Oversized clothes and chains we off that

Played baseball today. I found out that I am really bad at baseball.

Almost got sushi but then my sushi buddy disappeared so I had some leftover chicken parm. Worse things have happened.

Boris walked the big loop today but he was really tired. Hopefully tomorrow is better.

I really didn't want to do pushups or excruciator tonight but if I didn't do them I'd have to blag about how I didn't do them and I'm off that.

My netbook now has linux but I can't get my wireless card to work.

There is almost no ultimate talk in this post. Bet you can't wait for summer league to start.

Everytime I walk down the hallway I jump 3 times on the way and 3 times on the way back. Every little bit counts.

Waking up at the crack of 1pm tomorrow to actually get some work done. /frown

I'm a couple bands down, and I'm tryin' to get back.

Went to the high school game today. I played 4ish points, didn't do much. Guilderland ended up losing by like 4 but it was 11-10 at one point.

Hung around with some biddies after. Drove some biddies home.

Up to fifty pushups and excruciator in one set. Baby steps.

Walking a lot is pretty sweet. It is like free exercise.

I need to get back to drinking water.

Like I never rode in a limo, like I just dropped flows to a demo

26. If I get beat on a cut I often give up instead of working to get back in position.

27. I have poor field sense and have a tough time knowing where the sideline or endzone is.

I didn't do an excruciator the past three nights but I did one tonight in one set so it can't be that bad.

My highschool is playing in a round robin tomorrow and I'm going. I suspect a bunch of annoying flunkies are going to show up and try to coach, but if they don't I'm going to.

I've been throwing a lot of backhands and scoobers because carrying around my elbow brace is annoying. They are a lot of fun. My scoober is getting deadly.

Boris is walking better everyday.

I have homework for my summer class due tomorrow.

I have been driving my mom's car instead of mine and boy is it nice.

How has your summer been going?

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Summer is nice.

Played pickup on Tuesday. I would like to use being sick as an excuse for me moving slower than me circa 2008, but that definitely doesn't cover the drop or three misreads I had so what's the point.

It is a lot harder to play defense against people who can throw, since my normal strategy of fronting (get it?) doesn't work when anyone with the disc has no reservations about putting up a 50-yarder. Such is life.

Not sure what I am doing for my birthday yet. Sonny seemed like he wanted to have me throwing up on something or someone, so that is always an option. Then again, there's no place to puke like your own toilet.

I woke up at 4:20 on the dot today. I am clearly a master.

I tried to drink beer the other night but boy it was gross. Coastal Wheat BLOWS.

" I remember my first few weeks playing Ultimate in college when, because of my soccer background, standing in a tight stack in the middle of the field felt so unnatural. I wanted to spread out like in soccer. As a rookie who couldn't throw further than 15 feet, I was pegged as a cutter and continued to struggle with the stack concept until one practice where we were randomly assigned different roles. I got to be a handler, and though I still couldn't throw, I could see where I wanted to throw. That's when the stack concept started to make more sense to me. All it took was seeing the field from a different perspective."

- Ryan Morgan, The Huddle

I have always felt this way; I have no idea why I never voiced it.

That's all.

P.S. 204

Get your swag back daddy where your focus at?

Summer league draft is over and Ecto Cool Whip is poised for the repeat.

Eating habits are back to restricted after that nice two-week vacation. Walking the dogs twice a day and running on non-league days. Pushups/excruiciator before bed.

You know the drill.

But the second mother was with the seventh son, And they were both out on Highway 61

25. I am mentally weak. I feign strength to cover up my weakness.

I am done being 2nd best; I do not want to play second fiddle.

Always be content. Never be satisfied.

See you next year.

Free

T-Shirts.

I played lefty at Elders today

I cut.

An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate

"'I made that mistake, so I lost...'

Refraining from thoughts like this is overwhelmingly beneficial: each time you stop this train of thought you get closer to victory. Anyone can make play mistakes, and instead of becoming upset when the occur, how about using a method of recovering your concentration and trying to get back on track"

-Tomoharu Saito

Dave Williams, former (kinda current) Magic player, is a professional Poker player (He got 2nd in 2004 to Greg Raymer of weird-glasses fame) and just won a large tournament in Vegas in which he got $1.5 million. The following quote is from a Magic player who was writing about the will to win.

"At his victory party at XS nightclub (which involved the most awesome entrance I have ever been a part of, by the way, including Dave flanked by girls with sparklers and the DJ playing 'The Champ is here!' as he walked in) ...... His response was 'After all these years, I don't think how awesome it is that I got second and won 3.5 million dollars. All I can think about is that I didn't win'"

-Brian Kibler