tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59774072011-04-21T22:57:33.386-05:00"It's really human of you to listen to all of my bullshit." -- 16 Candlesangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054364794324116146noreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977407.post-1129083122589462582005-10-11T20:47:00.000-05:002005-10-11T21:16:33.933-05:00

It's OK to throw like a girl [San Jose Mercury]TORRANCE, Calif. - When the Bishop Montgomery High School quarterback went down with a fractured leg, his replacement stepped in and performed brilliantly, completing four of five passes for three touchdowns.Nothing too unusual about that - except that the replacement quarterback was a girl.Miranda McOsker, 15, is one of just 253 girls out of

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Apparently ESPNers think they have a sense of humor. First, they replay the Texas Massacre about five billion times. Then Classic is so short on programing they make us relive The Fifth Down Game. As if that weren't enough, Steve Lavin gets cheeky in a SportsNation chat:Jon (Malvern): Coach Lav needs some suggestions on how to conserve his long answers!!!Steve Lavin: Jon, your point is well taken

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Everyone's favorite patriarchal sideline "Pa", Joe Paterno, tried to prove to ESPN.com's Joe Schad why he isn't too old to keep everyone in Happy Valley, well, happy for another season or two.Question: "Do you find all the polls now confusing?"Paterno: "You know, when we lost our Pope, that was the last great Pole I saw."Sharp as a tac, I'd say.Joe Pa and Me before he started contributing to my

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I've decided I want to marry a referee. Something about the rule-following and game break down that gets me. Today I realized that they walk a fine line in a garden of good and evil that's complete with hashmarks, obnoxious drunks, over-paid coaches and a 100,000-plus critics charting every move. They have to put a certain level of objectiveness on each game and weigh game decisions on whether

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When I first moved to Chicago, this song kept ringing in my ears. I guess I just remembered the moving to Chicago part, but when I listened to it again, it made me think of inevitable change. I wasn't fighting my move by any means, but it was this natural thing I'd have to learn to understand. After the Katrina disaster, it will probably always remind me of New Orleans.If it keeps on rainin',

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Happier timesIt's my prerogative to change my mind. And even though Sunday night's terrible 10th inning and a prime location for stalking, er, adoring my 1st baseball love are scintillating motivations, I won't* be declaring any Cubs allegiances.But it's obvious my Chi-town transplant was meant to be. I mean, at least since The Professor returned to his MLB roots. It's a unique, albeit one-sided

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I resisted for so long. But I have to copy. Here's my version of the classic Me First "Funniest Sentences In My In-box."1.) I just got back from 10 days in Miami, and let me tell you that did not suck.2.) You're speaking to me right here. (You can't see it but I'm pointing to my heart right now.)3.) I nearly wet my pants because your girl dumped a glass of wine on his fool head. Those were

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Horse racing, UK Basketball, bluegrass and Ashley Judd. That's about all I know about Kentucky. Somehow, I'm going to live there.Per an aggreement with the greatest Philly photog I know, I must improve on my status as worst blogger ever now that I will reach employment status very soon. I'll be heading to UK in July, and hopefully I won't fall off the face of the earth. You know how I do.While

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"Somehow they got a fat little Polish kid on the cover of Sports Illustrated. I don't know how they did it, but I didn't ask any questions."Wojo, when thanking Duke Sports Information during his senior speech at the Duke Basketball Banquet Method to the MadnessSunday evening, I felt like little kid on her birthday. The whole day was made just for me and everyone around me should know it, too. And

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OK, so the BTK thing is being drilled into the ground, with a vengence like no other in Ta-town. And I didn't want to talk about it, but I'm going to anyway.I have read several different versions of this story, and each one makes me sick.Mainly because every time my mom drove down South Hydraulic, the road that took her to work and took me to the only store in all of Kansas (save KC area) with

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I'll admit it. Right now, I stink. My clothes, my purse, my car and -- gasp! -- my hair (oh, the horror) reek. It's not your average stench. It's garlic and olive oil and Parmesan and stove flame smoke, cigarette smoke, Boulevard, marinara, basil, dirty dishwater, alfredo, Chianti, shallots, old half & half and milk spilled by an ornery, filthy child.It's the Damn Bam.I just got off work. A small

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Even though his press was large when he had J.Lo and Mase, the mini-mohawk and the beats ripped from a Sting classic, Sean John fashions, a different name and a night club shooting to his suspicion, I think P. Diddy is getting better and better in his business decisions.Don't get me wrong. J-Hova is still my No. 1. But I'm just saying, Puff-man is killing me with the Carson Daily Pepsi commercial

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Damn. And I was so looking forward to leaving college life and all the little things that hide the reality of being a grown-up, save the dillusion that I could still drink myself to obsessive-cell-phonebook-scrolling state and blame it on "Every one else is doing it" or a behind-the-times phone. OK, maybe not.The New Social Etiquette: Friends Don't Let Friends Dial DrunkObviously, the real

