I went to an Austin Toros game as part of a team-building exercise with my department at work. I thought that we were going to do drills with the team and maybe if I was lucky maybe a ropes course with Kevin Pittsnogle, but it was more of us getting on a shuttle and going to an actual 11 am NBADL game.
Now, I’m not gonna knock the game or the atmosphere - it was more fun that I thought it would be. It’s like a mini-NBA game (except without the t-shirt cannon). They have a dance team and they have audience stunts during official timeouts and they even have expensive-ass items at the concession. $4 for nachos!?!?! That’s an outrage!
I later found out the reason for the day game - the Toros were having a “school jam,” so i was lucky enough to have a few hundred middle school students screaming in my ear for no reason whatsoever. I’m not sure if people really go to these games, though, so I’m kind of pissed that I didn’t get to do the halfcourt shot or that thing where you spin five times on your head and run dizzily across the court and make a lay up. All because of the damn kids.
I have to admit, however, that it was cool to see R.C. Buford. I was a tad taken aback by his attire, though. He was wearing a black dress shirt that was a little too fitted, some white jeans (I think they were Versace - seriously) and some kind of clogs that I usually only see medical personnel rocking. I guess the Eurodoucheiness of one Tony Parker is rubbing off on him. I kind of always pictured him as a regular dude. Tell you what, though - the man can build one helluva franchise.
All in all, I would have to recommend going to a Toros game, especially if someone else is paying for the ticket. One thing: try to stay away from the School Jam.
Last night, I went and had dinner at The Salt Lick with a few members of the UniWatch Nation and Paul Lukas, esteemed writer and founder and main contributer to the UniWatch Blog. It was cool that I was able to meet Paul - I had read most of his uniform-related stuff since his days at Slate and I’ve exchanged a few emails with him. For what it’s worth, I’m also a charter member of the UniWatch Nation, so you know I take this stuff way to seriously.
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The funny thing is, I still wear a shirt when I go swimming. More to cover the stretch marks, but I’m working on that. Anyone out there have a good remedy for stretch marks? And please don’t tell me about how cocoa butter works wonders. I can’t stand that smell.
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Last night, Mary Alice, Marcelina and I went to La Feria on South Lamar with Joe & Sally. To my best recollection, I had never been to the place, and I had a gift certificate that I was waiting to burn from Restaurant.com. It was a $25 one, and usually they are regularly $10, but I was able to get it for $3 or $4, due to a coupon from their mailing list. I would highly recommend getting on that mailing list. Coupons galore, baby! (more…)
But I was going through some drama late last week and early this week - to the point where I was almost fired. So that sucked.
Anyway, all I have today is hearty endorsement for the most wonderful thing to ever grace my taste buds: Orbit Mint Mojito Gum
By God, this is bad ass.
Baron Davis is some wannabe Hollywood superstar. If he’s supposed to be a somebody, why the hell does he wear Allen Iverson’s shoes? Why would he (and Stack) want to leave Nike and the Roswell Rayguns? Reebok will never bring the funk.
I hate for anyone to think that I have anything interesting to say or that there is anything interesting about me. I don’t look at it that way. Not to say that I don’t think it’s action-packed or uninteresting - it surely is. (more…)
Where was Kelsey Peterson when I was going to school? First off, I didn’t even know they had Mexicans in Nebraska - how the hell did this chick end up with one? Second, I know it’s crazy hypocritical because I would be fuming with outrage if this was a dude teacher and a girl student, but a young woman teacher with a post-pubescent boy will always garner male sympathy. If this kid was chilling with his boys, they would be all kind of impressed. It’s kind of the dream of most boys that age - this basketball teacher may as well have been a celebrity or something. Hell, I had some fugly-ass teachers when I was growing up, and I still had room for them in my fantasies (I’m thinking of you, Ms. Hennessey. Rowr!).
I found her myspace page, which is sure to be taken down any day now. How would you like to be the two chicks that are featured with this pederast (mederast?) on the right?
