You know I'd have to do some research, and quite frankly I'm just too tired and lazy right now to do it, but I have a feeling that more people voted in last night's American Idol than probably voted in the last presidential election. Anyone care to do the research I don't feel like doing?
If so, I think we figured out how to increase voter turnout in 2008 - bring in Earth Wind and Fire and donate 10 cents from every presidential vote to children in Africa!
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Is UF Trying to Kill Me?
I keep getting these amazing emails reminding me how awesome Gainesville is and how I should return to school. The last thing I need in the middle of a busy work day is a reminder of how responsibility-free and incredibly awesome my college days were. Emails like this do not help! Even if the University of Florida is the greatest academic and sporting institution in the universe!
Dear Lia,
Great things are happening in Gator Country! We're at the top of our game, and we're not just talking about basketball and football! It is the loyalty and commitment of alumni like you that will ensure that we stay there.
Please take this opportunity to watch this dynamic presentation and come back to Florida!
Thank you,
The University of Florida
Dear Lia,
Great things are happening in Gator Country! We're at the top of our game, and we're not just talking about basketball and football! It is the loyalty and commitment of alumni like you that will ensure that we stay there.
Please take this opportunity to watch this dynamic presentation and come back to Florida!
Thank you,
The University of Florida
My Celebrity TV World is Blowing Up!
Rosie O'Donnell is leaving The View (why can't it be Elizabeth? Unless Rosie is getting her own show. That will be the only way this is acceptable.) Heather Mills was voted off Dancing With the Stars (which I don't watch, but eagerly scan the gossip columns each week hoping for a leg incident, which is sick, but necessary) and for the first time, Idol was Sanjaya free last night! Love it b***tches!
In other news, I am back in the gym so that my five pounds heavier frame can get back down to its fighting weight in time for Greece. In the early morning sunlight the other day, I got a good look love handles and immediately decided enough was enough. So I've cut back on portions (sigh) and started working out again.
And next Thursday, I head off to Las Vegas for a little fun and sun with the fam. Mostly fun. Things are looking up!
In other news, I am back in the gym so that my five pounds heavier frame can get back down to its fighting weight in time for Greece. In the early morning sunlight the other day, I got a good look love handles and immediately decided enough was enough. So I've cut back on portions (sigh) and started working out again.
And next Thursday, I head off to Las Vegas for a little fun and sun with the fam. Mostly fun. Things are looking up!
Monday, April 23, 2007
UFC - Who Knew?
So...spring is here and with it, my motivation to get back in the gym and maybe see the abs that had just started to peek through before Christmas came and wreaked its havoc on my routine and waistline.
Today, when I was running on the treadmill, the guy next to me turned on the Ultimate Fighting Championship at the same time that Good Vibrations came into my headphones (compliments of GC and his gift of early 90s dance music). As it turns out, watching huge men kick and punch each other in the face, along with the combination of Marky Mark (followed by Kriss Kross = kick ass!) is just what it takes to make you want to run like 77 miles. Alas, I only ran one because that's my maximum...but goddamit if it wasn't one of the fastest miles ever.
Today, when I was running on the treadmill, the guy next to me turned on the Ultimate Fighting Championship at the same time that Good Vibrations came into my headphones (compliments of GC and his gift of early 90s dance music). As it turns out, watching huge men kick and punch each other in the face, along with the combination of Marky Mark (followed by Kriss Kross = kick ass!) is just what it takes to make you want to run like 77 miles. Alas, I only ran one because that's my maximum...but goddamit if it wasn't one of the fastest miles ever.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Stephen King is a Genius!
Stephen King is one of the most fascinating people to me. I once read that he reads, on average, 80 books a year, and his career is obviously to be envied by any wannabe novelist, like myself. One of the things I've come to enjoy about Stephen outside of his own work (of which I'm not a huge fan but can definitely appreciate) is his perspective on the outside world, that he gives in his columns for Entertainment Weekly.
The following is his take on violence in creative writing translating into violence in reality. As someone who would rather write for a living, I did think about the implications of writing something that may be disturbing to someone else. What might happen to the creative process? Stephen King articulates and I agree.
And one of these days, I'll start generating original thought on my blog again. Sigh.
EDITORS' NOTE: In the wake of the Virginia Tech murders and subsequent reports that Cho Seung-Hui had raised alarms in the English department with his writing, we asked novelist and Entertainment Weekly contributing editor Stephen King for his thoughts on the links between the creative process and violence. Where, exactly, does one draw the line between imagination and disturbing expression that should raise red flags?
