Gonna go old school on this blog.. I have no idea what is going to be in here or if it will make any sense.. I won't proofread I won't spell check.. There will be run on sentences and little to punctuation it will be just heavy rambling.. Nothin new
Personally my pants are tight from eating roughly 10,000 calories a meal over the holiday season starting at Thanksgiving and hopefully ending soon so I can get back to 8000 a meal. The holiday season had its up and downs I won't get in to all the details but the news on DD gets a little more depressing everyday.. I need some hope but none is coming.. Why would I have the audacity for that.. I need a bailout.. Yuck I need to stop that it is even funny to me..
I was gonna blog on this earlier.. I have decided to start paying for parking at work which is priceless since it gives me an extra hour a day.. anyway.. to get in and out of my parking ramp I have to walk through this stairwell. 3 different times when I am walking up the stairway following a woman they take the next exit they possibly can and then they realize I am walking through the exit they make a quick scat back move around me and head back into the stairwell pretending they forgot where there car is parked.. It is nice to know that your appearance frightens people.
Movies..
What was good..
Burn Before Reading
The Dark Knight
Iron Man
Wow I was going to do some quick searching but off the top of my head that is all that I can think..
Pretty crap year..
Music
Weezer Red Album was great.. I liked a bunch of other music most of it would be to metrosexual music..
I think I asked this before but If I like Abba does that make me a bit feminine.. What is weird is that even though I hated the movie Mama Mia I liked the music.. I hated to admit that but we all have our cross.. I got winter clogs for Christmas as well as 2 other pair of shoes.. I love shoes.. Boy you start to wonder.. Maybe I could even vote for Democrat.. wait a minute.. It was a strange year..
Pro Sports in General
Basketball is close to folding up.. I still watch albeit very infrequently but even when I watch the "good" teams play there is no one at the games.. No one wants to say it but the league is on banana peel I would not be surprised if they go through a major restructuring in the next couple of years.. There is nothing better over the Christmas season to turn on the television and watch some tattooed angry dude mouthing f bombs while making the one dunk after getting scored on for 40 minutes and his team is down by 30.. Reduce the salary by 50% along with the number of games..
Football
16 games all of them mean something.. I know they are all thugs but I don't have to see them mouth f bombs after making a meaningless tackle in the 3rd quarter.. I love helmets.. Every year different teams in the playoffs..
Baseball..
Great game do not wreck it.. Get a salary cap..
Hockey..
It is a minor league sport.. No one is watching.. VS please .. Quit pretending.. it is niche sport.. Keep paying Russians millions to dominate your sport..
Minnesota Sports one liners
Twins
great regular season. have needed a 3rd basemen since well forever. young pitching continues to keep them relevant.. Mauer and Mornea not a bad duo to build around.. can't wait for the stadium..
Gopher Sports
I am getting closer and closer to just following the college sports.. The football team is a fun to watch they need a couple of years but if they manage to keep recruiting they can be a competitive team for quite a few years.. Hoops.. It is a blast in two years Tubby has turned this team into a team that could compete for Big ten Championship and dare I see a shot at sweet 16.. I will stop there but I am loving the college sports scene.... I am buying season tickets to gopher football..
Outdoor football on a Saturday afternoon.. Gotta love it..
Twolves..
I have nothing to say.. Insert ostrich joke.. No fans.. No League.. Thug players.. boring style of play.. No defense.. No effort.. Too much money.. The wolves are worse than when they joined the league. Hey we under the salary cap.. Who Cares.. We should pay people to go to a game.. I still watch them like I would gawk at a traffic accident.. McHale just wants basketball players.. Umm He know has a team of undersized lack of talent players that are all out of position.. What a joke... Me and the other 3 fans will continue to watch this horrible team..
Vikings
I have agreed with Chilly in the past on a few things.. I believe that the only way you can win in football is to build from the Offensive and Defensive lines out.. A great offensive lines makes any running back great..for example the Giants.. A great defensive lines make any linebacker look good..For example greenway.. lets go through the hard facts on the moves that have happened in the last 3 years I think.
Get rid of Culpepper.. Great move he has not played a quality games since leaving..
Signing Hutchinson.. Paid way way to much.. He is an all pro and anchors this line
Signing Shianco.. Took a lot longer than I hoped but he is turning into our best receiver period.. This is a shock..
Resigning Fat Pat.. The absolute reason our team has been 1 against the run for the last 3 years
Drafting Greenway I am eating my words on this guy.. He is playing very well right now..
Signing Leber solidified the position very nice signing
Signing Bobby Wade.. Nothing special but a solid receiver.. We have not drafted one since Moss.
Signed Chester Taylor.. What a steal.. This guys has been great every snap we have had him
Drafted Cedric Griffin.. Played himself into being a long term corner in the NFL..
Drafting A.D.. The other teams are just dumb.. just plain lucky here..
Signing Madeu Williams tough luck finding someone here.... He has made our pass defense.. Work
Signing Longwell some guys make cluctch kicks.. He is one of them.. solid pickup
Signing Jared Allen way way too much money.. But he has changed our attitude and makes the defense.. He was steal draft choice wise..
Drafing Cook.. He is horrible.. A big mistake.. Skinny slow and going nowhere. We will have to draft another tackle..
Drafting Tjack.. Way too high in the draft.. He is years away from being ok.. He might be ok in the long long run but if he is was 25% better we could be legitimate contenders this year.. We are entering the playoffs with the worst qb by a long shot..
Who Knows.. Go Vikes..
So all that being said the Vikes redid the entire roster spent a ton of money.. And they won the NFC North.. Chilly has his job and they have a window of around 2 years to do something.. The wilfs spent a ton of money but they made the Vikes relevant.. They will not get a stadium with Tax payer money so I am going to just enjoy it while I can....
Roll Heavy Roll
See Ya in 2009
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Monday, December 29, 2008
Thursday, October 09, 2008
4 Chuck
Why did I run a marathon..
The race was really icing on the cake.. I am sure I have discussed this before but I really struggled with dealing with Chuck's death.. There is no way to describe it other than I was really disappointed in that I have not done anything to show how much my big brother meant to me. I did not do anything.. I did not speak at the funeral.. It is just hard for me to tell people how big a whole he left in my life.. I have never really tried to fill it with anything because the emptiness I feel I don't want to ever loose.
So as I began running which I had done numerous times over the years and even after he died I would run like crazy for a month and then quit.. I just couldn't do it my feet felt like they where going to rupture my legs would hurt.. I would find away to stop running.. Something changed when I began the run this time.. First of all I started finding things in my life that I couldn't do because I was too "old".. I was not too old I was too out of shape and fat as a house..
