Tonight I will be returning with drinking intentions to Ursinus for the first time since my graduation. I’m also visiting this weekend for my first weekend back. I’ve been to a couple of their XC meets and checked out the suite on Saturday but tonight/this weekend I am returning for what I hope will be a warm welcome. Don’t be fooled though, I’m not just driving up on a Monday to get drunk because I’m bored. I’m attending a conference for work that will be in KOP and since I’ll be in the area, I figured I would swing by and hangout for a bit. I don’t actually know if I’ll drink a lot tonight because it is Monday and I doubt there will be a lot of people doing anything but I’m not opposed to the idea.
Believe it or not I’m not as thrilled with the idea of going back as I thought I would be but it’s for different reasons than you might imagine. Don’t get me wrong, I would love nothing more than visiting every weekend, racing on Saturdays, having a ball in Reimert, and seeing all of my friends, but it’s different. To be honest I don’t like the idea of impeding on what isn’t mine. I had my time at Ursinus and now it’s time for me to move on and let others have their own college experience.
The best example I can think of are the two XC meets I’ve been to. Both times I joined the circle before the races to hear Bayless talk and do the traditional chant. Both times however, I was questioning whether I should be there. It’s not that I think people don’t want me there, I just think I don’t necessarily belong there. I don’t go on runs with the team anymore, I’m not totally up to date on the inside jokes or team gossip, and I don’t even really know the freshman. Sure I can make friends and all that but there are some things that should be left to just the team or just the current batch of students (and I kind of think the circle is one of those).
Guest appearances are great. I used to love when Dave, Seth, and Kevin visited when I was a freshman or Imbemba and Yoko when I was a junior or John, Ben, Pane, and Drowzy last year. I’m not doubting that people wouldn’t enjoy my company. But I just get an uneasy feeling that people will think I’m trying to leave a mark on something that I shouldn’t be. I did my best to leave my mark last year and that is what it is. I’ll come back for birthdays, big races, homecoming, holidays, etc. but I don’t want to get into the habit of thinking I’m welcome whenever I please.
With all of that said, I’m very excited to go back and have a good time. It will be nice to have fun with those people in that atmosphere again. And tonight Slade, Drew, and I will be doing a live radio show from 8-10 so tune in to that. I’ll post a link to it when I can.
Click here for the link to the show.
It’s Friday afternoon and I know that if I don’t post now, I’ll likely go until Sunday night without posting.
If you have 5-10 minutes and were born between late 70s-mid 90s (probably 90% of my readers), read this article. I think this sums things up very very well for the general population born between those years.
The fact is, I do think I’m superior to the majority of people. I do have high expectations of what life will be that do fall short. I know I don’t have a reason to complain or be bored but sometimes I can’t help it. If this many people feel the way the article describes then it’s obviously a problem with the system, not the people.
Here is a music video/song of a very famous speech written by Mary Schmich that you have all probably heard/read before. I heard it on the radio today and thought it was worth sharing. I don’t remember when I first heard it but I had to check way back in the Bansheemann7 archives to make sure I haven’t already posted it. For the record, I never wear sunscreen.
I’ve posted the text below in case you can’t watch the video for some reason. I bolded parts I specifically thought were notable.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ’98: Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blind side you at 4 PM on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.”
It’s been a week since I saw Muse in concert but I’m going to touch on something I thought was post-worthy.
I won’t bore you with the details but with the way things worked out I was able to view the concert from the floor with the giant standing crowd and Jeff had to watch it from the stands. I would say before the concert (and not being a huge Muse listener) my two favorite Muse songs were Starlight and Madness, not necessarily in that order. Although both of those songs were played at the concert, neither were in my top two. Jeff and I spoke after the concert about our favorite songs and things didn’t line up. He said his top two were in fact Madness and Starlight. I would have put Starlight at #3 and Madness maybe #5.
My #2 song of the concert was Knights of Cydonia. I can’t believe I’m even saying that because Guitar Hero made me sick of it. However, when this part of the song hit , the whole crowd was going nuts. It was just a great concert song and they played the shorter version so you didn’t get bored. The in-crowd experience made that song so good.
My #1 song of the concert was, shockingly, Hysteria. I’ve heard Hysteria MAYBE 10 times and couldn’t even identify it by name as it was going on, but once we heard that opening bass line, we all started going bonkers and didn’t stop until the song was over. The in-crowd experience made that song the best.