I've thought about it, of course. Certainly in this sensitized day and age, my own college writing — including a short story called ''Cain Rose Up'' and the novel RAGE — would have raised red flags, and I'm certain someone would have tabbed me as mentally ill because of them, even though I interacted in class, never took pictures of girls' legs with my cell phone (in 1970, WHAT cell phones?), and never signed my work with a ?.
As a teacher, I had one student — I will call him George — who raised red flags galore in my own mind: stories about flaying women alive, dismemberment, and, the capper, ''getting back at THEM.'' George was very quiet, and verbally inarticulate. It was only in his written work that he spewed these relentless scenes of gore and torture. His job was in the University Bookstore, and when I inquired about him once, I was told he was a good worker, but ''quiet.'' I thought, ''Whoa, if some kid is ever gonna blow, it'll be this one.'' He never did. But that was in the days before a gun-totin' serial killer could get top billing on the Nightly News and possibly the covers of national magazines.
For most creative people, the imagination serves as an excretory channel for violence: We visualize what we will never actually do (James Patterson, for instance, a nice man who has all too often worked the street that my old friend George used to work). Cho doesn't strike me as in the least creative, however. Dude was crazy. Dude was, in the memorable phrasing of Nikki Giovanni, ''just mean.'' Essentially there's no story here, except for a paranoid a--hole who went DEFCON-1. He may have been inspired by Columbine, but only because he was too dim to think up such a scenario on his own.
On the whole, I don't think you can pick these guys out based on their work, unless you look for violence unenlivened by any real talent.
The following is his take on violence in creative writing translating into violence in reality. As someone who would rather write for a living, I did think about the implications of writing something that may be disturbing to someone else. What might happen to the creative process? Stephen King articulates and I agree.
And one of these days, I'll start generating original thought on my blog again. Sigh.
EDITORS' NOTE: In the wake of the Virginia Tech murders and subsequent reports that Cho Seung-Hui had raised alarms in the English department with his writing, we asked novelist and Entertainment Weekly contributing editor Stephen King for his thoughts on the links between the creative process and violence. Where, exactly, does one draw the line between imagination and disturbing expression that should raise red flags?
I've thought about it, of course. Certainly in this sensitized day and age, my own college writing — including a short story called ''Cain Rose Up'' and the novel RAGE — would have raised red flags, and I'm certain someone would have tabbed me as mentally ill because of them, even though I interacted in class, never took pictures of girls' legs with my cell phone (in 1970, WHAT cell phones?), and never signed my work with a ?.
As a teacher, I had one student — I will call him George — who raised red flags galore in my own mind: stories about flaying women alive, dismemberment, and, the capper, ''getting back at THEM.'' George was very quiet, and verbally inarticulate. It was only in his written work that he spewed these relentless scenes of gore and torture. His job was in the University Bookstore, and when I inquired about him once, I was told he was a good worker, but ''quiet.'' I thought, ''Whoa, if some kid is ever gonna blow, it'll be this one.'' He never did. But that was in the days before a gun-totin' serial killer could get top billing on the Nightly News and possibly the covers of national magazines.
For most creative people, the imagination serves as an excretory channel for violence: We visualize what we will never actually do (James Patterson, for instance, a nice man who has all too often worked the street that my old friend George used to work). Cho doesn't strike me as in the least creative, however. Dude was crazy. Dude was, in the memorable phrasing of Nikki Giovanni, ''just mean.'' Essentially there's no story here, except for a paranoid a--hole who went DEFCON-1. He may have been inspired by Columbine, but only because he was too dim to think up such a scenario on his own.
On the whole, I don't think you can pick these guys out based on their work, unless you look for violence unenlivened by any real talent.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Your Problems Are Not That Big
It's dawned on me today that given yesterday's tragedy at Virgina Tech, my problems are not that big. If my biggest problem is that each morning I have to wake up and go to a job that doesn't stimulate me, like 8 trillion other people in America, then maybe I'm doing okay afterall. I'm not saying its right that the mass of men live their lives in quiet desperation, but sometimes the universe shows you that things are worse. That there are people in this world who need help. That there are bigger things outside of your window if you can stop being concerned with yourself long enough to pay attention.
