Wednesday, November 21, 2007


So you take a team that made one of the most historic runs in history, posting the greatest defensive numbers in history, with some FIIINE offensive numbers to boot..and what do you get?

A giant O-FER.

Yesterday's announcement of the NL MVP concluded an awardless season.


First came the Gold Gloves, which are given to the best defensive players at each position. You figured that a team that had the best fielding percentage in HISTORY could win just one....but no, not a single player won one. (Even though Tulowitzki made one spectacular play after another all season.)

Thats ok, because Tulo was surely a shoe-in for the Rookie of the Year. His only other competition was Brewers third baseman Ryan Braun, who did have great offensive numbers, but they weren't leaps and bounds above Tulo. Not to mention that Braun's defensive statistics were the worst in the league at his position.

Oh, and his team didn't make the playoffs.

But we lost that one too.

Then came the NL MVP, where Matt Holliday's ridiculous offensive numbers still weren't enough. In all these award's we placed a close second.

But we didn't win a single one.

I don't know what else to say. I just don't get it.


Saturday, November 17, 2007

Fun New Game

Ok I'll be honest...most of the crazy mess I pull on the plane is used material. I get it from others before me. And even if I do do that stuff, sometimes I'm not the leader, I just participate.

So anyway, I JUST got off a trip with my friend kristy and her boyfriend James. We are all similar ages and all very outgoing....ESPECIALLY James. If you think I talk to everyone....

So theres this activity that we play occasionally. If it's been a long flight, at the end we do inflight yoga. Just have everyone put their arms in the air, "stretch left, stretch right" blah blah blah. It's fun, but not a big deal.

But James showed us a new twist.

First he calls the pilots and gets them in on the gig. After letting them know what's going on, he goes into the routine.

Now let me tell you James has a very "announcer-ish" voice. And he knows how to talk. And entertain.

So he goes into the stretching routine, and as everyone has their hands in the air, then stretches to the left....

then the plane tilts to the left.

"now, stretch alllll the way to the right...."

and the plane tilts to the right.

the pilots today did a lot better than the previous. The first did a slow tilt, while the ones today turned HARD and almost sent Kristy and I (we were the stretch leaders) into the wall of the cabin.

Everyone loves it.

Anyway, just thought I would share this with you.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The Story that I Wish Ended Better

First of all, for those of you who care, Tulo was robbed...FLAT OUT burglarized in the Rookie of the Year voting.

Remember this? (you only need to watch the first minute or so to realize what I'm talking about.)

Just yesterday I was out at A-Basin snowboarding. One of my goals this year is to learn to ride goofy. I ride Regular, which means that I ride with my left foot forward. Goofy is the opposite, with your right foot forward. Might sound easy since I already know how, but its not. It's like re-learning. It might not be quite as difficult as when I first picked up a snowboard, but still difficult. My brain knows how to do it, I just need to train my body. The advantage of doing this is to perform tricks. If I'm going to get some air and turn a 180, landing goofy, it would be advantageous to be able to ride that way.

So here I am, a beginner again. I'm slowly traversing the slopes, making those wiiide S-turns...back and forth, back and forth. I drop to my knees, facing up the mountain, to take a break, and here comes this guy, flying down the mountain, screaming. I assume he's screaming to make me think he's out of control and about to run into me, but I know better. At the last minute he cuts left, and ON PURPOSE, (this is WITHOUT question) sprays me with snow. I mean a lot of snow. In the face. I'm kind of shocked. I look up and see a guy coming down who is kind of smiling, though I can see in his face he feels sorry for me-this poor beginner snowboarder who just got terrorized by a 20-something year old ski-bum JERK.

Then I comprehend that this loser thinks I'm a little rookie that can't do anything about it when he falls victim to such a crime.

Well think again, buster.

I jump up, turn my board back regular, and begin an epic descent of the mountain. I felt like the villains in a James Bond scene, chasing him down the mountain.

I didn't know what I was going to say when I caught him, though admittedly a few choice words came to mind. I didn't want to fight him, I just wanted him to know...yes, just to KNOW.

But it had all happened so fast that I had no idea what he looked like. When I arrived at the bottom a very short time later, I saw a guy standing there who looked absolutely shocked to see me. Maybe he was one of this guy's cronies...and I'm sure he could see me scanning the crowd for....for what I didn't know.

