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Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
It's A Nail Biter Folks!
Can I just be honest for five seconds?! 10 years ago, I was like "Baseball?! Yawwwwnnnn", 8 Years ago..I was like "Baseball...AWESOME", 5 Years ago...I was finding anyway, anyhow....to get to AT&T Baseball Park to see a game, and now...I am like "Baseball...Giants...Shortcut on my desktop let me text my Dilla...". It's pretty exciting stuff...and if I'm being honest....I've never been more glued to the T.V. than I have during this series.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
A Game For(e) Me
The game is meant to be fun.
Jack Nicklaus
Almost 2 years ago, after finding myself with a DUI to take care of, and a blow to my self esteem the size of the state of Texas, I realized I could do one of two things. Chalk it up as a life lesson, do what I needed to do, and move on, or wallow in my state of sadness and despair, and like to think that the world had it out for me. I did the latter part for 1 day. That got old real fast. Instead, I gathered up my dignity that had been splayed out all over my house, and took 2 days off of work. That’s when I decided to meet my friend Maria for a round of golf. I had played golf a few times before, in high school. With my dad and mom. And also on a date that went south. He tried kissing me with braces. Eeeek!! Anyway, back to last year. Before Tiger was getting all scandalous on us, I thought it’d be fun if we met and hit a round of balls out into the range.
It felt fucking awesome.
The old men were getting a kick out of us too, and I even told the one man, if he was going to sit there and flirt with us, the least he could do was buy us a beer. And that my friends…is what he did. We stayed at that golf course for a good 3 hours. Playing golf, soaking up the weather, enjoying staring at cute, focused men. And then afterwards, eating a plate of nachos that we felt we had well deserved.
Today, I found myself on my last leg of my vacation. Only 3 more days left! <Sadness> So, I packed it up, and headed to the golf course in Yountville. And hit a bucket of 100 balls. Only $10.00!! I got a few pointers but was mostly complimented by some of the golfers there. And with that I signed myself up for some lessons. What frustrations I am unable to get out here in my blog, I am hoping I will be able to, maybe while hitting a ball, and pretending it’s certain peoples’ faces. The guy said that is normal when you first start. Sometimes, it helps you hit a lot harder too! I can’t wait for the fresh air, the coaching, and most of all…the free eye candy I get with it all.
View @ the Driving Range
Jack Nicklaus
Almost 2 years ago, after finding myself with a DUI to take care of, and a blow to my self esteem the size of the state of Texas, I realized I could do one of two things. Chalk it up as a life lesson, do what I needed to do, and move on, or wallow in my state of sadness and despair, and like to think that the world had it out for me. I did the latter part for 1 day. That got old real fast. Instead, I gathered up my dignity that had been splayed out all over my house, and took 2 days off of work. That’s when I decided to meet my friend Maria for a round of golf. I had played golf a few times before, in high school. With my dad and mom. And also on a date that went south. He tried kissing me with braces. Eeeek!! Anyway, back to last year. Before Tiger was getting all scandalous on us, I thought it’d be fun if we met and hit a round of balls out into the range.
It felt fucking awesome.
The old men were getting a kick out of us too, and I even told the one man, if he was going to sit there and flirt with us, the least he could do was buy us a beer. And that my friends…is what he did. We stayed at that golf course for a good 3 hours. Playing golf, soaking up the weather, enjoying staring at cute, focused men. And then afterwards, eating a plate of nachos that we felt we had well deserved.
Today, I found myself on my last leg of my vacation. Only 3 more days left! <Sadness> So, I packed it up, and headed to the golf course in Yountville. And hit a bucket of 100 balls. Only $10.00!! I got a few pointers but was mostly complimented by some of the golfers there. And with that I signed myself up for some lessons. What frustrations I am unable to get out here in my blog, I am hoping I will be able to, maybe while hitting a ball, and pretending it’s certain peoples’ faces. The guy said that is normal when you first start. Sometimes, it helps you hit a lot harder too! I can’t wait for the fresh air, the coaching, and most of all…the free eye candy I get with it all.
View @ the Driving Range
Those are my small baby hands—and the balls I like to hit the most!