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Don't worry. I haven't fallen off the wagon so soon. Again. Not yet, anyway. What's been going on: -- Started a new job at Bambino's. Did I mentioned that I have never worked at a restaurant ever. It's situation comedy at work, really. Tonight I had to mix a margarita, too, and I think it could have killed my customer. -- Gave in to the iPod temptation. 4th Generation 20 GB, of course. Listening

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So two of my roommates got iPod Minis this week. And while I've been obsessing over the O.C. (btw, I finished the season less than 24 hours after my last post -- that's 27 friggin episodes in about 2 days), they have been obsessively uploading any and every song they can get their hands on to their respective blue and green mini iPods. Blue even wore hers while straightening her hair. I've been

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The OC: Out of Control (and OCcult, among other things) Dammit. Maureen, I blame you, mostly. But there are others. You know who you are. You too are culpable for poisoning my brain (and life goals) with compulsive and insoluble OC viewing patterns. I blame you, and I hug you. Thanks. This stuff is great! A few things about things (OC-related of course)... -- The Cohens are AWE-some. -- Luke

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Tha Bo$$ wants to give your favorite website a ghetto-fabulous makeover for the holidays with Tha Shizzolator. When tried on espn.com, site staples were given da shiznit status by S-N-double O-P D-O-double G. Currently, Snoop brings us gems like "Fools's (sic) College BB" (as opposed to "Breezy's College BB"), "...Bill Walton's thankful fo' Grant Hill 'n shit," and "Varitek is worth big ass

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I will always remember last year's holiday season as The Vagabond Christmas. Even though I slept in a dozen different places in 2 weeks, I still bought into that home-is-where-the-heart-is bullshit and survived. Now that I'm actually at home, in Wichita, Kan., I don't have a real place to sleep anyway. The guest bedroom I normally use is 90% desk and there's no room in the Stricker Inn for

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Obsession: Gwen Stefani board games Andy Roddick candy canes Christmas Vacation (the movie and the real deal) The Facebook a new hair style (suggestions??) Epicurious.com Digital cameras Hometown serial killer Biscotti Chicago MTV's Made "Best of" Marathon Fur kickboxing pink shoes Kansas City gum (uh, duh, always) leaving my cell phone off for two whole days sleep

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After a grueling finals week, I find myself...well...um.... DRUNK BLOGGING. I can't help it. I'm not even going to deny it. I just want to say hi. Ha. Souled So the only thing more difficult than dealing with and interviewing a team that ABSOLUTELY sucks (despite the highest of expectations) is having to write a convincing story about said team in a wholly positive light. When you know they suck

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"We're kicking off our fun old fashion family Christmas by heading out into the country in the old front-wheel drive sleigh to embrace the frosty majesty of the winter landscape and select that most important of Christmas symbols." It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas. We put up a tree in our little apartment. It's about five-feet-nothing and slightly skeletal. Actually, it looks a little

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Eat your soup cold. (Courtesy of Page3) Pump up your Vocab (Courtesy of Page2) "Schadenfraud" Definition: Reveling in the collapse of teams that start a season with inexplicable bandwagons. Relevance: The Missouri football team's fan following early August; feeling of Chiefs' fans every time Dante Hall touches the ball; Q. Snyder's post-game Shiloh groupies; et al. I like college football.

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Magazine Design is a sure-fire source for entertainment in my regularly scheduled Tuesday-Thursday lineup. From Jan's mutterings about drinking on 9th street to the inane, jerk-off interjections from over-acheiving, pretentious J-schoolers dying to hear their own voices utter seemingly intelligent comments. It's a grand thing. Makes me thankful for my own checks-and-balances type personality.

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So yesterday, on Thanksgiving, I had a really long, really date-appropriate post ready. For my blogging comeback, of course. I know. I get it. Only Michael Jordan and Hova can leave the game, come back, do it all over again, and still be legit. I get it. But here goes nothing.. Right now, I'm at my parents' house, sprawled out on my mom's "good" living room couch, eating popcorn. If she saw me,

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...be a better blogger, Maureen and Steve, so you two don't get to rag on me in my Comments. Grrr. ...be a back-up dancer, USHER, because, well, there just aren't words... Weekend recap Thursday: Tonic, of course My friend Eric, who also bartends on occasion, made me my last drink. He went to pour some of the alcohol out before adding the tonic water (because he hadn't been paying attention and

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WARNING: Following material may be too cheesy or too sentimental for all audiences. Proceed with caution. I started the summer with a little hesitation. a little nervous. a little skeptical. I doubted myself and those around me. This experience answered a lot of my questions...and it gave me plenty of new puzzles to solve. But I made some amazing friends along the way: I couldn't have asked

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Have I mentioned that Sarah Jessica Parker is my idol? First Footloose and Girls Just Want to Have Fun, then she marries Ferris Bueller, next "Sex & The City", and now she's a GAP poster girl. No one wears shoes like her, either. And if she doesn't make me want to fall into the GAP, Tom Brady will, for sure.