And I started walking everyday.. I started running very short distances and when my legs hurt I took a day off.. And then I use to say I will try and get a run in sometime during that day that is all B.S. The only way was is to get out of bed stumble down the stairs stick my stumps in the best running shoes that money can buy and start rolling with IJ's music selections in my ear. I am asleep running.. It is done for the day.. That got me started.. But I never got the running high .. I never felt good running.. I was half asleep but it was work and painful and horrible.. I talked to BS and his only advice is just shut up and run. He was right it took almost 6 months of running a minimum of 4 times a week. And then I started realizing that there where turkey's,Deer, Sunrises.. I was not thinking about each step it was like going for a slow walk I wasn't breathing hard anymore my legs didn't hurt.. I became a runner.. I liked going for a run..
When I run I think about life it gives me some time to enjoy my life and make sure that I appreciate what I have.. It also gives me time to reflect back and think about all of the great times I have had in my life and the amazing people that I have come across in my life and specifically it gives me some time to think about Chuck and what fun it was to be a part of his life and how much fun those times where I would tell him something about my life and he would listen and make fun of me for worrying or whatever.. He would always say something like "at least you don't live in a shed by yourself".. He never let me worry about the small things in life he always kept reminding me to keep my on the prize. I wanted tell him something because I wanted him to be proud of me or let him know how much I needed his feedback on things.. Chuck was authentic he had a ton of issues but at the end of the day or in his case the end of his life he was authentic he was real.. There was no grey with Chuck if you wanted to know his opinion he would jam it down your throat.. I hope some of those good things rubbed off on me..
So as I am running one day and laughing to myself about what us brothers did with our dad we would always hold up 4 fingers and rub the skin on our arm and wave to each other when passing in a car or driving by on a tractor or working on the golf course. Then an idea rattled around in my head what if I could do something around that to pay tribute or at least do something.. It was my way of saying "You are still here" it was statement for my family it was me to try to express how much he still means to me.. The four is great in that it is an inside joke that our family shares we had four guys in our house I have four guys in my house.. And the other is to say for Chuck.. So I thought about it and it motivated me to do something that no one thought I could do.. I could drag my fat ass for 26.2 miles.. I could for 4.5 hours shout to thousands of people that I am doing this for Chuck and my family.. So I waited for a few months as I started making my runs longer and longer and seeing if I could really do it before I would tell anyone..
I told my wife about 5 months later my idea about the shirt and why I was running the Marathon.. Her and no one else.. It was something that we talked about and it really pushed me to stay on training.. It is also the only reason I could do it.. I am not a quitter but my body was not designed to be marathoner.. But as usual I am an idiot and I didn't know that when you put a name on your shirt people think it is your name.. Which turned out to be the coolest thing of all.
So for 4.5 hours people cheered and kept saying come on Chuck you can do it.. Keep going Chuck.. Way to go Chuck.. I had my Fu on my face for the race and shaved my head like normal so I really looked like Chuck and the side affect I have is people are cheering for him not me.. That was it.. I got what I wanted.. I don't need anyone to cheer for me I wanted people to think/cheer for my brother.. I Will blog about the race real soon but I accomplished what I wanted I paid tribute to Chuck.
I ran 4 chuck..
Heavy D rolling.. Out
The race was really icing on the cake.. I am sure I have discussed this before but I really struggled with dealing with Chuck's death.. There is no way to describe it other than I was really disappointed in that I have not done anything to show how much my big brother meant to me. I did not do anything.. I did not speak at the funeral.. It is just hard for me to tell people how big a whole he left in my life.. I have never really tried to fill it with anything because the emptiness I feel I don't want to ever loose.
So as I began running which I had done numerous times over the years and even after he died I would run like crazy for a month and then quit.. I just couldn't do it my feet felt like they where going to rupture my legs would hurt.. I would find away to stop running.. Something changed when I began the run this time.. First of all I started finding things in my life that I couldn't do because I was too "old".. I was not too old I was too out of shape and fat as a house..
And I started walking everyday.. I started running very short distances and when my legs hurt I took a day off.. And then I use to say I will try and get a run in sometime during that day that is all B.S. The only way was is to get out of bed stumble down the stairs stick my stumps in the best running shoes that money can buy and start rolling with IJ's music selections in my ear. I am asleep running.. It is done for the day.. That got me started.. But I never got the running high .. I never felt good running.. I was half asleep but it was work and painful and horrible.. I talked to BS and his only advice is just shut up and run. He was right it took almost 6 months of running a minimum of 4 times a week. And then I started realizing that there where turkey's,Deer, Sunrises.. I was not thinking about each step it was like going for a slow walk I wasn't breathing hard anymore my legs didn't hurt.. I became a runner.. I liked going for a run..
When I run I think about life it gives me some time to enjoy my life and make sure that I appreciate what I have.. It also gives me time to reflect back and think about all of the great times I have had in my life and the amazing people that I have come across in my life and specifically it gives me some time to think about Chuck and what fun it was to be a part of his life and how much fun those times where I would tell him something about my life and he would listen and make fun of me for worrying or whatever.. He would always say something like "at least you don't live in a shed by yourself".. He never let me worry about the small things in life he always kept reminding me to keep my on the prize. I wanted tell him something because I wanted him to be proud of me or let him know how much I needed his feedback on things.. Chuck was authentic he had a ton of issues but at the end of the day or in his case the end of his life he was authentic he was real.. There was no grey with Chuck if you wanted to know his opinion he would jam it down your throat.. I hope some of those good things rubbed off on me..
So as I am running one day and laughing to myself about what us brothers did with our dad we would always hold up 4 fingers and rub the skin on our arm and wave to each other when passing in a car or driving by on a tractor or working on the golf course. Then an idea rattled around in my head what if I could do something around that to pay tribute or at least do something.. It was my way of saying "You are still here" it was statement for my family it was me to try to express how much he still means to me.. The four is great in that it is an inside joke that our family shares we had four guys in our house I have four guys in my house.. And the other is to say for Chuck.. So I thought about it and it motivated me to do something that no one thought I could do.. I could drag my fat ass for 26.2 miles.. I could for 4.5 hours shout to thousands of people that I am doing this for Chuck and my family.. So I waited for a few months as I started making my runs longer and longer and seeing if I could really do it before I would tell anyone..
I told my wife about 5 months later my idea about the shirt and why I was running the Marathon.. Her and no one else.. It was something that we talked about and it really pushed me to stay on training.. It is also the only reason I could do it.. I am not a quitter but my body was not designed to be marathoner.. But as usual I am an idiot and I didn't know that when you put a name on your shirt people think it is your name.. Which turned out to be the coolest thing of all.
So for 4.5 hours people cheered and kept saying come on Chuck you can do it.. Keep going Chuck.. Way to go Chuck.. I had my Fu on my face for the race and shaved my head like normal so I really looked like Chuck and the side affect I have is people are cheering for him not me.. That was it.. I got what I wanted.. I don't need anyone to cheer for me I wanted people to think/cheer for my brother.. I Will blog about the race real soon but I accomplished what I wanted I paid tribute to Chuck.
I ran 4 chuck..
Heavy D rolling.. Out
Chapters 26.2
Chapter 1
Start of the race.. Lot of experience runners enjoying the moment.. Lot of deer in the headlights runners wondering how they got to this point (me).. It is cold.. I am smiling I could not have asked for better weather.. Just not rain.. I hope..
