Showing posts with label chasing plastic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chasing plastic. Show all posts
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
ow, quit it
A quick update.
For some inexplicable reason, I laid out last weekend at Henlopen. This is strange for two reasons: A) I never lay out and B) I laid out on defense. In any case, I missed and landed awkwardly on my left shoulder. When I got up to shake it off, my shoulder felt weak and tingly.
Took the week easy. Light running at Messiah practices and pickup, but noticed that throwing backhand really bothers it, even though it's my left shoulder. I warmed up with the Messiah girls at Regionals yesterday and...it...hurts. It hurt then, and it hurts now. I've played through pain before, but simple tasks like pushing a door open and shampooing my hair are hard. I need to get it checked out soon.
College Regionals this weekend brought back great memories, like a "homecoming" of sorts, for the Metro East alumnus. Hoagie Haven, regurgitating old Isis cheers, those pesky geese....
Coaching made it a new experience for me, in the way fashion puff paint made the t-shirt wearing experience a new one as well. The Messiah girls puff painted a t-shirt that explicitly states that I am two things: cute and Asian. On the front it says, Messiah Ultimate. On the back, it says Cute Asian.
Messiah breaking seed and being at Regionals with Loose Cannon made it a worthwhile weekend. Those Cannons are a fun-loving bunch, and the majority, if not all, seem to happily put up with my gravity towards shenanigans.
For some inexplicable reason, I laid out last weekend at Henlopen. This is strange for two reasons: A) I never lay out and B) I laid out on defense. In any case, I missed and landed awkwardly on my left shoulder. When I got up to shake it off, my shoulder felt weak and tingly.
Took the week easy. Light running at Messiah practices and pickup, but noticed that throwing backhand really bothers it, even though it's my left shoulder. I warmed up with the Messiah girls at Regionals yesterday and...it...hurts. It hurt then, and it hurts now. I've played through pain before, but simple tasks like pushing a door open and shampooing my hair are hard. I need to get it checked out soon.
College Regionals this weekend brought back great memories, like a "homecoming" of sorts, for the Metro East alumnus. Hoagie Haven, regurgitating old Isis cheers, those pesky geese....
Coaching made it a new experience for me, in the way fashion puff paint made the t-shirt wearing experience a new one as well. The Messiah girls puff painted a t-shirt that explicitly states that I am two things: cute and Asian. On the front it says, Messiah Ultimate. On the back, it says Cute Asian.
Messiah breaking seed and being at Regionals with Loose Cannon made it a worthwhile weekend. Those Cannons are a fun-loving bunch, and the majority, if not all, seem to happily put up with my gravity towards shenanigans.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
a clam!
Fools Fest this past weekend = fun times.
I played one game of coed with the Penn State crew, where I was crowned Prom Queen by Enchantment In The C. It came complete with a ceremonial tiara, corsage, and posed picture-taking with the Prom King -- Cutie McCutie Pie, Jon Ferrer. I never found out how the picture turned out.
I forgot how much I loooove playing with my bestest friends in the whole wide world. And I forgot how much fun it is to watch The Crab, Judy, Alex the iBanker, and the rest of the gang shake it like a polaroid picture on the dance floor. These are the memories of Fools Fest -- and the friends -- that make me one happy clam.
Came home on Sun to an afternoon of ridiculousness at Kokomos Bar & Grill in Yo-town, where a Tigerator, The Truth, and I proceeded -- for six straight hours -- to charm the waitstaff and several unsuspecting patrons. It was our jukebox picks and winning personalities. Was in bed by 9:30 and slept like a little baby.
Work today was a breeze.
Tonight was the last, rec league bball game of the winter season. And I'll miss it -- I'll miss the hustle. We finished a close 2nd.
I played one game of coed with the Penn State crew, where I was crowned Prom Queen by Enchantment In The C. It came complete with a ceremonial tiara, corsage, and posed picture-taking with the Prom King -- Cutie McCutie Pie, Jon Ferrer. I never found out how the picture turned out.
I forgot how much I loooove playing with my bestest friends in the whole wide world. And I forgot how much fun it is to watch The Crab, Judy, Alex the iBanker, and the rest of the gang shake it like a polaroid picture on the dance floor. These are the memories of Fools Fest -- and the friends -- that make me one happy clam.
Came home on Sun to an afternoon of ridiculousness at Kokomos Bar & Grill in Yo-town, where a Tigerator, The Truth, and I proceeded -- for six straight hours -- to charm the waitstaff and several unsuspecting patrons. It was our jukebox picks and winning personalities. Was in bed by 9:30 and slept like a little baby.
Work today was a breeze.
Tonight was the last, rec league bball game of the winter season. And I'll miss it -- I'll miss the hustle. We finished a close 2nd.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
duck xing has gone crazy
I've just been included on the Duck Xing list for Mars 2008. Either my drinking or my dodgeball skills have reached a certain level of abject ridiculousness.
Or both.
Who knows for sure?!
Or both.
Who knows for sure?!
Saturday, March 8, 2008
sometimes unicorns puke rainbows and the evidence is in a slideshow
For those of you who've entered this cyber-house of shenanigans for the 1st time, welcome you brave souls.
There are few things more entertaining than seeing Crider in a dress, an inebriated dancing Crab, and Beez sharing precious moments with a fur-bearing mammal. If you're scratching your head and wondering what I'm talking about, the evidence is right here, set to the soulful and happy tune-age of King Floyd:
To Loose Cannon, my adorable teammates. Thanks for a wonderful season, and best of luck to all of you this upcoming one. Enjoy!
Love,
The Original
There are few things more entertaining than seeing Crider in a dress, an inebriated dancing Crab, and Beez sharing precious moments with a fur-bearing mammal. If you're scratching your head and wondering what I'm talking about, the evidence is right here, set to the soulful and happy tune-age of King Floyd:
To Loose Cannon, my adorable teammates. Thanks for a wonderful season, and best of luck to all of you this upcoming one. Enjoy!
Love,
The Original
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