Reading the transcripts and stories of whats beginning to surface is absolutely heartbreaking. You can't help but put yourself back in your own college classroom, wondering what it would be like if you were taking notes one second, and dropping to the floor in the next wondering what the hell is going on.
What breaks my heart most is that the media is already trying to make a story out of blame. That the cops didn't act fast enough during the first shooting to lock down the campus. Having come from a large university myself, I know for a fact that if a shooting took place in a dorm, at 7:15 a.m. no less, when 95% of students are still asleep, there would have been no way to shut down an entire campus immediately. The second shooting occurred in the 9:30 hour, when 85% of the campus would still be asleep. Further, without knowing any facts of the case in the dorms, there is no reason the police should have shut down the campus.
I remember on 9.11 I was working at the gym, closing it up after it was determined that school would be closed that day, and as late as 2 p.m. students were coming into work out. When I told them the gym was closed because of that morning's attacks, many had no idea what I was talking about. They hadn't turned on the news or signed online that morning. I imagine it was very similar at Virginina Tech. On large campuses, news travels slow. And never underestimate the bubble that most students live in for four years.
In any case, I remain glued to the ongoing coverage and updates and today, find myself, a little less concerned with my own miniscule problems. As we all should.
Reading the transcripts and stories of whats beginning to surface is absolutely heartbreaking. You can't help but put yourself back in your own college classroom, wondering what it would be like if you were taking notes one second, and dropping to the floor in the next wondering what the hell is going on.
What breaks my heart most is that the media is already trying to make a story out of blame. That the cops didn't act fast enough during the first shooting to lock down the campus. Having come from a large university myself, I know for a fact that if a shooting took place in a dorm, at 7:15 a.m. no less, when 95% of students are still asleep, there would have been no way to shut down an entire campus immediately. The second shooting occurred in the 9:30 hour, when 85% of the campus would still be asleep. Further, without knowing any facts of the case in the dorms, there is no reason the police should have shut down the campus.
I remember on 9.11 I was working at the gym, closing it up after it was determined that school would be closed that day, and as late as 2 p.m. students were coming into work out. When I told them the gym was closed because of that morning's attacks, many had no idea what I was talking about. They hadn't turned on the news or signed online that morning. I imagine it was very similar at Virginina Tech. On large campuses, news travels slow. And never underestimate the bubble that most students live in for four years.
In any case, I remain glued to the ongoing coverage and updates and today, find myself, a little less concerned with my own miniscule problems. As we all should.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Hanging on by a thread...
I think the nor'easter (and I hate that word, I think it should just be northeaster and as a matter of fact, i've been pronouncing it that way out of spite) has finally invaded my brain. Yesterday was lovely when I got to lay in bed all day and watch movies with GC, but the rain is not quite as fun when you have to walk through it to get to work. After GC left, i tried to do my taxes (now filing for an extension), watched the sopranos and entourage and then literally twiddled my thumbs for three hours. I didn't feel like going to sleep. The Sunday night dread of the work week ahead kept me up in an attempt to try and extend the weekend as long as I could. Because it was an amazing weekend. And that's why I was all the more annoyed that the rain finally got to me and started to bring me down. A little bit of rain on the weekend can be nice, as it was during the day. But when it comes down relentlessly, and you can't go outside because of it, that's what you have to draw the line.
It got me thinking about this article I've been trying to begin writing about happiness in your 20s, in the 21st century. The fact that I had Sunday night dread really irked me. I feel like I'm getting too old to feel this way. I'm not saying I'm ever going to wake up on Monday morning going "Hooray! It's time for work!" but must I dread the feeling of waking up in the morning? According to some of the interviews I've been conducting too, I'm not alone. Is it just where I'm at right now? Is this just a fact of life? Isn't there a better way?
I can't wait for the rain to clear up so that my thoughts get cleared up too. I'm at work and I'm not dying...and to think I stayed up until 1 a.m. thinking about it. Crazy.
It got me thinking about this article I've been trying to begin writing about happiness in your 20s, in the 21st century. The fact that I had Sunday night dread really irked me. I feel like I'm getting too old to feel this way. I'm not saying I'm ever going to wake up on Monday morning going "Hooray! It's time for work!" but must I dread the feeling of waking up in the morning? According to some of the interviews I've been conducting too, I'm not alone. Is it just where I'm at right now? Is this just a fact of life? Isn't there a better way?
