Friday, April 27, 2007

Eskimo Rollin' along

thanks to my kayaking classes, the next time I am running down whitewater in the kayak that I do not own yet, and I get flipped over as I take a licking from 4 foot waves, I will be able to turn my kayak back over with a simple snap from the hips.

Monday, April 23, 2007


Are you for real? The NFL draft has NOT occurred yet? What? I feel like it should have happened 6 weeks ago the way they talk about it. geez.

Friday, April 20, 2007

I've Decided

So during Opening Day, I had the question posed to me, which MLB stadium was my favorite?

I honestly could not answer. None of them I liked THAT much more than others. I mean Fenway and Wrigley are nice, but not very fan friendly in the sense that its impossible to get tickets to, and they are 50 bucks each if you do find some available. Not to mention the fact that the Red Sox and Cubs play there. That should discount them automatically.

So yesterday, baking in the Colorado sun, I decided Coors Field is my favorite. For real. Just kind of happens that I live in the same town. Here are a few reasons why:

- They let you bring anything, except alcohol and glass bottles, in with you. (So bring your own sodas!)

-AFFORDABLE tickets (I've paid a combined $8 for two games)

-Beautiful Mountain Views from almost anywhere in the stadium

-Eco-Friendly Solar Panels in outfield

-Upon construction, dinosaur fossils were found beneath the stadium. (therefore the mascot is a triceratops)

-Downtown location, opposed to middle of nowhere locations of Kaufmann stadium, Shea...well, we'll stop there, there are too many.

-Doesn't the name "Coors Field" have a nice ring to it? I mean its no "Great American Ballpark" but its a whole lot better than most corporately sponsored stadiums.

-Relief pitchers warm up in the forest. (For real, I couldn't find a picture, but theres a lot of rock and trees out there, so many you can't see the catcher as they warm up.)

-Friendly ushers. Twice in a row I was allowed to sit in $30 seats with a $4 ticket.

-I've yet to see a beach ball at the stadium. Hate those things.

- One of the best scorecards in the business. Trust me.

-Even during the summer, be sure to bring a light jacket if you are attending a night game.

Ok thats it. I'm sure I could think of more, but I've got Mono. But I'm still going camping this weekend.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Sometimes things just tend to work out

Jackie Robinson Day, Dodger Stadium, April 15th 2007, 60 years to the day that Jackie Robinson stepped onto a Major League Baseball Field.

In Attendance: Hank Aaron, Dave Winfield, Frank Robinson, Jackie Robinson's Widow and Daughter, and Bud Selig.

You Can't really tell, but every Dodger player wore #42, making taking the box score slightly more difficult. (Who's on third??? #42....)

Grubbs playing with my Camera. He deserves to have this posted for all to see.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Spread Too Thin

I think I may be spreading myself too thin. We're beginning a change of recreation season, and I've got so many things that I want to do. I've met some new friends recently at church who are just as gung-ho for outdoor sports as I am. But maybe its not such a good thing. The first thing we've done together is take kayak lessons. Right off the bat they stuck us in the kayak and turned us upside down.

Anyways, so theres another sport that I'm interested in. The main problem with this is money. I got the idea for this blog because I was browsing online for kayaking equipment and was saddened to see 400 dollar dry tops, 100 dollar gloves, and on and on, and that didn't include the 700 dollar kayak. Not that I was surprised.

All these sports are expensive. Theres no way I can do it all. Should I focus on just one or two sports? Right now I'm excited to wander into the mountains by myself on a warm day, find a scenic overlook, pitch a tent and hang up a hammock.

So now that I think about it, the answer is easy. But living in such an outdoor community, its hard not to get sucked into every single sport out there.

On wednesday my new friends, Trey and Danna, called me and told me they were skipping out on work to get in a day of skiing.

Maybe they aren't such good friends to have after all.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Dawn of a New Season

April 1st, St Louis, MO. Chris Ewing and I had flown in, without tickets, to enjoy the festivities of opening day baseball and to see if..maybe, just maybe, we could attend.

We tried to get tickets the legit way and buy them online when they were released, but we never had a shot.

So here we were wandering around downtown on the 31st of March, touring the arch, and quietly (and sometimes not so quietly) inquiring about extra tickets.

Arch Gazing

3pm: We had wandered back to the stadium for one last shot at tickets before we found a small pub to watch the final four, When we noticed a line forming outside the stadium.

"What are you guys waiting for?"
"At 9am tomorrow, they are releasing 125 tickets for $11/pair. They could be standing room only, they could be behind home plate. Who knows."