So I lowered my head and got back in the lift line.

Just like Costanza in that episode, too little, too late.


Sunday, November 11, 2007

Devil's Causeway and SKI PORN

I've gotten into another winter sport. It's called snowshoeing. Kind of like Lacrosse, you may not know what it is if you are from Louisiana. Or maybe that was just me.

Anyways, maybe a lot of you have heard of it, you just didn't know that people still did it. Maybe we just ride around on snowmobiles.

I just bought a pair of snowshoes and I was eager to use them, so on friday we drove 3 hours into the mountains, about 1 hour south of steamboat springs, to check out a place called the Devil's Causeway. After repeated hints from the local ranger not to cross it, we headed up onto the trail, and eventually into showshoe-dom. It was freaking awesome. After following a path up the mountain that was originally created by what looked like a freakishly large mountain lion, we found the Causeway. Not for the faint of heart, it was only 3 feet across, and about 20 feet long, and with a 1500 foot drop on each side. We made a decision to NOT try to cross it, being that it was covered in snow.

Back in Denver, it is now officially ski season, as we joined a bunch of folks from our church to watch some porn last night. And by that I mean we watched Warren Miller's latest installment of ski insanity, which is more affectionally is called ski porn. I really had no idea what I was getting into, but when we arrived at the theater in Boulder there was a line around the corner waiting to get in.

We sat down, and as the song "thunderstruck" blared and the film started to roll, I began to understand. "Are you ready for snow??" flashed across the screen, and I knew this was the official beginning of ski season. Everyone was screaming, and you could feel the excitement. I was part of a tradition that I'd never heard of. For 70 years Warren Miller films has put out this "ski porn" that officially kicks off the season. The film was filled with unbelievable triple back flips off of 200 foot cliffs, 7 year old snowboarding prodigies, helicopter pilots leaping from 5000 feet in a wing suit, and my favorite, a new sport where you cruise... i mean, SCREAM down a mountain while para-gliding, occasionally skipping across the snow on your skis. Amazing.

As we left we received a voucher for 3 free lift tickets at resorts I've never been to, so that might have been the best 18 dollars i've ever spent. Check out the film's trailer.

I'm going snowboarding tomorrow, and you're all invited.


Wednesday, November 07, 2007

New Territory

So either no one cares about what I wrote, or no one reads this blog anymore...which would mean I would be talking to myself, which is alright, because I got used to that the first year I worked at this job.

I'm currently on one of those self-created vacations. And I'm venturing into new territory because I've never actually chosen to go home during one of these. Normally I'd chose a part of the country to visit, look up an acquaintance that I hardly know and invite myself to stay over. Instead I'm actually finding myself a life here in Denver. I've done a lot of mountain biking, movie watching, and decorating my car and snowboard with Rockies stickers. I'm running short on things to do, and I still have an entire week to go.

There really truly is not a whole lot going on. Last month I worked my butt off to pay off all my billls. That way I'll be able to work the minimum this winter and come home and board my life away. Here in Denver, that means I'll have a life.

I've become a regular down at a small sandwich shop here in Golden...unfortunately I found out today that she is closing up shop due to a lack of business and running away to Montana. Couldn't say I wasn't jealous.

If there is one problem that I have here its that I have a lack of guy friends. Well, more specifically, a lack of SINGLE guy friends. It's hard to just call up a married man to see if he can come over and play video games with me. I was thinking of inviting some friends over for dinner until I realized that should I do that it would be me and 7 girls. It's gotten to the point where Kelsie is trying to set me up with her roommate's boyfriends. Apparently they are looking for guy friends its not just me.

and I've signed up to walk in the Parade of lights, meaning I'll get to wear the "TJ Luv" costume. you should all be praying that pictures will be involved in this, b/c you won't want to miss it.

anyway, here's a fun picture you may enjoy:


Monday, November 05, 2007

Would YOU fly???

Watch this video and tell me what you think you would do:

Now I would fly. Why? Because they are completely correct when they say that it just increases fuel economy. They are called winglets, and a lot of OUR planes don't even have them. Unfortunately it looks REALLY bad, and I can understand how it would make some already nervous flyers bail on the flight.