I can't wait for the rain to clear up so that my thoughts get cleared up too. I'm at work and I'm not dying...and to think I stayed up until 1 a.m. thinking about it. Crazy.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Best Article on Imus Yet
Since you can't help but follow the Don Imus story...here is what I think is the best article yet on the matter. Roland Martin consistently puts out some of the best opinion columns and this is no exception. Happy to know that at least one member of the media is not letting Mr. Moral Compass himself, Jesse Jackson, or Media Scandal Ambulance Chaser Extraordinaire Al Sharpton, influence their opinions on this. Though the Don Imus "scandal" is no doubt a long time coming and well, well overdue...this is really the issue, in my opinion, as well.
Roland S. Martin
CNN Contributor
Editor's note: Roland S. Martin is a CNN contributor and a talk-show host for WVON-AM in Chicago.
No one would have thought that when Rosa Parks opted not to give up her seat to a white man in 1956, a dozen years later blacks would have the full right to vote, the ability to eat in hotels and restaurants and see Jim Crow destroyed.
We might look back in a few years and come to realize that the removal of Don Imus from the public airwaves put America on a course that changed the dialogue on what is acceptable to say in public forums.
The downfall of a long, successful and controversial career, on the surface, took eight days. But for Imus, this has actually been 30 years in the making. He has used his sexual and racial schtick to pad his pocketbook. Only this time, he ran up against a group of women who presented such a compelling story, his bosses couldn't ignore the reality of his sexist and racist rant.
Although the National Association of Black Journalists led the fight to oust Imus, there is no doubt that it was that moving news conference by the Rutgers University women's basketball team that cemented the demise of Imus. Vivian Stringer was poised and strong in demanding that America look at the 10 women and see them as the real face of Imus's slurs.
And that is really the issue we must focus on. So many people tried to make this a race issue. But for me, that wasn't the primary point. I never wavered from the attack as one of a sexist. It didn't matter that he was trying to be funny. He insulted a group of women who are already accomplished.
Then again, that happens to women every day.
Sen. Hillary Clinton, a New York Democrat, is smart and talented, but to many, she's nothing but an opportunist. She's called too aggressive, not cute and is slammed regularly. But she should be praised for being a woman who has achieved a lot in her career.
Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice is portrayed as a bumbling idiot, but her academic credentials are impeccable. You can disagree with her ideology, but to question her womanhood is silly.
Women all across this country have to play by a different standard. They often make less than men, even when doing the same job; are accused of being too tough when they are the boss; and are treated as sexual objects.
America, we have a problem with sexism. Don't try to make this whole matter about the ridiculous rants made by rappers. I deplore what's in a lot of their music and videos, but hip-hop is only 30 years old. So you mean to tell me that sexism in America only started in 1977?
Now is the time for this nation to undergo a direct examination of the depths of sexism. My media colleagues shouldn't go just for the easy target rap lyrics. That is no doubt a logical next step, but sexism is so much deeper. It is embedded in our churches, synagogues, mosques, schools, Fortune 500 companies and in the political arena. We should target our resources to this issue and raise the consciousness of people, and expose the reality.
Don Imus should not be the period. He can be the comma. Civil rights organizations, media entities, women's groups and others have an opportunity that they can't pass up. We have the chance to seize the moment to begin a conversation -- an in-depth one -- that has the opportunity to redefine America along the lines of race and sex.
I hope and pray that we have the courage to do so.
Roland S. Martin
CNN Contributor
Editor's note: Roland S. Martin is a CNN contributor and a talk-show host for WVON-AM in Chicago.
No one would have thought that when Rosa Parks opted not to give up her seat to a white man in 1956, a dozen years later blacks would have the full right to vote, the ability to eat in hotels and restaurants and see Jim Crow destroyed.
We might look back in a few years and come to realize that the removal of Don Imus from the public airwaves put America on a course that changed the dialogue on what is acceptable to say in public forums.
The downfall of a long, successful and controversial career, on the surface, took eight days. But for Imus, this has actually been 30 years in the making. He has used his sexual and racial schtick to pad his pocketbook. Only this time, he ran up against a group of women who presented such a compelling story, his bosses couldn't ignore the reality of his sexist and racist rant.
Although the National Association of Black Journalists led the fight to oust Imus, there is no doubt that it was that moving news conference by the Rutgers University women's basketball team that cemented the demise of Imus. Vivian Stringer was poised and strong in demanding that America look at the 10 women and see them as the real face of Imus's slurs.
