Reality Check

Hello old friends, all 4 of you loyal followers may have noticed my absence from the blogosphere for the last week or so but alas, I am back. I wish I had some great excuse as to why I haven’t titillated your minds for sometime, but I don’t. I recently started my summer job working for the Town of Whitby, as far as summer jobs go it’s pretty ideal, the yard where we meet in the morning is 5 minutes from my house and I work 7:30-4:00 Mon-Fri, so there is no travel and the days aren’t particularly long (although my Grandpa seems to insist on telling me an 8 hour day is only a “half day”, Maybe days were longer in the 50’s and 60’s?) .


The job is great, it requires minimal physical labour and a Tim Horton’s is rarely void of TOW trucks at any point of the day. So let’s look at this again; minimal physical activity, home by 4:05, long breaks, and the fact that there are about 25 summer students in the parks department that one can socialize with throughout the summer...you would think I would be very happy and have nothing to complain about? Well it is half true, the job is amazing, however, I have realized how little I am ready to join the real world.


I recently finished my 4th year of University and was looking forward to working all summer and making some good coin (did I mention the pay is great too?). I had myself convinced working would be great and much better than being in school...I was wrong. You know what’s better than long breaks and good pay? Sleeping in to 1:30 and going to get Johnny Burger with a poutine for lunch, followed by skipping class and a night of beer and double rum n cokes at the bar...then of course sleeping in to 1:30 yet again.



I don’t know how people do this every day for the rest of their lives, many working longer hours with further commutes than me, it seems almost unfeasible. I curse the sound of my alarm at 7:00am every morning, and do everything short of a rain dance in hopes of a downpour that will end my day early, I try and make it to the gym after work but some days I can’t help but sit my ass on the couch, and my bedtime has gone from somewhere around 3 or 4 in the morning to 10:30pm. I know that like it or not my time will come to join the monotonous world of commutes, shirts and ties, laptops, and a nasty case of carpal tunnel syndrome, but until that day I will continue to despise working and complain to anyone who is willing to listen.

(Near) Perfection

Recently, one of our few loyal followers suggested that we all tell everyone about our greatest sports moment. Teebs touched on his a little while ago. As DC Lords, Jon and I used to laugh about never knowing or hearing what my at-bat music was. 

He said that because I hit after him, he never noticed it because either he was too pumped because he got a hit, or too pissed off because he made an out. 

But enough nostalgia...Oh. Wait, I'm about to tell you about my greatest sports moment. 

(never mind)

The date was July 13, 2000. I know that because I'm looking at the baseball.

I was 17 years old, and still mainly a starting pitcher. When I look back on it, 17 should have been just the beginning. I had been pitching for about seven or eight years, but I still had a lot of years left, right?

Wrong.

Just two years later, I felt something in my shoulder, and I was basically done. Now, I wasn't going anywhere special. Let's make that clear right now, but I thought I would pitch in senior baseball somewhere down the line.

Anyway, on that July afternoon in the year 2000 (before the humans are dead) I was pitching for the Port Hope Ontarios. I believe that was midget age. Port Hope also had a minor midget team, which was rare. And today we were playing those guys. 

They were guys we all knew, and basically were just a year younger than I was.

The game wasn't close. I don't remember how we scored the runs, but we got 14 of them.

Around the third or fourth inning I suddenly realized I had a no-hitter going.

As a pitcher, you always know you have one going , but it might take you until you get around to the top of the order to really realize it. 

"Hey! hmm, I've got a no-no going here."

To be honest, I don't remember the last out, but I remember that I walked only one guy. 

Shouldn't have walked him, either. Damn.

If you're still wondering, yes, I did in fact throw a no-hitter. 

And it was a fantastic feeling. 

One walk and six strikeouts in total. And a 14-0 win.

Thanks for comin' out minor midgets.

Weekly Poll Results

This blog is fuckin hurrrrrrrrrtinggg. Figured I'd come on and drop the results of our weekly worthless poll. Beer won by about as much as the Blue Jays won over the Halos last night. Therefore, everyone should drink beer and watch the Jays as much as possible from now on.

Playoff Predictions - Round 2

I know everyone can't wait to see what my most memorable sports moment is, but first thing's first. Round 2 playoff predictions...

Goody, Teebs and I put our heads together and came up with an incredible point system to determine the ultimate playoff prediction champion.

Here's how it works: 2 points for getting the correct team winning the series, and 1 point for getting the amount of games right.

So, when we tally the scores after the first round, here's how it shapes out. (Congrats to Goody for picking the correct winner in every series.)

Goody: 18 pts

Teebs: 14 pts

Nabber: 9 pts

And now, here are my 2nd Round Predictions:

Hurricanes over Bruins in 6

Capitals over Penguins in 7

Ducks over Red Wings in 7

Canucks over Blackhawks in 6

Teebs Picks

Bruins over Canes in 6

Pens over Caps in 7

Wings over Ducks in 6

Canucks over Blackhawks in 6

Goody's Picks

Bruins over Canes in 6

Pens over Caps in 7

Ducks over Wings in 7

Blackhawks over Canucks in 6

We Like Sportz and We Don't Care Who Knows!

So, Nabber decides to reprimand his colleagues for making useless posts by dropping an equally useless post. Thanks. Oh, and the inclusion of a picture of a businessman who is passed out on a toilet? Great…

The only positive that came out of this was the suggestion that Mr. or Ms. Anonymous has made, requesting that we discuss our own greatest sports related achievements. Greatest sports achievement, eh? Thinking about that just reminds me how little I'm into sports these days other than hacking around on the golf course with the

 boys and lobbing ping pong balls into plastic cups filled with beer (that's right, I'm calling beer pong a sport). 

Since my athletic career is safely on the decline, and my training for baseball has gone from a top priority in life to somewhere between playing Call of Duty 4 and eating a couple pounds of chicken wings, I guess it’s appropriate to look back and pick my favourite moment.

Being named Athlete of the Year and MVP of the baseball team at Durham College is probably my most memorable individual achievement in sports. We were named Team of the Year as well which was also very sweet. The quality of ball or competition that I’ve seen at DC isn’t the best I’ve experienced in my career by any means, but it’s definitely been fun and I’ve won more there in 4 years than I have anywhere else for sure.

So, my biggest achievement came about a month ago, after almost 20 years of playing the game and putting less work into it than I ever have. That’s kind of ironic isn’t it? Maybe I should’ve been pwning noobs on the ol’ 360 and eating at Hooters all along. 

I thought this was America!!??

Sorry about this filler Nabber.

A New Low

As stated above, I believe this blog has reached a new low. Come on guys, polls about which is the best pizza? We've got to get to work on some new material here and stop slacking off.

I know it's fun to do nothing and eat and drink and get fat, but we've got something like 13 people who really look forward to reading this thing.

If any one of said readers has an idea (not that we don't) or thought they'd like us to touch on, we'd be more than happy to oblige.

That is all.