We had our in. We knew it wouldn't be easy, so we went to the back of the line, and after 10 minutes of contemplation, decided if we were gonna go, this is how it was gonna be. Spending the night on the sidewalk. There were 11 people in line when we showed up.

"Chris..." I said. "Right now, God is telling us 'guys, how bad do you want this? because here it is.' "

The Line Begins to Form

3:30: I head back to the hotel for provisions: Gatorade, Ipods, and books. It's all we had.

5:00pm I finally arrive back at the stadium to find tents set up and about 10 more people in line behind us. Storms were moving in. They offered chris and I camping chairs, which we took, and a couple of oversized umbrellas.

5:05pm A squall moves in. 80 mph wind gusts (NOT kidding). Chris and I are hunkered down under our umbrellas, my backpack is now sitting in a lake beneath my feet. Soaked. It almost rips my umbrellas out of my hands. To my left, a tent us almost behind flipped over. It finally ends, and we survive, except for our wet feet.

6:30pm Our new friend, Chad, a 22 yr old Oklahoma baptist grad and Starbucks employee and FANATICAL cardinals fan, orders pizza to the corner of Broadway and Clark. "Don't worry, you can't miss us" he says. He was right.

7pm Pizza Arrives. We have dinner.

7:45 Another rain storm. The girls next to us invite us into the tent to wait it out.

Holding Down the Fort During Second Rain Storm

Sundown: Cooler weather moves in. Dips into the 50s. Not too bad, but when you are sitting...and starts to set in. Chris' feet are freezing. I'm not sure he'll make it through the night.

8pm Chads brother Daniel arrives and joins us in line. 17 year old high schooler. Him coupled with the sisters next to us (26 and 35) we've managed to become a little family. They share what they have with us. We feel very humbled.

9pm the line is up to about 60 or 70 colorful tents. Cars honk at us as they pass. This occurs all night. We sit some more.

11pm We really start to get tired. Feet, so cold.. Chris is fading fast. Berkely, Daniel's high school girlfriend, arrives with steaming hot coffee for all of us and Blankets for Chris and I. It's nothing short of a miracle. Seriously. We never would have made it without the blankets.

Just Killing Time

2am I wander over to the Westin hotel, where the concierge gives me some of her personal socks instead of my wet ones. that coupled with daniels extra pair of socks, I feel 100x better. chris has dry feetnow also, and huddled under his blanket, nods off. He doesn't sleep much, but he doesn't move from that chair for the rest of the evening.

At this point, we are sitting on chairs that are not ours, under blankets that are not ours, and wearing socks that are not ours.

How Chris Looked for the Majority Of the Evening

3:30am Daniel Chad and I get together a Whiffle ball game. Warms me up and passes the time. I hit 9 home runs.

Early Morning Whiffle Ball Game

4am - 6am the desperate wait for the coffee shop to open. I can't sleep. No place to put my head. We talk baseball, music, jobs, everything. Temps suddenly drop at least 10 degrees.

5:45am rush over to the coffee shop. Ahhhhhh sweet nectar of life.

7am people start trying to cut in line. no chance. Fans are rabid. riots almost ensue. Cutters run for their lives. up to 175 people now in line.

8am Receive ticket to stand in another line and move to other side of street.

9am finally receive VOUCHERS to pick up tickets later at the game. Chris and I head back to the hotel for a short breakfast and some sleep.

2:30pm Alarm goes off, we pack up, grab a couple sodas, and head off to the game.

6pm Standing in line, our friends Chad and Daniel arrive to find us in Mets gear. they are appalled. they had no Idea. shock and awe comes to mind. they threaten us with our lives. In the end, we allow them to cut in line, and we are friends again.

6:45pm we enter the gates, receive our standing room only tickets, and head off to find a good view.

6:50pm Cardinal fans flips my Mets hat off my head. Fight almost ensues. But doesn't. I hold back. Greatest fans in America, they say.

7pm First pitch of the new season.

This is the first pitch of the 2007 season

8:45 Man, WITH HIS 3 MONTH OLD CHILD, flips off chad's glasses. Chad pushes back. Explicatives fly. Another fight almost ensues. Cardinal fans fighting their own. Greatest fans in America, they say.

8:50pm bases loaded, sharp ground ball to second, diving catch, flip to Reyes at second, who quickly shoots a laser to first. Double play. The game is saved for the mets.

11pm We make it back to the hotel. We pulled it off. Opening day. 18 hours in line. 5.50 for each ticket, opposed to the $200 tickets most ahd been paying for. Job well done.