And that is really the issue we must focus on. So many people tried to make this a race issue. But for me, that wasn't the primary point. I never wavered from the attack as one of a sexist. It didn't matter that he was trying to be funny. He insulted a group of women who are already accomplished.
Then again, that happens to women every day.
Sen. Hillary Clinton, a New York Democrat, is smart and talented, but to many, she's nothing but an opportunist. She's called too aggressive, not cute and is slammed regularly. But she should be praised for being a woman who has achieved a lot in her career.
Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice is portrayed as a bumbling idiot, but her academic credentials are impeccable. You can disagree with her ideology, but to question her womanhood is silly.
Women all across this country have to play by a different standard. They often make less than men, even when doing the same job; are accused of being too tough when they are the boss; and are treated as sexual objects.
America, we have a problem with sexism. Don't try to make this whole matter about the ridiculous rants made by rappers. I deplore what's in a lot of their music and videos, but hip-hop is only 30 years old. So you mean to tell me that sexism in America only started in 1977?
Now is the time for this nation to undergo a direct examination of the depths of sexism. My media colleagues shouldn't go just for the easy target rap lyrics. That is no doubt a logical next step, but sexism is so much deeper. It is embedded in our churches, synagogues, mosques, schools, Fortune 500 companies and in the political arena. We should target our resources to this issue and raise the consciousness of people, and expose the reality.
Don Imus should not be the period. He can be the comma. Civil rights organizations, media entities, women's groups and others have an opportunity that they can't pass up. We have the chance to seize the moment to begin a conversation -- an in-depth one -- that has the opportunity to redefine America along the lines of race and sex.
I hope and pray that we have the courage to do so.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
My iPod Was on Fire!
Am I the only one who sometimes gauges how good their day will be by the songs that your iPod randomly plays in the a.m.? I only get 7 or 8 songs door-to-door for my commute to work, so I take very heavy stock in the songs that I choose to play.
Today may have been one of my best random shuffles ever! In order, the songs were:
- I've Got Friends in Low Places, Garth Brooks
- Wind It Up, Gwen Stefani
- The Sweet Escape, Gwen Stefani
- Stutter, Joe featuring Mystikal
- Unwritten, Natasha Bedingfield
- Gotta Get Through This, Daniel Bedingfield (and sidenote, does anyone know if they are bro and sis?)
- Take Me Out, Franz Ferdinand
- Lubbock or Leave It, the Dixie Chicks
and had I not arrived at work by this time the next would have been oldie but goodie, Foolish by Ashanti (and sidenote, what the hell ever happened to her?)
Maybe shaping up to be the best day ever!! We shall see.
Today may have been one of my best random shuffles ever! In order, the songs were:
- I've Got Friends in Low Places, Garth Brooks
- Wind It Up, Gwen Stefani
- The Sweet Escape, Gwen Stefani
- Stutter, Joe featuring Mystikal
- Unwritten, Natasha Bedingfield
- Gotta Get Through This, Daniel Bedingfield (and sidenote, does anyone know if they are bro and sis?)
- Take Me Out, Franz Ferdinand
- Lubbock or Leave It, the Dixie Chicks
and had I not arrived at work by this time the next would have been oldie but goodie, Foolish by Ashanti (and sidenote, what the hell ever happened to her?)
Maybe shaping up to be the best day ever!! We shall see.
Monday, April 09, 2007
The Sopranos..the Beginning of the End
In celebration of one of the greatest TV shows to ever eminate through the airwaves and into my world - the Sopranos - I unintentionally engaged in a day of all things Italian.
Hungover from a very quick, very awful Saturday night, mostly spent over the toilet in my bathroom with only a vague recollection of how I got there...I dedicated my entire Easter Sunday, not to Jesus, as I probably should have, but to Tony, Christopher, Carmela and company.
It began when I noticed that James Gandolfini was the guest on Inside the Actor's Studio. I gave it my full attention, realizing that Gandolfini is a complicated guy with a lot of anger...and pretty much born to play Tony Soprano. After I finished, I noticed Michael Imperioli, whom I recently spotted out in NYC and had to keep from screaming and running over to him, was the guest on Conan O'Brien. So I watched that. Followed by reading on EW.com a review of the 10 best Soprano episodes ever.
