Thursday, January 20, 2005
My Friend Audrey
The Paint Crew made a friend with a local celebrity, DJ Audrey In The Morning on Z100; we call in about three times a week or so during the way-back-play-back to request a song. Today I requested that the Paint Crew get an entire way-back-play-back to ourselves. Didn't fly, but she's going to be out at The Happy Hollow tonight for a Kareoke contest in which one crew member will be singing his heart out to "Your Love" by The Outfield. Audrey said she'd have a few beers with us and she's also going to make sure that they have the song. Calling Audrey just makes the morning go a little bit quicker while we watch paint dry.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
8 hour work day, wow.
I would like to ammend my thoughts about last night's game. I thought a lot today at work as I intentionally kept myself semi-distanced from the rest of the group in order to keep homicidal acts to a minimum. I was wrong in some respects, you can't really blame the system for that game, but that does not mean that it doesn't need to be changed; it does, and soon, before other teams see last game's tape and just run a 2-3 zone all game.
We had our first full day of work today. Wow, taxing... not really. I brought donuts and juice in because I like to do unto others blah blah blah... We had a pizza eating contest at lunch today. I finished in a three way tie for second with 8 slices. One dude had 8 and a half and a huge salad and three pieces of bread, swallowing the competition - pun intended.
More thoughts later probably.
Until Then.
We had our first full day of work today. Wow, taxing... not really. I brought donuts and juice in because I like to do unto others blah blah blah... We had a pizza eating contest at lunch today. I finished in a three way tie for second with 8 slices. One dude had 8 and a half and a huge salad and three pieces of bread, swallowing the competition - pun intended.
More thoughts later probably.
Until Then.
Brick
Happy Humpday, Kids.
Last night I witnessed one of the more miserable shooting efforts of I've ever seen in basketball. The team put up a nice 22% FG percentage for the game. But I don't blame the players for poor shooting; you're not going to have your three top scorers all have that bad of nights in the same night. I blame the system. The shots these guys were forced to settle for were quite difficult. A team made an 11 point comeback while playing a zone against them. Again, they staged a come back while playing a zone defense. You just don't see that. That's the system. Granted, the shots weren't droppin at all, lid was on tight, but that's going to happen when a third of the team's second half shot are three-pointers, and most of the them a few feet beyond the arc. Anyway, it blew ass.
This is the last week of Winterim Paint Crew. I'm happy about that, even borderline ready to go back to school. Shit. It will be easier to sit down and write blog posts then when I'm not following work all day with a nice, long nap.
Tomorrow a bunch of us are heading to check out a Kareokee contest. One of our co-workers does a dead on version of "Your Love" by The Outfield. He throws a speech impediment or two into his impression which only makes it hysterical.
Clemens wants 22 million. I give it to him.
Until This Afternoon.
Last night I witnessed one of the more miserable shooting efforts of I've ever seen in basketball. The team put up a nice 22% FG percentage for the game. But I don't blame the players for poor shooting; you're not going to have your three top scorers all have that bad of nights in the same night. I blame the system. The shots these guys were forced to settle for were quite difficult. A team made an 11 point comeback while playing a zone against them. Again, they staged a come back while playing a zone defense. You just don't see that. That's the system. Granted, the shots weren't droppin at all, lid was on tight, but that's going to happen when a third of the team's second half shot are three-pointers, and most of the them a few feet beyond the arc. Anyway, it blew ass.
This is the last week of Winterim Paint Crew. I'm happy about that, even borderline ready to go back to school. Shit. It will be easier to sit down and write blog posts then when I'm not following work all day with a nice, long nap.
Tomorrow a bunch of us are heading to check out a Kareokee contest. One of our co-workers does a dead on version of "Your Love" by The Outfield. He throws a speech impediment or two into his impression which only makes it hysterical.
Clemens wants 22 million. I give it to him.
Until This Afternoon.