Starlight and Madness are really good songs, better than Knights and Hysteria in my opinion, but they weren’t spectacular concert songs (although Starlight was very good). That’s where the disconnect was and that’s why Jeff and I had differing opinions.
I have zero doubt that if Jeff were down in the crowd with me, not only would I have had more fun, but he would have felt the same way about the concert. Because he was in the stands, it changed his entire concert experience.
Now, I’m well aware this isn’t a groundbreaking discovery. Most people probably already know this. But the reason I’m posting this is because if anyone was at the concert in my position, I know they would not have said Madness was the best. That particular claim seemed very off. I’m not saying Jeff is ‘wrong’, just that his opinion would be different had he been where I was.
The overall claim I’m trying to make is that where you are in the concert does not effect all songs equally. Being in the crowd probably only made Madness a tiny bit better for me whereas it made Hysteria and Knights significantly better.
Last night a large group of us watched the Mayweather Alvarez fight. Mayweather won in a relatively convincing and boring way to improve his overall record to 45-0. He is currently 36 years old and has shown no signs of slowing down. His hands/reaction speed are lightning fast which just ensures no body can really hurt him.
I’d like to look at some other sports now. In football, 30 years old is considered ‘old’ for a running back. I can understand that because they play 16 games a year and take a pounding compared to boxers who may box only a few times a year (if that). For distance runners, ~32 is about as old as you can be before you’re likely past your prime. For sprinting it’s even earlier. But for boxing, Floyd is still as unbeatable as ever.
On the other end of the spectrum, I was watching PTI and they were talking about Rafael Nadal’s recent US Open victory over Novak which gives Nadal 13 total singles Grand Slam wins for 3rd all-time. At the ripe age of 27 they were debating whether or not he will catch Federer’s 17 total wins for 1st all-time. They were saying it was very possible but that “In tennis years, 27 is old.”
Someone please explain this to me. I do not understand how tennis players have 10 years less time at their prime than boxers. Doesn’t that seem ridiculous? While power in tennis is important, the decision making and ability to place the ball seem more important. Federer wasn’t the best because of his power. Now he’s 32 and viewed as a non-threat. Why would that degrade so quickly over time? Power in boxing is also important. Decision making and ‘boxing IQ’ are probably more important compared to power. While your IQ would increase over time, your ability to execute your decisions would become tougher. In my mind your body wouldn’t be able to move as fast or take as much of a beating when you’re 36 compared to 26.
If you asked me before I knew these things, I would say that Nadal, at 27, will easily catch Federer and has many more years of being at the top because he’s so young. Conversely, I would say that at 36, Mayweather is at danger of losing his first fight any day now because he’s too old. Someone explain this to me.
As I was going in for my hand surgery yesterday the anesthesiologist came in to talk to me. He explained the process and yadda yadda and then I asked him a question. I said, “So no matter what, I’m not going to be able to stay awake?” to which he replied “Some people try really hard and last longer than others but eventually everyone goes to sleep.” Now, I’ve had the gas before and the same thing happens every time, I try hard to stay awake then I wake up an hour later and just think “Damnit, what happened?!” The same thing happened yesterday.
But this thought process got me thinking. I know I’m not the only one who’s done this. A lot of people go into the gas thinking they’re going to try and stay awake as long as possible. No one goes in and says “I’m going to see how fast I can fall asleep!”. It’s not cool to see how fast you can fall asleep when someone is trying to put you to sleep. It’s cool (debatable) to try and stay awake!
So what? Well people always ask me why I do the stupid challenges I do and it’s the same reason people try to stay awake when they’re getting the gas; It’s seeing how much control you have over what your body can do. It’s fun to try things like that. The gas isn’t a super great example because everyone fails as far as I know but when it’s something achievable and some people can do it and some people can’t, well that’s when it’s most fun.