I am alone no ipod nobody to talk nothing to do except think.. I think I am hungry.. I think I have to pee.. During the national anthem my heart starts to race.. I am an athlete again.. I look for my helmet..
Chapter 2
Flying through the city tired faces looking for someone but all they see is drifit and steam rising from the mass.. Legs feel amazing.. Am I really apart of this..
Chapter 3
Still nervous foot goes to sleep just like old times.. Shut up and run it will shake out of it.. Trying to shut out the constant dribble of conversations around me and find someone or something to focus on.. Nope all alone still lost.. I hate women under the age of the 30.. They should ban the word like..
Chapter 4
The rain.. Maybe it is just a sprinkle.. Just enjoy the race heavy.. Need something to do .. Still lost.. Shoot I am running to fast..
Chapter 5
It is pouring now.. I love it.. I am dumb forget that I have to be in it for another 4 hours.. Wondering if I will see family around 6 miles.. Legs are money… Feel like I could run all day.
Chapter 6
Wow this is a lot of rain.. Enjoying the Course.. Would be great to live around here the lakes and neighborhoods are beautiful..
Legs feel really good too good.. I need to find a away to pace.. I see the Cliff Bar Pacer balloons at 4:15.. That would be cool if I could do that.. Would be a little fast but if I slow up I would be around 4:30..
Chapter 7
Sounds like a plan.. Crap I reset my timer on my watch by mistake trying to brush the water off.. I have a plan just stick to by the 4:15..
Chapter 8
I hate the 4:15 group.. They all think they are better than this time just running the race this day to enjoy themselves.. We normally are under 4 but I just want to have fun today.. I think about starting to punch anyone that says that they are just running this for fun. I think this is where I hear some guy cussing about getting his shoes wet watching the race.. It is my brother.. I yell for him but he is too busy keeping his 1998 loafers dry.. Great to see him..
Chapter 9
I have my groove.. I am enjoying the crowd.. They are all saying things about go Chuck or keep it going Chuck.. I am at point at whoever says Chuck I am giving them a thumbs up… Legs strong mind strong.. People are wondering how many toe nails they will loose.. My brother told me to put Vaseline in between my toes.. It works no pain..
Chapter 10
I want to be an iron man.. I think I see IJ and his Wife at this point.. I have this thing in the bag.. But it just keeps raining and the puddles are drenching my feet.. I make a fat guy joke and tell the people are me that at least my feet are not get wet they laugh and think I am serious and start examining my feet.. All runners think everyone else has an edge..
Chapter 11
I think I see BS here or somewhere close.. The wind has picked up and it really getting ugly out here.. The grind begins.. I feel just a little tightness in my quads the wind and rain are smashing down on my legs.. I want to tell him that it feels like I am playing Dassel but I can't say it right.. I am really focused now.. BS looks like he could run the race today.. I hate thin people..
Chapter 12-16
All my training is paying off.. During this stretch the weather is terrible the crowds are great and I am enjoying the run.. We are running along the river for awhile the wind is just terrible.. But I am just feeling like I can do it now.. Everything is blur I see my Aunt and Uncle and IJ and my wife and kids but only for seconds. I am thinking about how many hours I have left as I feel like my legs can roll on forever.. I just love the brief seconds I see people I know and give them high fives or wave.. I feel terrible for making people have to walk around in this horrible day..
Chapter 17
The water stops are really pissing me off as people keep cutting me off or stopping or elbowing me right as I take a sip.. I tried to take water ever three miles but I really don't think I am getting enough.. This was a mistake.. I am taking my Goo at every 45 minutes but I feel my legs getting crampy.. No doubt I will finish now.. Think about close lining a guy that says less than ten miles to go.. I think about saying I am less then 10 steps away from choking you..
Chapter 18.
How long is this river.. I am trying to enjoy the race but at this point.. I have some fear that I can go another 8 miles.. I feel anger building but I try to use it for me.. I feel my thighs no joke they felt like ice where forming on them.. I was freezing
Chapter 19
I am still cruising along I think I am way ahead of the 4:15 pacer.. Wow I just need to relax and I am going to make it.. Wait I am not done at 10 I still have a 10k to go after that.. I panic some at this point and really try to slow down.. I feel some serious cramps in my calfs and my quads.. Legs are really strong though I am going to power through it.. 2 ladies in green start making chit chat with me not sure if it was pity or just boredom but I talk a little.. They tell me I am looking good.. I think about saying they do to but I am worried they will be offended as I cannot look at anything but the road now.. I sprint ahead of them so I they stop talking to me..
Chapter 20
I see my in-laws they ask me how I am doing.. I can't lie I tell them I am not doing good.. The cramping has begun.. Still powering still striding.. There is some stupid wall or something over the road here.. My brother runs along with me and encourages me.. I try to listen but I am so focused on keeping my stride that I don't hear what he says other than keep going.. And he slaps my ass so hard I think that is going to cramp too.
Chapter 21
The worst thing happens here.. I have doubt now.. I think I am going to disappoint everyone.. I see my wife and IJ wife.. I am done my legs are done I have been going up hill for around a mile and half with no end in sight.. She run's with me for a little bit says some really nice things I think I cannot hear most of them as my mind is telling me to just stop.. My mind tells me this is it. You got no more in the tank..
Chapter 22
I am running with strides that are probably slower than walking but.. I just keep thinking of BS and my wife and my brother that just said keep moving keep going.. It is gross out there.. People are crying and stopping to stretch.. The conversations are the crowd pleading for peoople to keep going.. I try to help a few out. By encouraging them..
Chapter 23
I am running and version of walk running. I pick out a big guy in a light blue shirt a head of me and make it my focus to not loose sight of him.. I run until the cramps get too bad and then I walk and swing my arms for a few steps.. I don't loose that guy
Around this time I think the 4:15 pacer group comes buy.. I run with them until mile 24 I think..
Chapter 24-25.5
I hate the mileage markers infact I am not sure if I ever saw the 24 or 25 as they have angered me so much.. My legs are going to seize up here and I am going to have to crawl to the finish or quit.. I can't quit.. I just keep moving.. It feels like I am still going up hill.. I have no idea I am just moving.. Running drinking water at ever turn., eating candy from the spectators anything that will stop my legs from cramping. I do something I have not done in 18 years.. I start punch my legs right where it hurts.. I know it is dumb they are cramping already but I need something.. Anything to give me and edge or the the will to finish.. I hate the people yelling and cheering.. They are all there for the freak show if they truly where there they would be at the finish line. This is where people are shitting themselves crying laying down thinking of quitting.. Do they think some fat ass drinking coffee .. saying come on you can do it is going to help.. I have it.. Use the Anger big heavy.. I feel the rage.. Not sure at what point but I just say lets go.. And I don't remember how long it was maybe a mile maybe 2 but I never stopped jogging after that.. I just thought about the finish. I thought about the prize..
