? Is this an April Fools Joke?" Then I hear a loud audience of laughter in the background and I started to steam. After a few minutes of profanity, and name calling to my father in law, I couldn't believe he would do that. Talk about tempting some fate, eh? I told him to expect what he did, back...and twice as bad. So I finally get back home and go out to my father in laws house and share a few laughters with him, and just pretend to be suspicious after a few minutes. Right before I was about to leave, he kept asking me what I did. I just laughed and said nothing. I could tell it was starting to bother him as I really didn't do anything, but played it off like I did. And then came the sample of what he'll be getting. His youngest daughter was upstairs getting ready to go out, and her boyfriend was in the room with her just hanging out waiting until she got done. After I went up there to say a quick hello, I came back downstairs and waited for about 5 minutes. I then started "feeding" my wife a fabricated story (which she even thought was true). I also made sure I was telling the story loud enough for my father in law to hear. So I begin saying to my wife, "Wow, I can't believe your sister is allowed to have boys in her room yet." I knew this would set her off on a tangent, and she was hooked for my story. I continued on saying that as soon as I walked in her room, she was just putting on her jeans. I said to my wife, "Geesh, I can't believe your sister would change her pants like that in front of her boyfriend?" Of course my wife started flipping out, and then my father in law over heard everything. So, now I got them both started up, saying "She better not be doing that shit!" The more they were getting pissed, the funnier it got. He starting walking toward the staircase and right behind him was my wife. As soon as his foot hit the stair, I yelled, "Gotcha suckers!!!" He froze in his steps, and I could see his face getting red. He looks back at me and says, "You son of a bitch!" I broke out in laughter, and told him, "See, doesn't feel so good, does it!" Justification at it's best.

Unfortunately for my father in law, I'm not done yet. As was once quoted, "I have not yet begun to fight!" Hopefully, he'll get the message not to mess with the best...I always get the upper hand, damn it!!!