Archive for February, 2012
For those of you who are as doubtful as I was as to if you are allowed to drag your opponent across the mat by his feet in wrestling, you are. You are also allowed to cry in wrestling. And you will.
Sometimes the biggest news of the week is a new set of murals in the elementary school cafeteria. #communityjournalism
Happy Valentines Day, love Municipal Court and your tax money spent on rose petals. (Yes the judge is wearing cowboy boots. He does every day.)
Theres always that boy scout who won’t get off the bunk during boy scout winter camping. The question is he just the tired lazy one or the smart one?
Sometimes Kiss shows up at your basketball game. #highschool
Sometimes the ref getting into the middle of your frame works. Really well. This doesn’t make up for the other 1427098 times in which you ruin the shot you backwards zebras.
I think the average temperature for 2012 has hit about 45. Or maybe 50. So many weather features, so little time. For me the key has been to find those ordinary moments, that may not even command a look back, unless it was January 31st.
If I ever played basketball on any sort of level that was more complicated than a nerf ball and a fisher price hoop it may look something like this. As in I’d be the one tripping on the floor dropping the ball on every play. Doesn’t mean it isn’t my second favorite sport though. Or [...]
Wrestling fans scare me with their intensity. The only thing that elicits that type of emotion from me is a new episode of Downton Abbey.