Amazing Course
Friday, April 16, 2010
Puck That Noise
So, this morning I get this text from a friend of a friend, who has become my friend, so I guess he is a mutual friend.....anyway...details, details. "Hey, I just scored some free hockey tickets to the Sharks play offs, wanna go." In which I stare at my phone for a nice 5 minutes or so, and think to myself "Sorry, I'd rather have my eyes jabbed out with two schorching hot steak knives before you get me to a HOCKEY game." I'm sorry, but Hockey is not a sport I care to watch, nor care to drag my butt down to San Jose, to go sit, and hang out with a bunch of people who just got done watching NASCAR and are pissed, and/or surprised that their favorite driver didn't win. Those two "sports" are so ridiculous to me, I could barf. Okay, so I didn't barf, but I felt like it.
Like I said earlier, I used to keep stats for baseball for my high school team! But, before that, I also kept stats for football, and I loved it even more than I loved the baseball, because football is my secret passion, and I love it. GO Philadelphia Eagles, and go North Carolina Panthers. I gathered two of my closest friends at the time, and said to them, hey....wanna keep stats with me for football?! To which they were like "Okay." I pictured us on the sidelines hosing down the little sophomore boys with their water bottles, us getting to be ON the field, with the players. That, that is bad ass!!!
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The order of sports for me, is this Football Pants, Baseball Pants, Cycling Shorts, and speedos...er..I mean swimming. Not, Hockey bagginess, and/or sitting in a car with full on helmet and gear, and driving in circles for 6 hours. No fucking thank you. My ex husbands mother used to sit, and watch the T.V. while NASCAR was on, and she was watching it as though it was gonna take some crazy turn of events. NASCAR is like The Bachelor....it's only worth watching in the last 5 minutes, that's what everyone is going to be talking about for the next week. Otherwise, it's a bore!
The only time I ever watched NASCAR was when Dale Earnhardt passed away, when that was all that was on T.V. for 24 hours. That was sad, but it is after all, a sport right?!?
So, when I got this invite, I didn't want to be rude, I mean, I had already told him my disgust for this "Sport", but he still asked, and deep down that made me irritated. But, instead, I just said, "Oh no thanks, I have plans already....remember?" And then he made a comment like "Oh yea, you think it's just for rednecks". That's not what I said, I said something way meaner.....but whatever. He pouted for a minute, like I was gonna fling up my arms and be like "Yes...take me, I can't wait", but I didn't. Ice skating makes me nervous anyway, I always imagine people falling, and having their fingers sliced off onto the ice, that would be awkward.
So, while I know the Sharks or who ever are playing their little hearts out in San Jose, all I can think, is go Giants. This weekend it's on against the Dodgers. You better be shaking in your cleats.
Like I said earlier, I used to keep stats for baseball for my high school team! But, before that, I also kept stats for football, and I loved it even more than I loved the baseball, because football is my secret passion, and I love it. GO Philadelphia Eagles, and go North Carolina Panthers. I gathered two of my closest friends at the time, and said to them, hey....wanna keep stats with me for football?! To which they were like "Okay." I pictured us on the sidelines hosing down the little sophomore boys with their water bottles, us getting to be ON the field, with the players. That, that is bad ass!!!
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I know it's not the best, but this is me, Sarah and Amber in the yearbook, sophomore year!! Go Bobcats.
The order of sports for me, is this Football
The only time I ever watched NASCAR was when Dale Earnhardt passed away, when that was all that was on T.V. for 24 hours. That was sad, but it is after all, a sport right?!?
So, when I got this invite, I didn't want to be rude, I mean, I had already told him my disgust for this "Sport", but he still asked, and deep down that made me irritated. But, instead, I just said, "Oh no thanks, I have plans already....remember?" And then he made a comment like "Oh yea, you think it's just for rednecks". That's not what I said, I said something way meaner.....but whatever. He pouted for a minute, like I was gonna fling up my arms and be like "Yes...take me, I can't wait", but I didn't. Ice skating makes me nervous anyway, I always imagine people falling, and having their fingers sliced off onto the ice, that would be awkward.
So, while I know the Sharks or who ever are playing their little hearts out in San Jose, all I can think, is go Giants. This weekend it's on against the Dodgers. You better be shaking in your cleats.
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