What is Joey's favorite food?Sandwiches!
The other day I was about to make some breakfast before I set out into the world. Damn, no eggs, damn damn, no cereal or milk, damn damn damn, no rice. Well now what am I supposed to do? I made a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich. (actually light peanut butter and blueberry jelly) And for the five mins it took to eat it I was suddenly 6 years old again. It was so amazing.
-1,113 licks to the middle of a tootsie roll pop starting from the ridge. Damn, I wonder if that's the highest I'll ever count?
-When I grow up I'm just going to leave the gear shifter in 5th so I can drive fast all the time.
-Why would anyone buy a convertable? Are they too cheap to buy a car with a steel roof?
-If I was a Stormtrooper and I shot C3PO with my laser blaster, would he fall forwards or backwards?
-Would I die if I accidentally swallowed my Jolley Rancher stick with the tip licked sharp?
-Why are all my friends afraid of girl germs? Sherry Thomson is hot, same with that Beth Schizarothski girl...why is she always eating glue? Oh no! They're all looking at me, I better pretend I'm afraid of girl germs too!
-I'll never have a girlfriend, if I do she'll probably just want something from me.
-McDonald's is the best food ever! When I grow up that's all I'm going to eat!
-Why does nobody know what a Filipino is? I'll just tell everyone I'm Hawaiian.
-I bet beer tastes like the best and most sweetest pop ever! I can't wait!
-How the hell can wine be dry, it certainly feels wet...?
-I wonder if Mr. Wing will finally ask for the note when I buy cigarettes for my dad today?
Damn that was a good sandwich. Rhoel.
(Smokey the Bear) "Only YOU can prevent forrests fires."
-"ME? Oh man!"
Houston...we may have a problem...All of Sunday I may subconsciously have known something was wrong, I kept finding myself flexing my right foot against the floor for some reason. You know when one pushes the tops of the toes against the floor to stretch out the front of the ankle? Well come Monday morning the ball of my foot hurt like a mofo on the inside near the big toe. My first thought was "shite I have gout". My oldest and youngest brothers are afflicted with gout. But as it was described to me the symtoms didn't quite match. Actually what it feels like is 'turf toe'. I got that once in hs playing on the shitty astro turf at the old Empire Stadium (and yes I realize that totally dates my experience). So what did I do? I messaged it till it didn't hurt and proceeded with my Monday routine that involves alot of squats and lunges. I walked on it all day and now most of my foot feels numb. Shite, we have a show on thurs.
So Mel and Cristina met someone on their list. Actually I'm pretty sure it was Nick that pointed him out to everyone. I think a few of the Plastics are now contemplating lists now that they know what 'The List' is. It got me to thinking about my list, which I haven't thought about in a while. I work under the assumption that once the roster card is submitted that no changes can be made till the next game. So even thou slots 1-3 are automatically reserved for the core 4 and 5 on the depth chart should be held for the phenomenal rookie or high priced veteran. It wasn't till 2 days later, today while I was contemplating my foot, that I realized that the list currently doesn't apply to me as I am between games; or in the off season if you will as I am currently unattached. The world is my oyster, thou I don't really like oysters or seafood in general for that matter. If I actually met someone on my list I would probably just drool on myself and start making yummy noises. I hate that! Actually I have met someone that is on my list... Rhoel.
-Nothing hurts me, only pain-Conan the Barbarian.
Draft DodgerI just love drafts. Mostly the NHL or NFL drafts. I love studying up by buying the guides and trolling the internet for information, and mock drafts. Normally I'd arm myself with lots of snacks and drinks and sit my ass down for 5-6 hours, whilst video tapeing the whole event to watch again later on down the road. But today I had to teach a stupid cotillion, but I still video'd the whole thing.
IMO the best drafting stratagy will always be going with the best player available. Drafting for need is short sighted and not maximizing value, especially in the NHL draft where drafting 17 and 18 yr olds trying to project 5 years down the road is basically the equivelent of throwing darts at a list of names. I still remember the stretch that the Canucks drafted 14 centres over three years (7 in one year) ,and no goalies, out of a possible 21ish picks. This year the Seahawks positioned themselves beautifully to draft the bpa.
With the Hawks obvious needs at Rush end and at ILB and OLB, I thought drafting D would be a no brainer. BPA netted them centre Chris Spencer. Not the sexy pick I was expecting but he is described as the best interior linemen to come out of college the last decade. Experts are predicting probowls giving us 3 probowlers from C to left tackle for the next decade. Mind boggling.
