Just a quick tidbit today: I just watched some NFL highlights on Youtube yesterday, and, not surprisingly, the majority of eye popping highlights come from plays made by running backs and wide receivers. They jump, twist, catch, hurdle, truck, and high step their way into the endzone...well, not all of them. But when some get in, they have these elaborate dances they do to celebrate a touchdown. Some of these players have scored so little that it seems that they spend more time practicing their celebration dances, not their fundmentals.
I though about that for a minute, and then I realized how it applies to life: You can't play hard if you don't work hard; that is, you won't have moments of glory and happiness of you don't put in the work to get there. You can't achieve your dreams by making plans of what you'll do when you get there. It's planning HOW you get there that counts.
Work hard to play harder- that's my suggestion to you!
The Plan Leads to the Celebration
Sunday, March 13, 2011
I went out to Downtown Springfield with five friends a couple weeks ago, and after grabbing a couple beers at this pretty chill spot, one of them (my roommate) went off with another girl. The rest of us went to this bar/club called Catch 22.
Let me tell you something about Catch 22: it really does live up to its name; no matter what you do, you're bound to get fucked while you're there. If it's not the lack of good looking girls, it's the drink prices. If it's not the drink prices, it's the fact that the floors are stickier than the ones at the peep show. If it's not the sticky floors, it's the abundance of belligerent customers who fight and/or get kicked out.
So, after paying a $5 cover charge, I entered the club hesitantly. Another of our six had been there for a while already and was in her happy zone drink-wise. She was already out on the dance floor with someone else. So there are three guys, including me, and one other girl left at this point. She asks if we want to dance. And give up this couch that 20,000 other people at this club are waiting to get on? No thank you. I'll enjoy the view from the couch.
But since the other two guys went out there, I was screwed; I either had to go out there or sit on the couch like the loser who got left behind. So I went out there. Let me just say this; 1 girl, two straight guys, and a gay guy standing in an awkward circle while everyone around them is dancing is not an enviable position to be in.
After two beers and the most awkward dance circle I've seen in a long time, I drove home. Hopefully this is not a sign of things to come on St. Patrick's Day. Oh well. At least there was a hot dog truck outside the bar to feed the drunk, hungry masses.
Cheers!
Let me tell you something about Catch 22: it really does live up to its name; no matter what you do, you're bound to get fucked while you're there. If it's not the lack of good looking girls, it's the drink prices. If it's not the drink prices, it's the fact that the floors are stickier than the ones at the peep show. If it's not the sticky floors, it's the abundance of belligerent customers who fight and/or get kicked out.
So, after paying a $5 cover charge, I entered the club hesitantly. Another of our six had been there for a while already and was in her happy zone drink-wise. She was already out on the dance floor with someone else. So there are three guys, including me, and one other girl left at this point. She asks if we want to dance. And give up this couch that 20,000 other people at this club are waiting to get on? No thank you. I'll enjoy the view from the couch.
But since the other two guys went out there, I was screwed; I either had to go out there or sit on the couch like the loser who got left behind. So I went out there. Let me just say this; 1 girl, two straight guys, and a gay guy standing in an awkward circle while everyone around them is dancing is not an enviable position to be in.
After two beers and the most awkward dance circle I've seen in a long time, I drove home. Hopefully this is not a sign of things to come on St. Patrick's Day. Oh well. At least there was a hot dog truck outside the bar to feed the drunk, hungry masses.
Cheers!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Well, just wanted to let you all know that I changed my Twitter handle this morning. I am no longer jeremynelson87. I am now houseoftrivia. This site has convinced me to change my Twitter handle altogether.
Plus, I need the ability to cloak myself from the government in times of need. That's important, too.
Well, now you know. Start following me @houseoftrivia and watch the information flow (and hilarity!) ensue.
Plus, I need the ability to cloak myself from the government in times of need. That's important, too.
Well, now you know. Start following me @houseoftrivia and watch the information flow (and hilarity!) ensue.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Today, good people, is National Pancake Day, or at least according to IHOP. Yes, this is the first pancake reference I've made in a long time- I know. That is all. I need to go to bed and nurse this illness away.
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