When my stomach was well enough to consider food again, it didn't strike me as much coincidence that the only thing I had to eat in my house was manicotti. So I cooked up some pasta, heated up those m'cots...and ate as I watched episode 1.
I was so happy today when the review on EW.com echoed my feelings. I watched the whole episode with my heart in my throat. The writing on The Sopranos is unbelievable. You never know what's foreshadowed, what double meanings lie beneath words and actions. And the sadistic yet sweet nature of Tony makes him one of the all time great characters ever to appear on television. His gentleness with his niece juxtaposed with his fight with Bobby, his order for Bobby to kill for the first time, his taunting of Janice...is amazing.
Even last year's episodes where Tony hovered between life and death and nothing "happened" and everyone complained, I loved those episodes. It's so hard to inject symbolism and meaning into TV, yet David Chase and company do it every time and so seamlessly...mixed with humor and violence...it's freaking amazing.
So anyways, I can barely wait for the next 9 Sundays to come and go so that all of our questions can be answered. Will Tony ever go to jail to pay for his crimes? Will Carmela die? Will AJ go over the edge? Is Christopher out of Tony's good graces forever? Who's the next to get whacked? Where the hell is Pauly Walnuts, I want to see him! So many questions!!!!!!!! I love it!
Hungover from a very quick, very awful Saturday night, mostly spent over the toilet in my bathroom with only a vague recollection of how I got there...I dedicated my entire Easter Sunday, not to Jesus, as I probably should have, but to Tony, Christopher, Carmela and company.
It began when I noticed that James Gandolfini was the guest on Inside the Actor's Studio. I gave it my full attention, realizing that Gandolfini is a complicated guy with a lot of anger...and pretty much born to play Tony Soprano. After I finished, I noticed Michael Imperioli, whom I recently spotted out in NYC and had to keep from screaming and running over to him, was the guest on Conan O'Brien. So I watched that. Followed by reading on EW.com a review of the 10 best Soprano episodes ever.
When my stomach was well enough to consider food again, it didn't strike me as much coincidence that the only thing I had to eat in my house was manicotti. So I cooked up some pasta, heated up those m'cots...and ate as I watched episode 1.
I was so happy today when the review on EW.com echoed my feelings. I watched the whole episode with my heart in my throat. The writing on The Sopranos is unbelievable. You never know what's foreshadowed, what double meanings lie beneath words and actions. And the sadistic yet sweet nature of Tony makes him one of the all time great characters ever to appear on television. His gentleness with his niece juxtaposed with his fight with Bobby, his order for Bobby to kill for the first time, his taunting of Janice...is amazing.
Even last year's episodes where Tony hovered between life and death and nothing "happened" and everyone complained, I loved those episodes. It's so hard to inject symbolism and meaning into TV, yet David Chase and company do it every time and so seamlessly...mixed with humor and violence...it's freaking amazing.
So anyways, I can barely wait for the next 9 Sundays to come and go so that all of our questions can be answered. Will Tony ever go to jail to pay for his crimes? Will Carmela die? Will AJ go over the edge? Is Christopher out of Tony's good graces forever? Who's the next to get whacked? Where the hell is Pauly Walnuts, I want to see him! So many questions!!!!!!!! I love it!
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Best Night Ever....EVER!
So for the third straight time ... the Florida Gators are the number one team in the country! Back-to-back basketball titles...first time since 1991-92....one national football championship...and the first time one school has held both titles simultaneously. It feels good friends. In the words of BMarten, "damn it feels good to be a gator" a la Office Space.
Props to my girls who arrived at the Gin Mill at 6 on the dot to stake the claim to our viewing area. Props to GC who came out and celebrated even though its not his team, and even though I told him, that "you will never experience this." haha. oops. And big props to one BMoney, who found the game FROM ITALY and then called his friends in America to join in the celebration. That's a true fan right thurr.
Holla!
Props to my girls who arrived at the Gin Mill at 6 on the dot to stake the claim to our viewing area. Props to GC who came out and celebrated even though its not his team, and even though I told him, that "you will never experience this." haha. oops. And big props to one BMoney, who found the game FROM ITALY and then called his friends in America to join in the celebration. That's a true fan right thurr.
Holla!
Monday, April 02, 2007
Back to Back to Back
If tonight goes as planned, the Florida Gators will win their third national championship since 2006...two back to back national championship basketball titles, with a nice football championship title in the middle. You know what I ate for lunch today? A delicious national championship sandwich.
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