I know the physical act of drinking 15 Capri Suns isn’t cool or enjoyable or going to be good for you but you do it because people say it’s too hard or that it’s impossible. It’s the same thing with running, people don’t think they can do something until the kid they’ve been next to in workouts pops off a huge race and then they go “Hey, if he can do it, I can too.” I assure you I’m not that gifted in terms of the things I can do (besides Guitar Hero). People should pretty much look at the stupid challenges I do and realize “Well if he can do it, I probably can too.” Hell, Slade has a faster PR in the orange eating contest than me. Granted it’s only by 1 second, and that I beat him in our only head to head match-up, and that the banana contest isn’t even close, but hey. And The Shee has a better overall record against me in ping-pong. It doesn’t matter that I’m 5-0 in our last 5 games (or does it?).
That’s another thing, shit-talk is without a doubt the best/my favorite motivator. When someone is telling you you suck, all you want to do is beat them. They may think you’re being mean but in reality it’s for their benefit. So Slade and Shee, I know you won’t be offended by the last bit in the above paragraph.
I just realized the line “This finger’s a pain in the ass” was a bad way to phrase it.
I actually had a great weekend. However my motivation to post is minimal because typing a lot is annoying but I’ll throw something up. I went out Friday and Saturday to Jared’s house to hang out, cook, and drink. It was a very enjoyable atmosphere the whole time. I don’t think I hang out with that group enough because every time I do I have a good time. We were all into playing drinking games which I’m always a fan of and everyone was into getting drunk. Kurt also brought Kan-Jam over which is awesome. That and/or cornhole should be mandatory at all outdoor events by the way. My blog also received some exposure which is always a plus.
I also attended the UCXC meet Saturday morning. It was nice seeing everyone again and I plan on going to more. It definitely made me miss running like that and the team aspect of things but I had my time. They also turned in some solid performances so that was good. Sunday was a recovery day. I followed the football games pretty closely as well as my two fantasy teams. I could go to 2-0 or 0-2 depending on tonight’s games.
Tonight was going to be an Eagles night but I’ve instead decided to attend the Muse and Cage the Elephant concert with Jeff. I figure the Eagles have plenty of games and I’ll probably never see either of these bands in concert again, so I chose the concert. Initially I thought I was going to be limited because of my finger but I’ve actually done/planned to do more than normal since it happened. Hopefully nothing backfires. I made it through two nights of hard drinking without any problems so I think I’ll be okay.
That’s about all I can muster for this post. I can’t think of a picture to add so I’ll post two funny dog gifs I saw on 4chan.
So I broke my finger pretty badly yesterday playing basketball which sucks because it takes forever to type so I’m going to keep this short. Right when I broke it I even said “That’s a broken finger” which I thought was funny. Here are a two pictures that I took which show it pretty well. As long as the guy heals the right way I won’t be too upset but the next few weeks will suck. Enjoy.
I drive home for my lunch break around 12:15 and head back to work around 1:00. On Friday’s I always stay home to watch the SportsCenter top 10 worst of the worst. These are more entertaining than the real top plays in my opinion and I almost always lol at at least one of them.
For 40 straight weeks, the infamous Butt Fumble has been an unstoppable force among SportsCenter’s worst of the worst and rightfully so. Every Friday I watched as other #1 worst plays tried to dethrone the Butt Fumble but every single one failed. It didn’t matter what kind of play it was, what sport it was, the Butt Fumble was always the winner.
Today SportsCenter retired the Butt Fumble from their worst of the worst. While it was so obviously going to win every week, it was time to move on and allow others a chance. A 40 weeks straight winner is a record that probably won’t be broken any time soon. This play had to be retired because no other play would ever be able to dethrone it, it had already rolled through 400+.
I absolutely love this play and lol every single time I watch it. Mark Sanchez had a chip on his shoulder after making the AFC Championship game twice and being unable to reach the Superbowl. People said he was just a guy who couldn’t get the job done. Things have spiraled downhill for him since those two games. He’s come up short in pretty much every important game and proved that he is almost certainly never going to be a big time quarterback.
The Jets were struggling and this play is the epitome of a failing team. It’s embarrassment, disgrace, shame, and failure all wrapped up into one terrible football play. You could tell from the get-go that Sanchez looked like a chicken with it’s head cut off. The way he falls down is spectacular and perfectly symbolizes the Jets as a franchise over recent years. Unfortunately for Sanchez, this is what he will be most known for.
I want to dedicate this post to the Butt Fumble because I love it so much. I’m sad that I won’t be able to watch it every Friday to lighten things up. Inject some humor into your Friday afternoon and watch the play a few times.