Selling Ice To Eskimos

Because we may never see the actual sun in Florida this June.
Today I noticed a woman walking out of this fine establishment.
I’m not sure what they do there to make people decide to pay them money for something they can get for free in the parking lot, but I aim to find out.
Categorized as Laughing

Vitamin A Challenges Big Ben Yet Again

Almost everyone who reads this blog loves a good rasslin’ promo.

Since I’m pretty much the only one who reads it, it’s easy to get a majority.

I’m probably stirring up a hornets’ nest here, because the last promo I cut motivated Big Ben to perform at levels no one ever thought was possible.

But Vitamin A must have his revenge. And the Vols will destroy the Wolverines in the Sweet 16.

Welcome To The Cuonzone!

I’m not much of a sports fan anymore. I like to play sports, but I’m not that big on watching. I had an epiphany about sports as I celebrated Tennessee’s 1998 National Championship win and realized that I still had to go to work the next day.

I decided then and there that I would not get emotionally invested in something I have no control over.

But…I LOVE sports radio. Especially when Tennessee is getting ready to axe one of their coaches a question. There’s nothing like a coaching change to rile up the fan base and drive some high quality entertainment on the Knoxville ariwaves. Thankfully, I can still hear Tony Basilio over the internet.

With that, I give you the latest creation  inspired by the trials and tribulations of the 2013-2014 basketball team.

It’s Nice To Be Understood

Her: I bet all those girls had crushes on you.

Me: Are you serious? Every one of those girls haaaated me.

Her: Well, yeah…after they got to know you. But I bet they had crushes on you before that.

Transcribed By Google Voice

Not sure what horrible calamities may have fallen upon me had I not received this important message:

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In fairness, I listened to this message, and the transcription is actually pretty accurate.

Categorized as Laughing

Let’s Get Run Drunk!

I love getting run-drunk. Also known as run-dumb.

Run-drunk is what happens when you’ve been running for so long and/or are so tired that you can’t do simple math. It’s that point where you run 3 or 4 miles without realizing it because you are trying to figure out simple pace calculations in your head.

Good times.

Here’s an example from just the other night. I left the house carrying a bicycle bottle full of water and dropped it off about a half mile from the house at a spot I’d planned to loop through a couple of times. When I threw it over into the grass I actually took note of how heavy it had been to carry and felt instant relief letting it go.

During the course of my run I decided to go a different route with a bigger loop that has water spots built in. No problem–I’d just pick up the bottle on the way back to the house. I was already pretty tired from my bike ride the night before; so tired that I got a little run-buzzed and missed a couple of turns in my newly planned route. Basically I was wandering around the neighborhood like an idiot. People probably would have been alarmed if it weren’t for the fact that I’m so slow. If I was up to no good, they’d have no trouble running me down.

Nine miles later,  I found my bearings and headed back home. I stopped to pick up my water bottle and thought I’d have one last little pit stop before the final .5 home. I probably drank 1/3 of the water from the bottle and was on my way.

Now, how far do you think I went before I realized I was carrying around a bottle full of water (weight) that I was going to take into the house and empty into the sink? I’m actually proud of myself for figuring it out before I got home, but embarrassed that I didn’t think of pouring it all out immediately.

I recommend getting run-drunk to everyone. Also, know that unlike drunk-drunk, it’s ok to get run-drunk alone.

But know going into it that run-drunk isn’t as fun as drunk-drunk. It just doesn’t hurt as badly the next day.

Full Taper Mode

Received this email from a friend who’s coming to do Rocketman 70.3.

He isn’t training…he’s just going to show up and do the race.

I am in full taper and playing with a very cutting edge technique….I imagine my full workouts and “trick” my body into feeling as though it has properly trained. This takes a very strong mind to be effective and an even stronger imagination.  Real JEDI shit, not for beginners!  I fully expect to be in top form come race day….my results will talk for me.
Good luck, Suckuz!

As I explained to him, when he can only beat me by 30-45 minutes, he’s going to wish he’d taken this more seriously.