Chapter 26
I am coming down the hill it is finished it is over.. I see people I know.. I take my hat off to celebrate but I just can't stop the cramping.. I take these little strides.. I look terrible.. I feel terrible.. It all slows down now.. I remember the long runs in my winter spikes across the snow in the dark.. I remember the hot trips around lower turtle lake.. I am not going to crawl I am going to finish. I have no idea what my time will be but I don't care.. I am hungry.. That's it no great ah ha moment I think wow I am hungry.. I didn't have breakfast or lunch..
Chapter .2
I forget that the fnn mile marker for 26 is not the end.. There is .2 to go.. I think of launching myself at the mile marker and ripping it to shreds but really the only thing I could launch was the goo from my stomach.. I see the mat for the end.. That's it I am done.. Never again..
I look at all the people that came.. Wow thanks everyone… Hey Chuck we talked a lot between mile 21-25 thanks for telling me to keep my eye on the prize.. There is no grey in a marathon either you finish or you don't..
I finished
I am a runner
Start of the race.. Lot of experience runners enjoying the moment.. Lot of deer in the headlights runners wondering how they got to this point (me).. It is cold.. I am smiling I could not have asked for better weather.. Just not rain.. I hope..
I am alone no ipod nobody to talk nothing to do except think.. I think I am hungry.. I think I have to pee.. During the national anthem my heart starts to race.. I am an athlete again.. I look for my helmet..
Chapter 2
Flying through the city tired faces looking for someone but all they see is drifit and steam rising from the mass.. Legs feel amazing.. Am I really apart of this..
Chapter 3
Still nervous foot goes to sleep just like old times.. Shut up and run it will shake out of it.. Trying to shut out the constant dribble of conversations around me and find someone or something to focus on.. Nope all alone still lost.. I hate women under the age of the 30.. They should ban the word like..
Chapter 4
The rain.. Maybe it is just a sprinkle.. Just enjoy the race heavy.. Need something to do .. Still lost.. Shoot I am running to fast..
Chapter 5
It is pouring now.. I love it.. I am dumb forget that I have to be in it for another 4 hours.. Wondering if I will see family around 6 miles.. Legs are money… Feel like I could run all day.
Chapter 6
Wow this is a lot of rain.. Enjoying the Course.. Would be great to live around here the lakes and neighborhoods are beautiful..
Legs feel really good too good.. I need to find a away to pace.. I see the Cliff Bar Pacer balloons at 4:15.. That would be cool if I could do that.. Would be a little fast but if I slow up I would be around 4:30..
Chapter 7
Sounds like a plan.. Crap I reset my timer on my watch by mistake trying to brush the water off.. I have a plan just stick to by the 4:15..
Chapter 8
I hate the 4:15 group.. They all think they are better than this time just running the race this day to enjoy themselves.. We normally are under 4 but I just want to have fun today.. I think about starting to punch anyone that says that they are just running this for fun. I think this is where I hear some guy cussing about getting his shoes wet watching the race.. It is my brother.. I yell for him but he is too busy keeping his 1998 loafers dry.. Great to see him..
Chapter 9
I have my groove.. I am enjoying the crowd.. They are all saying things about go Chuck or keep it going Chuck.. I am at point at whoever says Chuck I am giving them a thumbs up… Legs strong mind strong.. People are wondering how many toe nails they will loose.. My brother told me to put Vaseline in between my toes.. It works no pain..
Chapter 10
I want to be an iron man.. I think I see IJ and his Wife at this point.. I have this thing in the bag.. But it just keeps raining and the puddles are drenching my feet.. I make a fat guy joke and tell the people are me that at least my feet are not get wet they laugh and think I am serious and start examining my feet.. All runners think everyone else has an edge..
Chapter 11
I think I see BS here or somewhere close.. The wind has picked up and it really getting ugly out here.. The grind begins.. I feel just a little tightness in my quads the wind and rain are smashing down on my legs.. I want to tell him that it feels like I am playing Dassel but I can't say it right.. I am really focused now.. BS looks like he could run the race today.. I hate thin people..
Chapter 12-16
All my training is paying off.. During this stretch the weather is terrible the crowds are great and I am enjoying the run.. We are running along the river for awhile the wind is just terrible.. But I am just feeling like I can do it now.. Everything is blur I see my Aunt and Uncle and IJ and my wife and kids but only for seconds. I am thinking about how many hours I have left as I feel like my legs can roll on forever.. I just love the brief seconds I see people I know and give them high fives or wave.. I feel terrible for making people have to walk around in this horrible day..
Chapter 17
The water stops are really pissing me off as people keep cutting me off or stopping or elbowing me right as I take a sip.. I tried to take water ever three miles but I really don't think I am getting enough.. This was a mistake.. I am taking my Goo at every 45 minutes but I feel my legs getting crampy.. No doubt I will finish now.. Think about close lining a guy that says less than ten miles to go.. I think about saying I am less then 10 steps away from choking you..
Chapter 18.
How long is this river.. I am trying to enjoy the race but at this point.. I have some fear that I can go another 8 miles.. I feel anger building but I try to use it for me.. I feel my thighs no joke they felt like ice where forming on them.. I was freezing
Chapter 19
I am still cruising along I think I am way ahead of the 4:15 pacer.. Wow I just need to relax and I am going to make it.. Wait I am not done at 10 I still have a 10k to go after that.. I panic some at this point and really try to slow down.. I feel some serious cramps in my calfs and my quads.. Legs are really strong though I am going to power through it.. 2 ladies in green start making chit chat with me not sure if it was pity or just boredom but I talk a little.. They tell me I am looking good.. I think about saying they do to but I am worried they will be offended as I cannot look at anything but the road now.. I sprint ahead of them so I they stop talking to me..
Chapter 20
I see my in-laws they ask me how I am doing.. I can't lie I tell them I am not doing good.. The cramping has begun.. Still powering still striding.. There is some stupid wall or something over the road here.. My brother runs along with me and encourages me.. I try to listen but I am so focused on keeping my stride that I don't hear what he says other than keep going.. And he slaps my ass so hard I think that is going to cramp too.
Chapter 21
The worst thing happens here.. I have doubt now.. I think I am going to disappoint everyone.. I see my wife and IJ wife.. I am done my legs are done I have been going up hill for around a mile and half with no end in sight.. She run's with me for a little bit says some really nice things I think I cannot hear most of them as my mind is telling me to just stop.. My mind tells me this is it. You got no more in the tank..
Chapter 22
I am running with strides that are probably slower than walking but.. I just keep thinking of BS and my wife and my brother that just said keep moving keep going.. It is gross out there.. People are crying and stopping to stretch.. The conversations are the crowd pleading for peoople to keep going.. I try to help a few out. By encouraging them..
Chapter 23
I am running and version of walk running. I pick out a big guy in a light blue shirt a head of me and make it my focus to not loose sight of him.. I run until the cramps get too bad and then I walk and swing my arms for a few steps.. I don't loose that guy
Around this time I think the 4:15 pacer group comes buy.. I run with them until mile 24 I think..
