It started in the morning, as days usually do. I've been battling a cold for the past few days (quick aside: something like that happens every time when I hang out with the Minneapolis crew; regardless of where we meet up [Ames, Iowa City, Minneapolis, Cedar Rapids], someone gets sick. Last time Jimbo ended up with mono. H has had her fair share of sickness, alcohol related or no, Bill's felt under the weather once or twice, and last St. Patty's day I was a party pooper because I was coming down with a cold), but I woke up feeling better. Seeing the snow falling made me feel very relaxed, enough to fall asleep again. That was nice. I've never really been one to sleep in, I usually am up and ready to go around 9 every day. Yesterday, I slept all the way until 10:30! Very nice.
After a lunch at McDonald's (I can't resist those Shamrock Shakes. They're too good.), I had decided to read for the rest of the afternoon. But I hadn't even turned a page when my phone rang, a call from Kansas City. With a job offer. Awesome. I start the 17th, so I'll be heading west soon. I had been told that I was going to get the job offer, but didn't want to mention anything here until things had been more cemented. Now I feel like I can talk about it and not jinx it or whatever. So yeah, I'm basically rockin' out.
Later that night, my bro and I went to a friend's place and played Guitar Hero. Any time I can showoff my excellence at video games, I just at the occasion. It makes me feel like the last 20-odd years of my life weren't a total wash. It was a good time, with some good home-brewed beer. Something I need to get into, once I have the money to do so.
When I returned home and checked my email, I had a message from Lee Klein, author of the Flenky-winning "All Aboard the Bloated Boat." I was excited. He pointed out that his piece was more of an essay than a short story, which I had meant to mention, but just plain forgot. So thanks again, Lee, your prize will be on its way shortly! And, as I mentioned here before, I'll do a bigger write-up of the essay. I'll just say it was incredible. And getting that email was a good way to end my day.
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Now it's time to play a little catch-up with a few things. First off, Bill's Countdown to Opening day!
From two days ago, here's a special salute to those going after foul balls.
Real Men of Genius
In a slightly related story, one time, years ago, Bill and I were at an Iowa Cubs game with some friends. They have this "hot dog cannon" that comes out once or twice a game, shooting hot dogs into the stands. Well, Bill must have really wanted a hot dog, he sprinted after one that was probably 3 sections away, I swear he pushed a few kids out of the way, and grabbed it. He may have been jealous of me- I was thrown a ball by right fielder Angel Echevarria. To this very day, I think he throws his hot dogs in the air, just to get that "airborne" taste.
Here's yesterday's update, ten reasons why baseball is better than sex:
- It is legal to play professionally.
- You can count on it at least four times a week.
- You have a coach to tell you when to advance.
- When you are tired, you always get relieved.
- When you strike out once, you always have two more chances for a hit.
- Up to four people can score at once.
- Pop-ups are frequent.
- 30,000 people cheer when you score.
- After seven innings, you get to stretch.
- You can get a home run without any foreplay.
Thanks Bill!
Now for a quick music recommendation, I'll present to you Bishop Allen (site | myspace), with the song "Click, Click, Click, Click."
I really liked the song "Rain" when I first heard it, and was pleased to hear that the other songs are just as good. A fun band, they released a 4-song EP at the end of each month of 2006, each put out by themselves. That's productive, and a great idea.
8 comments:
A job!! Hooray! (But moving again - blech)But regular income! And benefits for you I'm hoping!
Also, I went with Sunset Tree.
The look on Bill's face after beating up those kids for that hot dog was priceless. He looked so proud of himself.
I still liked you yelling "HEY!" to the t-shirt cannon on the back of the golf cart as it came out of the right field wall and them immediately turning and firing one into your gut from like 15 feet away.
whoah! simultaneous commenting!
Flenker--I hate to almost tell you this. . . I got to shoot the hotdog cannon two years ago at an ICubs game. . .
Well actually I should rub it into Bill. . . Remind me of that later. . . :)
And is Kansas City really West?? I would say more South. . .
--A
congrats bud
Congratulations on the job!
Congratulations. However, don't turn into a corporate ball of crap, calmly adapting. Maintain your "Flenckerness".
Advise from an old guy.
congrats on the job!! My brother lives in Overland park..I can give you his number if you want!
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