Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Life is like driving a "Stick"

If life was a vehicle, I'd like mine to be stick shift because if you simply step on the gas, you'll go nowhere.  Instead if you remember...
    To Enjoy the process
    Take time to appreciate each stage (gear) of "life" to it's maximum
    The steps it takes to be full speed (Success)
    To Shift down and engage the clutch before you stop or you'll just kill it (Relax)
     How long it took you to get good at driving stick (Constant improvement/Growth)
    Your vehicle runs a little different than your neighbors ( Be You)

I feel that's taking advantage of your own life. 

This is the only "Car" you're going to get, so you better take good care of it and appreciate the fact that you're driving something and not walking because life will pass you by!

Tuesday, February 18, 2014


Since I was in about 5, I've despised squirrels more than I could attempt to write about.  It all started as a young boy when a kid in my class told me a story that his older sisters has told him.  The tale goes that a hunter was walking through the woods one day when he was attacked by squirrels.  They chewed off his ears, nose, and most of his fingers.  Looking back now, I was a fool to believe such a story.  After that I was sick one day and my mother was video taping me as many parents do when their children are little.  At one point a squirrel comes hopping through our yard and I immediately pulled up on the creature with my foam baseball bat.  I continued to make gun noises and when my mom asked my why I did that I replied " Because theeeeyyy scratch."  The home that I grew up in had to be squirrel headquarters of the town as there were hundreds, sometimes literally 5 or 6 chasing each other across the street at one time.  I tried to do some home removal by baiting them and sniping them with my pellet gun at one point, but my mom put a stop to that real quick.  Now the campus that I must walk through everyday is littered with the little devils as well, hundreds I would guess.  I will go out of my way to avoid them, giving them the right-away on the sidewalk.  You couldn't pay me to walk through a room of them!  $1,000,000,000 couldn't begin to get me to do it, no matter how small the room is!  I would do just about anything else other than that.  So folks, it is a real phobia, and its called Sciurophobia.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Valentines Day Poem

When Love came knocking
I gladly let it in
Opening the door wide
A long three years it had been
Love sat on my lap in early October
as there was one thing to earn
Hard work was never a doubt
Reputation was lit, set out to burn
Your Trust was finally mine
The longest fight of all
Ups and Downs as everyone has
But the Risk was worth the fall
Love has no face
Until I look into yours
Over 2 years down
I"m ready for many more

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Last of the Old Mounties

In the winter of 2009 my entire life took a turn.  It was my second term of college and participating on a college baseball team.  I had worked my whole life to get to this point.  I had put in hundreds if not thousands of hours practicing both with my various teams and by myself.  Dozens of pairs of batting gloves, countless bats and cleats I had gone through to give me an opportunity to carry out a dream.  I had be recruited to play quarterback, but I was born to play baseball.  January 14, 2009 I will never forget. 
I had gone home for Christmas break to my parents that I had a falling-out with the summer before.  Our relationship was worse than bad.  I couldn't stay there and many of my friends didn't come home that break.  I ended up staying on the couch of my ex- girlfriend for part of the break.  We were civil, but had no interest in making amends with one another.  I had traveled home weeks before break for her birthday, stayed a few hours, we broke up after and I left back to school and in time for 5:30 weights and conditioning.  January 14, 2009 I received a text from a number I didn't recognize.  The asked if I wanted to meet up with this person.  I didn't know what to say because I didn't know who it was.  I made the joke of asking if it was in fact some kind of joke and the person was pregnant.  Well 13 weeks later I still believed I was going to be a dad.  I didn't know what to do, but I knew if it was true I was responsible for my actions.  I got played for a fool.  Maybe somehow I really did believe her, or I was at a point where I was that gullible.  I gave up my dream to come back to my hometown and take care of the situation. 
I had talked with a few guys I had played football against in high school and the got me in contact with the head coach of the football program.  I had been recruited as a quarterback at this school a year prior.  After a few weeks of conversation, I was awarded an athletic scholarship and signed my letter of intent to play football.  I suppose I did this as a source of insurance in case I had been played.  I arrived at the school after spring break to find out I was not having a kid, had been played, and gave up my dream.  She transferred out the next term and I haven't seen her since.
That was 5 years ago roughly.  Since then I became a 4 year starter on the football team, received academic all-conference awards, had two major injuries ( one of which ended my career) and played with the best football players this school has ever seen.  We had our team banquet last week and I received the Most Inspirational Teammate Award.  I was the only player on our roster who played as a freshman with guys known as the "Old Mounties."  They were a different breed than the kids today.  The entire atmosphere of life as a football player was much different than today.
So despite giving up my dream of baseball, I made it.  I made the best of the situation I was both given and got myself into.  A thank you might be too much, but whatever it is.... I made it.