Chapter 24-25.5
I hate the mileage markers infact I am not sure if I ever saw the 24 or 25 as they have angered me so much.. My legs are going to seize up here and I am going to have to crawl to the finish or quit.. I can't quit.. I just keep moving.. It feels like I am still going up hill.. I have no idea I am just moving.. Running drinking water at ever turn., eating candy from the spectators anything that will stop my legs from cramping. I do something I have not done in 18 years.. I start punch my legs right where it hurts.. I know it is dumb they are cramping already but I need something.. Anything to give me and edge or the the will to finish.. I hate the people yelling and cheering.. They are all there for the freak show if they truly where there they would be at the finish line. This is where people are shitting themselves crying laying down thinking of quitting.. Do they think some fat ass drinking coffee .. saying come on you can do it is going to help.. I have it.. Use the Anger big heavy.. I feel the rage.. Not sure at what point but I just say lets go.. And I don't remember how long it was maybe a mile maybe 2 but I never stopped jogging after that.. I just thought about the finish. I thought about the prize..
Chapter 26
I am coming down the hill it is finished it is over.. I see people I know.. I take my hat off to celebrate but I just can't stop the cramping.. I take these little strides.. I look terrible.. I feel terrible.. It all slows down now.. I remember the long runs in my winter spikes across the snow in the dark.. I remember the hot trips around lower turtle lake.. I am not going to crawl I am going to finish. I have no idea what my time will be but I don't care.. I am hungry.. That's it no great ah ha moment I think wow I am hungry.. I didn't have breakfast or lunch..
Chapter .2
I forget that the fnn mile marker for 26 is not the end.. There is .2 to go.. I think of launching myself at the mile marker and ripping it to shreds but really the only thing I could launch was the goo from my stomach.. I see the mat for the end.. That's it I am done.. Never again..
I look at all the people that came.. Wow thanks everyone… Hey Chuck we talked a lot between mile 21-25 thanks for telling me to keep my eye on the prize.. There is no grey in a marathon either you finish or you don't..
I finished
I am a runner
Friday, October 03, 2008
Dumbest thing I have ever done..
I will post after the race some of the reasons why I am having a near death experience thanks FT on Sunday..I have done everything I can to be ready but still the fact remains.. You can put lipstick on a pig….
A colleague of mine overheard a conversation about people at our company discussing the people running the marathon. They mentioned the two other guys and then my name was brought up.. Wow I just can't see him running it.. Well you know what me neither.. I looked in the mirror this morning.. I have this ridiculous fu on my face for the race.. (More on that after the race)..
I am supposed to be in the best shape of my life.. My arms are small and undefined my chest has caved in.. My Stomach is a popped balloon.. Through a choir robe on me and I am uncle fester..
I jump on the scale it reads 229.. Gained 5 lbs this week..Just like old times I eat when I am nervous so Chocolate has been flowing around the house.. I am just not confident about the race..
Two weeks ago I ran 22 miles and I felt like I was ready.. But then you begin this tapering stuff which makes you feel out of shape.. I can't blame anyone I just don't want to quit.. I had dinner with my mom.. She was worried about me.. She should be I don't look a person that can run that far.. Maybe I can't..
I could go into detail on how long and hard I have trained (That what she said) but and the end of the day you have no one to blame you just have to..
SHUT UP AND RUN
If FT is right this might be my last post..
See ya..
Heavy Rolling..
A colleague of mine overheard a conversation about people at our company discussing the people running the marathon. They mentioned the two other guys and then my name was brought up.. Wow I just can't see him running it.. Well you know what me neither.. I looked in the mirror this morning.. I have this ridiculous fu on my face for the race.. (More on that after the race)..
I am supposed to be in the best shape of my life.. My arms are small and undefined my chest has caved in.. My Stomach is a popped balloon.. Through a choir robe on me and I am uncle fester..
I jump on the scale it reads 229.. Gained 5 lbs this week..Just like old times I eat when I am nervous so Chocolate has been flowing around the house.. I am just not confident about the race..
Two weeks ago I ran 22 miles and I felt like I was ready.. But then you begin this tapering stuff which makes you feel out of shape.. I can't blame anyone I just don't want to quit.. I had dinner with my mom.. She was worried about me.. She should be I don't look a person that can run that far.. Maybe I can't..
I could go into detail on how long and hard I have trained (That what she said) but and the end of the day you have no one to blame you just have to..
SHUT UP AND RUN
If FT is right this might be my last post..
See ya..
Heavy Rolling..
Friday, July 25, 2008
Super Clyde
Super Clyde
I feel so good it has been difficult to post but I had to mark a big event on the roll to heavy running the big one.. As an adult I have not participated in any running competition other than running for my life on a daily basis.. But my wife talked me into running the Torchlight 5k fun run.. Well fun and run have not always been two words that I use in the same competition.. Speaking of that if any of you know me I have serious problems when it comes to competing.. I don't know why or how to control it but when I am involved in any athletic competition (It was supposed to be fun) I cannot resist the temptation to win at any cost.. Put it this way when I was in college and my dad was in his 50's we would play "fun" one on one games in the summers to work out for football at 5:00 AM. Well put it this way I never let my dad get an uncontested layup "I would put an NBA playoff foul on him" . So all that being said we prepared IJ and ourselves made the trek to the registration area for the race.. It took IJ about 2 minutes of walking before he stated we are the biggest guys here (4500+people ). Our wives being kind said no.. But after IJ said please as we walk pass all the runners please point out anyone that is bigger than me.. Some 2 hours later after the race we found 3 total.. So IJ being the highest IQ person I know.. (I don't know that many people) Creates his own category for the race.. Super Clydes.. (There is a category for "large men" 200 lbs) After 2 years of running I can old dream of not being a Clydesdale.
As we waited and pretended to fit in with the beautiful people in the world.. (Not many of the people in the race where getting the incentive checks for GW if you know what I mean) We tried to blend into the surrounding but due to my baldness, Largness, Dumbness and general uneasiness in crowds we where singled out by people as the people to ask for directions and what time the race starts and where do we register questions. I think people feel comfortable talking to people that they feel are beneath them. But I almost lost it when the drunken bum singled me out as someone he could talk to (people feel comfortable talking to…).. Through the smell of rotting two buck chuck came from his toothless mouth I learned that he was in the 82nd airborne and was there for the fall of Saigon and that white people like him are brave and will through there body on a hand grenade to save everyone.. (I looked around for a hand grenade to jump on as that feel better than having this guy spew in my face.)
