steroids would be easier than p90x

I think everyone knows by now that I was in California, since I pretty much saw everyone who reads this thing. We (Becca included) had a great time visiting with everyone and both really enjoyed the beach and the quick trip to Yosemite. It was a lot of driving and traveling for just a few days but we had a blast and we still like each other after spending so much time together. Since then I haven’t really done anything that compares.

I’m down to just two nights a week for rec league games (Monday and Tuesday) so I’m not playing as much. In an effort to make up for that I went to a nearby park to play some streetball twice last week. The first time I got on a team right when I showed up, we won and then lost, and the next team to play picked me up so I didn’t have to sit out. We then won 6 straight before deciding to leave on top. For streetball it was pretty uneventful, but that’s a good thing, especially considering the people that play there. Actually, one of my rec league games last night was more eventful.

We played a team that was full of roid rage. I’ve never seen a team be so aggressive, argumentative, and ripped. It was pretty ridiculous. At one point I was following a fast break and was planning to go attempt to block his shot, when all of a sudden their other player comes straight at me, lowers his shoulder, and shoves me to the ground. For a second, I thought it was football. They called a technical on him. And they argued it! Even though it was the most blatant foul ever. The refs ended up ejecting one of our players for getting my back, even though all he did was argue with the steroid injecting losers on the other team. I don’t even use that lightly, I’d say probably four of their seven players were on roids, but maybe just three. One of our other best players decided to leave with our player that got ejected (he was already out of the game because of a technical – had to sit for 6 minutes – which was all that was left in the game). Anyway, I was fine. Even sparked my game, I hit four straight 3’s in their faces before they even scored again, which got us within 3 points. We didn’t get any closer, but to be down 15 and lose two of our four best players and almost tie the game, that says a lot.

I’ve also taken up tennis. Becca and I played 3 times in 9 days, and she is yet to beat me. Which probably isn’t much of a feat, but she claims to have played on a team when she was younger, while I really only played in P.E. My next step would be to work up courage to play her brother, but he’s been clocked serving 108 MPH, and I’m pretty sure I can’t compete with that… yet. Oh, by the way, he’s only 16!! Plus, I beat him in table tennis, so he’ll probably use that as motivation.

That should be enough info for all you jeff stalkers out there. If not… I guess you’ll just have to wait until my next post. By the way, I haven't done p90x in like 2 weeks... I'm slacking.

its raining, its pouring...

Atlanta does everything big. When we get out of a drought, we really get out of a drought. Experts declared that we were out of the drought weeks ago, but Atlanta continued to be hammered with storms. Friday night was Braves home opening night and it was hit hard. The game started on time but only got 3.5 innings in before the rain was too much. During this time hail and rain were coming so hard that you could not see across the field, let alone very far in front of you. We left after about an hour. The game started back up after a two hour rain delay. The game didn’t end until 1:30AM.

Monday morning, after I had already left for work, the storms came again, with powerful winds knocking over trees, in turn knocking out power lines. Our house was one of a mere 250,000 Atlanta customers who had no power. Apparently a tree fell on a transformer by our house. Anyway, they attempted to fix it, however there still wasn’t enough power be sent to the house, so somehow, half the house worked, the other half didn’t. And yes, you guessed it, my room did not have power. It was ok though, I got in about a 90 minute nap and even started reading a book, something I hadn’t done in over a month. Showering with a flashlight was kind of fun too, something I’ve never done.

That nap may have been a bad thing though, because last night I could not fall asleep at all. Tossed and turned for hours, finally falling asleep around 1AM, only to be awaken by lightning, thunder, and pounding rain at 4:45. At one point my bed shook from the thunder. No joke. It took me quite awhile to fall back asleep, so 6:20 came way too early this morning.

Anyway, it was a sports weekend here in Georgia, with the Braves home opener, University of Georgia’s spring game, and Master’s all in the same weekend. I was lucky enough to go to two of the three, making my first trip to Athens.


One more.

under attack

I don’t know much about pollen and what I do know, I learned this morning from here. Apparently, it’s basically tree sperm. Why am I writing about pollen? Because Atlanta has a ridiculously high pollen count in the spring. So high that all of the cars, no matter the color, turn a yellowish green. As you can see, it makes it look like you haven’t washed your car in months. Spend a few minutes walking outside and your shoes will be dusted with pollen. It's crazy. Check out this site. It tracks the pollen count in Atlanta, the pollen count being the amount of Pollen particles measured within a 24 hour period in a cubic meter of air. Anything over 121 is considered high. Monday was 3583!! Moral of the story… if you have a pollen allergy, don’t spend the spring in Atlanta.

Side note: while Brent and Tami were enjoying nice warm weather in California, I was suffering in cold weather (there were snow flurries when I went to lunch yesterday). Awesome, just awesome.