In the second round we moved up to snag ILB Lofa Tatupu. Slightly undersized but the definition of a gamer. The leader of the 2 time national champion USC defence. Speed. Tenacity. Might be considered a reach at that spot in the draft, but the Hawks had him targeted. Compared to Miami's Zack Thomas.
Third round was strange. With some tantalizing talent at rush end and blitzing LB (Blackstock) still available we took QB and an Anthony Simmons clone at OLB. David Greene was considered a Heismen candidate before the season started but failed to live up to the expectations. Still he broke Peyton Mannings (39)record for wins in Div1 (42) and passing yards. Basically he sounds alot like current starter Matt Hasselbeck. Leroy Hill is undersized but FAST. Esentaially I believe he's a faster more pollished Blackstock. His 40 from the combine matched blackstock's 4.7 but I read a report that he was sick at the time. His Pro work out was in the 4.56 range with another timeing at 4.62. Rediculous for a LB. Before the draft I had a hard-on for Blackstock in the first round but feared he was too one dimentional. I think I'll like Hill better than even Simmons.
Well, that enough for now. Rhoel.
Riders of the Storm.Most picture hell as a very hot place. Well sometimes it can be being very very cold.
There was this time I was in the water just off of the world famous Bonazai Pipeline trying to imagine what it would be like standing in the shadow of a 50 foot wave. It was summer so the North Shore was very flat so imagining the presence and violence of such a thing in such a peaceful place seamed surreal. I still remember the light breeze and warm sun of that day as I looked north towards Alaska mentally plotting the path of such a thing, then I realized if I looked to the west I was looking towards Vancouver.
I was thinking of that day when we left for Tofino two weeks ago. I was thinking about standing in the water and looking back the other way. I had a feeling that things would not be as expected. Even before we left we were already down one rider who for some reason thought we were leaving the next day. On the island driving over the mountains it started to snow. That was the most damn snow I've seen all year. And when we arrived there were a lot of surfers in the Long Beach parking lot, but after an hour of waiting and drinking they all went home (must have ran out of drinks), which wasn't an option for us so we went in anyways, us and one other guy that was way down the beach.
My brother called it the washing machine. It was terrible. Totally random waves coming from every direction with no predictable breaks. But according to some of the others on the beach and the park ranger guy that was the best we were going to get that day. And besides we just wanted to...get our feet wet. So with out a hat or gloves I decided to go for the total California look and go in without bootys either. And as soon as much feet touched the water they went completely numb, it was like magic. So I spent my whole first day having to look at my feet to make sure they were on the board 'cause I couldn't tell otherwise. That night we drove down some logging trail and camped in the van at some clearing on the side of the road. It rained all night.
The next morning we checked out Long Beach again, much the same but the waves were a lot bigger. We check out some place called wreck point (there was another Spanish sounding name but I forgot it) and as we came down the trail I saw some beautifully lined up sets coming down for some real nice long rides and stared to get exited. Till we got closer to the point and saw the vicious ripe tide I've ever seen and just as quickly my excitement was dampered. The third spot proved to be it. It was called (I wanna say Coquihala) just down a place called Lynn road. As soon as we pulled in was say a lot of locals driving up with their wet suits already on, on bikes with the boards racked on the side, aswell as little kids running around looking like bi-pedal seals in their little wet suits. Also there was this gang of cute local surfer girls. The surf was good. Tons of little waves for us to play on with like dozens of breaks so everyone was like spread out in ones own little area. And out a bit there was one really good break for the better surfers. With bootys on I ventured forth. The breaks were still kinda random so every once in a while a big wave would break right on your head or in your face. The first time that happened I got an instant slurpee head ache. Like being hit by lightning right to the brain. Althou my head and hands were freezing (the only warmth was from the warm snot dribbling down my frozen face) and the fact that it was raining and generally freezing out; I had a blast! I actually forgot to look out and think about Hawaii. What was actually running thru my mind was the last scene from the movie Point Break (the rain and general misery of the weather) when Patrick Swayze was paddling out. That day I got 'El Cabonged' and I fell on a fin tearing half way thru my suit. If I wasn't wearing a wetsuit I think I could have been impaled. My bro got tossed in the air and landed on his hip in hard ass sand. He's still limping.
After lunch it was agreed that we weren't going to warm up enough to go back in. Soon it started to hail so hard we couldn't hear the movie on on DVD player so it was decided we would head home a day early. So to home we were delivered thru the rain, sleet and snow, aswell as a ferry ride. Can't wait to go back.
This summer I was thinking of organizing a camping trip up there for whoever is interested.
Rhoel.