I was going to make it a fun run and with my wife and take leisurely jog through the city as people cheered waiting for the parade.. IJ made the smart move of saying this race is a personal journey and I will go it alone.. I stayed with our wives to score brownie points or whatever.. Both of them pleaded with me to get closer to the front of the race so that we would not have to weave in and out of all the slower runners.. No.. I knew better.. I thought it would feel better to pass them then to be passed.. Dumb.. The race started and it was horrible.. The pace was about 15 minute miles.. I tried to stay with the wives but it was driving me nuts with people stepping on me and me trying to avoid people and get by them.. I lost it.. This was not going to be a fun run this was going to be a race to see how many of these people I could pass.. (So dumb these people are running for fun and enjoying the night and I am a freight train) I am passing people by the hundreds I am zig zaging across the road.. I am in a blind rage to win nothing.. The city was beautiful that night but I could not see any of it.. I was angry at people that had started walking or getting sick after a mile.. I would see two friends chatting as the jogged along I would say on your left and barrel right through them.. I was an idiot.. There was a water station.. Do you really need a water station for a 3 mile run. Great another opportunity for me to pass people so that I could do what run faster and look like an idiot on this fun run.. I sprinted through until the finish line like it was chariots of fire only with drifit and baldness.. There where thousands of people that finished ahead of me and thousands behind me.. No one cares it is not a race.. I won nothing.. I waited for the wives who finished smiling and enjoying the night.. And IJ unofficially won the super clydes division as we noted later that he finished ahead of the three guys we saw after the race with 6 lb shadows.. IJ had a few people call out when he would pass them hey I am not going to let that guy beat me.. Beat him he kicked there ass..
It was really fun after the race to drink some beers and look at the river… I had a great time but I think I learned my lesson I am old and slow and when I start a race it is to finish who cares what the time is.. Enjoy it..
On a side note my body is slowly breaking down.. I have pulled a muscle in my inner thigh that is about 6 inch circle that is black and blue now.. I still ran 7 miles this morning so it can be that bad or maybe that is my goal to slowly beat this tired old body into the ground..
That's me HeavyD..
I feel so good it has been difficult to post but I had to mark a big event on the roll to heavy running the big one.. As an adult I have not participated in any running competition other than running for my life on a daily basis.. But my wife talked me into running the Torchlight 5k fun run.. Well fun and run have not always been two words that I use in the same competition.. Speaking of that if any of you know me I have serious problems when it comes to competing.. I don't know why or how to control it but when I am involved in any athletic competition (It was supposed to be fun) I cannot resist the temptation to win at any cost.. Put it this way when I was in college and my dad was in his 50's we would play "fun" one on one games in the summers to work out for football at 5:00 AM. Well put it this way I never let my dad get an uncontested layup "I would put an NBA playoff foul on him" . So all that being said we prepared IJ and ourselves made the trek to the registration area for the race.. It took IJ about 2 minutes of walking before he stated we are the biggest guys here (4500+people ). Our wives being kind said no.. But after IJ said please as we walk pass all the runners please point out anyone that is bigger than me.. Some 2 hours later after the race we found 3 total.. So IJ being the highest IQ person I know.. (I don't know that many people) Creates his own category for the race.. Super Clydes.. (There is a category for "large men" 200 lbs) After 2 years of running I can old dream of not being a Clydesdale.
As we waited and pretended to fit in with the beautiful people in the world.. (Not many of the people in the race where getting the incentive checks for GW if you know what I mean) We tried to blend into the surrounding but due to my baldness, Largness, Dumbness and general uneasiness in crowds we where singled out by people as the people to ask for directions and what time the race starts and where do we register questions. I think people feel comfortable talking to people that they feel are beneath them. But I almost lost it when the drunken bum singled me out as someone he could talk to (people feel comfortable talking to…).. Through the smell of rotting two buck chuck came from his toothless mouth I learned that he was in the 82nd airborne and was there for the fall of Saigon and that white people like him are brave and will through there body on a hand grenade to save everyone.. (I looked around for a hand grenade to jump on as that feel better than having this guy spew in my face.)
I was going to make it a fun run and with my wife and take leisurely jog through the city as people cheered waiting for the parade.. IJ made the smart move of saying this race is a personal journey and I will go it alone.. I stayed with our wives to score brownie points or whatever.. Both of them pleaded with me to get closer to the front of the race so that we would not have to weave in and out of all the slower runners.. No.. I knew better.. I thought it would feel better to pass them then to be passed.. Dumb.. The race started and it was horrible.. The pace was about 15 minute miles.. I tried to stay with the wives but it was driving me nuts with people stepping on me and me trying to avoid people and get by them.. I lost it.. This was not going to be a fun run this was going to be a race to see how many of these people I could pass.. (So dumb these people are running for fun and enjoying the night and I am a freight train) I am passing people by the hundreds I am zig zaging across the road.. I am in a blind rage to win nothing.. The city was beautiful that night but I could not see any of it.. I was angry at people that had started walking or getting sick after a mile.. I would see two friends chatting as the jogged along I would say on your left and barrel right through them.. I was an idiot.. There was a water station.. Do you really need a water station for a 3 mile run. Great another opportunity for me to pass people so that I could do what run faster and look like an idiot on this fun run.. I sprinted through until the finish line like it was chariots of fire only with drifit and baldness.. There where thousands of people that finished ahead of me and thousands behind me.. No one cares it is not a race.. I won nothing.. I waited for the wives who finished smiling and enjoying the night.. And IJ unofficially won the super clydes division as we noted later that he finished ahead of the three guys we saw after the race with 6 lb shadows.. IJ had a few people call out when he would pass them hey I am not going to let that guy beat me.. Beat him he kicked there ass..
It was really fun after the race to drink some beers and look at the river… I had a great time but I think I learned my lesson I am old and slow and when I start a race it is to finish who cares what the time is.. Enjoy it..
On a side note my body is slowly breaking down.. I have pulled a muscle in my inner thigh that is about 6 inch circle that is black and blue now.. I still ran 7 miles this morning so it can be that bad or maybe that is my goal to slowly beat this tired old body into the ground..
That's me HeavyD..
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Stumps
What was that old army slogan we do more before 9 AM then most people do for the entire day.
Well this morning I had more anger before 6 Am than most people do for a month. On the weekends now I have to run a long run to build up endurance for the race.. Well I have been able to due this without much discomfort other than some foot overall soreness as I lay around for the rest of the day recovering. But this weekend was an exception, I had just got new running shoes since given my horse like weight I go through them like McHale goes through deodorant. I was all excited I know this sounds crazy but you have to make your brain think you like beating your body into submission for 2 hours on beautiful weekend morning when you could be laying in bed.. Before I put on my shoes I thought yeah since they are new I will put on these thick socks so that I won't get rub wear.. No I am an idiot I forgot that if you wear thick socks they will get wet and bunch up and create blisters.. Oh wow did it make blisters.. I have two silver dollar blisters on my arches. When I took off my new shoes they where filled with Puss.. I thought no big deal I just have to push through since the next day I had a 6 miler on my schedule.. I ran that day and it felt bad but normally after a long run nothing feels good so I thought I had made it.. I took my scheduled day off on Monday and ran a painful but sore 3 miles on Tuesday and then consulted with BOH about what I should do before I ran this morning.. He suggested body glide on the blister and wear better socks.. Basically he called me out that I was a giant wuss.. I had a busy evening so I was unable to get the body glide but I put in my thinnest socks and headed out this morning.. It was hot and every step felt worse than the first. I am hoping the dri-fit was able to wick away the pee.. I thought I was going to lose it but fortunately IJ had given me some songs he uses for motivation to finish his runs.. He has the old school navy running song from a drill sergeant that screams at you to motivate to you and this case it allowed me to beat my feet into a pussy mess. One more thing I misstepped right in front of this huge house where they where probably enjoying the early sunrise until this bald headed sweaty angry urine soaked man cried out like an 8 year old girl when he stepped on his own foot.. It was a pain like no other.. But I finished my puss soaked run and now will be spending the day at work drying my barefooted stumps at my cube.. Great to be sitting next to me.. I wish it was a few years ago when I couldn't see my feet..
Easy big Heavy
Shocking my last post was just flat our wrong.. I just get bent out of shape when armpit makes any move especially when it involves taking (slow,non athletic,chemistry,great attitude, basketball IQ guys) umm I mean white.. It makes good financial sense and if Love turns out to be quality starter in the NBA you get two quality players and you get rid of Marko Jaric which I would trade for a PBJ.. We will see how the plan to play a year without a point guard.. Wait a minute they have done that for 20 years.. OJ Mayo appears to be punk based on some of the videos I have seen.. Not sure you want to start a franchise with him as your front man.. But who Know what a 20 year old kid will turn out to be..
If you care to track my progress as I slowly wear of my feet you can see my daily updates here..
http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pq4SeGvUIuuEPW_5JBAFQFg
HEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVYYYYYYYYYYYYYYDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
ROLLLLLLLLLLLLLLINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Have a great 4th..
Well this morning I had more anger before 6 Am than most people do for a month. On the weekends now I have to run a long run to build up endurance for the race.. Well I have been able to due this without much discomfort other than some foot overall soreness as I lay around for the rest of the day recovering. But this weekend was an exception, I had just got new running shoes since given my horse like weight I go through them like McHale goes through deodorant. I was all excited I know this sounds crazy but you have to make your brain think you like beating your body into submission for 2 hours on beautiful weekend morning when you could be laying in bed.. Before I put on my shoes I thought yeah since they are new I will put on these thick socks so that I won't get rub wear.. No I am an idiot I forgot that if you wear thick socks they will get wet and bunch up and create blisters.. Oh wow did it make blisters.. I have two silver dollar blisters on my arches. When I took off my new shoes they where filled with Puss.. I thought no big deal I just have to push through since the next day I had a 6 miler on my schedule.. I ran that day and it felt bad but normally after a long run nothing feels good so I thought I had made it.. I took my scheduled day off on Monday and ran a painful but sore 3 miles on Tuesday and then consulted with BOH about what I should do before I ran this morning.. He suggested body glide on the blister and wear better socks.. Basically he called me out that I was a giant wuss.. I had a busy evening so I was unable to get the body glide but I put in my thinnest socks and headed out this morning.. It was hot and every step felt worse than the first. I am hoping the dri-fit was able to wick away the pee.. I thought I was going to lose it but fortunately IJ had given me some songs he uses for motivation to finish his runs.. He has the old school navy running song from a drill sergeant that screams at you to motivate to you and this case it allowed me to beat my feet into a pussy mess. One more thing I misstepped right in front of this huge house where they where probably enjoying the early sunrise until this bald headed sweaty angry urine soaked man cried out like an 8 year old girl when he stepped on his own foot.. It was a pain like no other.. But I finished my puss soaked run and now will be spending the day at work drying my barefooted stumps at my cube.. Great to be sitting next to me.. I wish it was a few years ago when I couldn't see my feet..
Easy big Heavy
Shocking my last post was just flat our wrong.. I just get bent out of shape when armpit makes any move especially when it involves taking (slow,non athletic,chemistry,great attitude, basketball IQ guys) umm I mean white.. It makes good financial sense and if Love turns out to be quality starter in the NBA you get two quality players and you get rid of Marko Jaric which I would trade for a PBJ.. We will see how the plan to play a year without a point guard.. Wait a minute they have done that for 20 years.. OJ Mayo appears to be punk based on some of the videos I have seen.. Not sure you want to start a franchise with him as your front man.. But who Know what a 20 year old kid will turn out to be..
If you care to track my progress as I slowly wear of my feet you can see my daily updates here..
http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pq4SeGvUIuuEPW_5JBAFQFg
HEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVYYYYYYYYYYYYYYDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
ROLLLLLLLLLLLLLLINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Have a great 4th..
Friday, June 27, 2008
Hairy ArmPits
I am just so damn angry I had to get something down.
I know no one cares about the NBA and for some reason I still do.. So I watched the NBA draft last night since it would be only 15 minutes before I knew what mistake that McHale would make this year. I watched all the people speculate but in the end they said there where 3 legit potential superstars in the draft and it was a no brainer for the wolves took take the third best option being OJ Mayo.. (Sorry if that Jay guy said one more time about how big the players wingspan was I was going to have to turn the channel are they flying or playing basketball) I was dumb founded or dumber founded than usual the Wolves took the best player available in the draft. Mchale ignored his instinct and ego to pick a player that had a legitimate chance to be a superstar and put people back in Target Center. I thought maybe Hoiberg had mad a difference I even diluted myself into thinking the wolves might leverage there 2 second rounders to pick some other bigs that where falling in the draft. No they did nothing they stayed with the picks and picked a player that will never ever play for the Twolves so that pick was a throw away.. Well I guess I could stomach that since they had another pick just a few minutes later.. They picked a guy that legitamely could be a spot player next year and his best attribute was defense on the perimeter wow that was nice.. I turned the TV off and had thoughts of how we could move McCants or Foye and maybe pickup some draft choices since now Mchale is not runnin the show. The twins have won 9 in a row.. The vikings made some great offseason moves and Twolves got a legit 3rd best player in the draft..
Shoots Well Sent me this
http://www.rakemag.com/blogs/ball/2008/06/breaking-down-the-blockbuster-trade-with-memphis
I woke up to a cloudy morning and I assumed it was raining so I skipped my run.. Maybe I should have had a clue that cloud was hovering over target center since I had not heard the news yet. McHale stepped up to the plate and proved that he is still running the show. The Wolves traded our one salary chip that we could play in Walker and do to NBA rules we had to send at least one white Marko guy to Memphis to try and balance out the fact the we got three white guys in return. So we got Mike Miller,Brian Cardinal, Jason Collins and oh yeah Kevin Love.. The wolves are asking Kevin Love to change his name to KLove to improve the teams street cred details of this are still pending.. Just a second I am trying the order my season tickets online I just can't get in it must be the servers are tied up with all the requests for tickets..
Ok.. Let just start with this. I am only 6'2 but I have a wingspan of a guy that is 6'5 and I can play defense better than any player that the wolves have on the roster. They said they drafted "size" even though Love is the same height as Mike Miller and might be shorter than Corey Brewer but Brewer has a better outside jumper but lacks the athleticism of Edi Nubi or whatever his name was. When the wolves draft or trade they should not be looking at filling in positions all there current players are simply not go to or stars in the NBA well what about Jefferson and his 7'0 wingspan well Big Al is a nice one dimensional player with great low post moves but can't defend Mark Madsen in practice. Speaking of which apparently Madsen is pretty angry that the wolves have drafted his replacement in Love.. You can't get enough big white team player's on the bench cheering for McCants 6'1 with a 6'6 wingspan hoisting three's when the wolves are down by 20.. We needed to get one guy that had a chance of being someone that other teams could not stop. We got none of that.. We don't even have a chance at that instead we have a proven bench cheerer and ugly white guy who shoot well who has had injury problems toss in a couple of punches from KG and you have another wally. Maybe next year.. Wait this year hasn't passed yet (like a kidney stone) I wonder if that guy the wolves got in the second has a chance.. No you have got to be kidding we sold that to Miami.. So that sums it up we have no new players to watch grow up next year.. I wonder if McCants is going get another tattoo this year maybe this time he will just avoid the neck and go right for the face and put WINGSPAN right across his forehead. The wolves are going to have the best chemistry of any team next year.. Being that there boss is never held accountable for his performance as a GM and you have a Coach who was allowed to keep his job after proving that he gets no defense out of his players and can't get anything out of his young perimeter players (Brewer,Tat's,Foye).
This move was made for money and money alone.. It is my opinion that the organization is trying to save cash and hope they can land a free agent next year. I hear that Wally might be out there for the right price..
On an old schoolblog here
I am training for a marathon (insert fat joke here) so I am feeling pretty good about myself maybe even cocky .. I don't even feel like I am turning 40 this year.. So this guy on my team is talking with me the other day and asks me how old I am.. Feeling full of myself (insert fat joke here) I say how old you think I am.. He says in broken English 48 what I say shocked he then says 50 something.. So now my ego is popped much like my fatzique..
I have hope and a new found anger I think I might start blogging again..
I can't speak or write English well I have nothing to write about..
If only I where 6'7 and loved the Old tapes of a Hairy Arm Pitted freak then maybe I could get a fat contract to cheer for thugs in the NBA..
Great gig if you can get it..
Love to Hear comments..
It is me.. HeavyyyDDDDDDDDDDDDD
I know no one cares about the NBA and for some reason I still do.. So I watched the NBA draft last night since it would be only 15 minutes before I knew what mistake that McHale would make this year. I watched all the people speculate but in the end they said there where 3 legit potential superstars in the draft and it was a no brainer for the wolves took take the third best option being OJ Mayo.. (Sorry if that Jay guy said one more time about how big the players wingspan was I was going to have to turn the channel are they flying or playing basketball) I was dumb founded or dumber founded than usual the Wolves took the best player available in the draft. Mchale ignored his instinct and ego to pick a player that had a legitimate chance to be a superstar and put people back in Target Center. I thought maybe Hoiberg had mad a difference I even diluted myself into thinking the wolves might leverage there 2 second rounders to pick some other bigs that where falling in the draft. No they did nothing they stayed with the picks and picked a player that will never ever play for the Twolves so that pick was a throw away.. Well I guess I could stomach that since they had another pick just a few minutes later.. They picked a guy that legitamely could be a spot player next year and his best attribute was defense on the perimeter wow that was nice.. I turned the TV off and had thoughts of how we could move McCants or Foye and maybe pickup some draft choices since now Mchale is not runnin the show. The twins have won 9 in a row.. The vikings made some great offseason moves and Twolves got a legit 3rd best player in the draft..
Shoots Well Sent me this
http://www.rakemag.com/blogs/ball/2008/06/breaking-down-the-blockbuster-trade-with-memphis
I woke up to a cloudy morning and I assumed it was raining so I skipped my run.. Maybe I should have had a clue that cloud was hovering over target center since I had not heard the news yet. McHale stepped up to the plate and proved that he is still running the show. The Wolves traded our one salary chip that we could play in Walker and do to NBA rules we had to send at least one white Marko guy to Memphis to try and balance out the fact the we got three white guys in return. So we got Mike Miller,Brian Cardinal, Jason Collins and oh yeah Kevin Love.. The wolves are asking Kevin Love to change his name to KLove to improve the teams street cred details of this are still pending.. Just a second I am trying the order my season tickets online I just can't get in it must be the servers are tied up with all the requests for tickets..
Ok.. Let just start with this. I am only 6'2 but I have a wingspan of a guy that is 6'5 and I can play defense better than any player that the wolves have on the roster. They said they drafted "size" even though Love is the same height as Mike Miller and might be shorter than Corey Brewer but Brewer has a better outside jumper but lacks the athleticism of Edi Nubi or whatever his name was. When the wolves draft or trade they should not be looking at filling in positions all there current players are simply not go to or stars in the NBA well what about Jefferson and his 7'0 wingspan well Big Al is a nice one dimensional player with great low post moves but can't defend Mark Madsen in practice. Speaking of which apparently Madsen is pretty angry that the wolves have drafted his replacement in Love.. You can't get enough big white team player's on the bench cheering for McCants 6'1 with a 6'6 wingspan hoisting three's when the wolves are down by 20.. We needed to get one guy that had a chance of being someone that other teams could not stop. We got none of that.. We don't even have a chance at that instead we have a proven bench cheerer and ugly white guy who shoot well who has had injury problems toss in a couple of punches from KG and you have another wally. Maybe next year.. Wait this year hasn't passed yet (like a kidney stone) I wonder if that guy the wolves got in the second has a chance.. No you have got to be kidding we sold that to Miami.. So that sums it up we have no new players to watch grow up next year.. I wonder if McCants is going get another tattoo this year maybe this time he will just avoid the neck and go right for the face and put WINGSPAN right across his forehead. The wolves are going to have the best chemistry of any team next year.. Being that there boss is never held accountable for his performance as a GM and you have a Coach who was allowed to keep his job after proving that he gets no defense out of his players and can't get anything out of his young perimeter players (Brewer,Tat's,Foye).
This move was made for money and money alone.. It is my opinion that the organization is trying to save cash and hope they can land a free agent next year. I hear that Wally might be out there for the right price..
On an old school
I am training for a marathon (insert fat joke here) so I am feeling pretty good about myself maybe even cocky .. I don't even feel like I am turning 40 this year.. So this guy on my team is talking with me the other day and asks me how old I am.. Feeling full of myself (insert fat joke here) I say how old you think I am.. He says in broken English 48 what I say shocked he then says 50 something.. So now my ego is popped much like my fatzique..
I have hope and a new found anger I think I might start blogging again..
I can't speak or write English well I have nothing to write about..
If only I where 6'7 and loved the Old tapes of a Hairy Arm Pitted freak then maybe I could get a fat contract to cheer for thugs in the NBA..
Great gig if you can get it..
Love to Hear comments..
It is me.. HeavyyyDDDDDDDDDDDDD
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