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Though it pains me to say it, I watched the VMAs last night. I watched, and then I caught the highlight show. Sure, I had plenty of other things to be doing, but curiousity gets to me sometimes. And you wouldn't believe the one thing I missed: Kanye West's performance! I tried to catch it on the replay. Missed it again! Of course I caught Hillary Duff's bra-strap-contraption of an outfit, Jessica

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Major changes. Hope you can all cope. And still read it. If you see a funky color, font, picture, word, etc., please don't bring it up. Chances are I don't know how to fix it and my head already hurts from trying to do so. :) As promised, UPDATE: School = sucks summer = interesting, bizarre, fascinating...all at once. More to come when I sort it out in my head/heart. columbia nightlife = WHO

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It's like Night at The Roxbury every time I get near a dance floor. Every single time. There's more to come about the Angela's Excellent Adventures from this summer. I've been in visual-mode for 3 months so expect visual storytelling, too. Party time. Excellent. Consistent up-dates are in the forecast. Don't hold your breath, though. I have to catch up on my dancing first.

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bizarre. three months since I started this internship "experience" at The Worldwide Leader, and it's the only word that could come close to describing it. in 12 weeks, i have learned more about myself (past, present and hopefully future) than i ever imagined. and yet i it's really my understanding of unavoidable uncertainty that is my best gauge. that said, i apologize to my lone reader (

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This is why I don't believe in New Year's resolutions. I suck at them. MEXICO, Mo. -- After hours and hours and hours of packing and downsizing and packing and sorting, I systematically crammed everything I can't live without this summer and my dad in my car. We made the first leg of the Never-ending Trip, a should-have-been-five-but-somehow-became-six-hour drive from TA-town to Mexico, today.

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The Sports Show From JA-induced shitty grins to Mardi Gras entertainment to a sober ride home, Bob-Bob-Bob Bob-Bob Ballou has been a strangely significant part of this year's memories. We couldn't resist.

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Yep. It's me. Again. Posting. Per special request. Yes. I will do so in complete sentences. Soon. Sorry for the unexplained extended absence, but I've been quite busy. Recuperated academically, got a job, turned 21, got sick, recuperated physically, finished school for the year, packed and packed and packed, attended too many graduations (a few more to come) ... left Columbia. Oh, don't be

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Ahh, I love March. This one is just too close to call. Well, I have DUKE and the Pokes in the finals and DUKE winning, but I'll just go ahead and wear my blue and white Eskimo Joe's T-shirt for semi-impartiality should they both go that far. I mean, should OSU make join the blue devils in the final. Anyway, it's the only Duke loss I'd tolerate...ever. And that's just because Eddie Sutton is so

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Sorry, but chances are i won't stop talking about basketball until...April 5. 7-foot funny man "Buffs' Harrison rips ISU fans, former coach" (ESPN.com) Colorado coach Ricardo Patton said fans get on opposing players "just about everywhere." "I don't want to point fingers at Iowa State fans," he said. Asked if Iowa State fans were the worst, Harrison replied, "You haven't been to Kansas, have

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Just in case you didn't believe me.

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Any of my friends in high school would tell you I was by no means a feminist. And I don't consider myself one now. In fact, I have a lot of beliefs that outright oppose feminsm. Unless I was within 30-or-so feet of a cosmetics counter or a department store shoe sale, I was considered by those who knew me best, like my best high-school friend Dan would say, as "one of the dudes." When Missouri

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60 days.

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BOULDER, Colo. -- Shit. That reminds me, I forgot to put a dateline on my story last night. I woke up in the middle of the night thinking, 'I forgot to talk about Colorado's shooting and mention records. No, it's too late to call.' This is doing funny things to my poor little head. The good news is, I made it here. The bad news is, I'm about to turn around and make the excruciating trek back

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The official countdown begins today: 3 months or 90 days or 2169 hours. So close, so far away. At Willie's on Tuesday night, a cop grabbed this (21-year-old) guy next to me and asked him for his ID. And by next to, I mean within inches of me. I didn't have a drink but still dangerous. When I waltz into Tonic and Willie's without even taking out my wallet, I forget...

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i shouldn't have left you without a dope beat to step to... OK. So my much anticipated blogging comeback was delayed even longer than I expected. Sorry. Basketball season lasts a lot longer (though probably not as long as everyone thought in October), so get over it. Much thanks to Maureen and Holly for putting a roof over my head for a few weeks. It makes me feel normal. Since the Friday of

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Check yo' self before you wreck yo' self What's wrong with this story? Or maybe the better question is: who does ESPN.com's fact checking?? And then there were two... My room is half empty. And I'm everyone's-leaving-me feeling in my stomach. The second roommate of the four in Rm. 18 left tonight. Granted, there's twice the room for me to spread out my unbelievable amount of crap, sadness is

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I don't even remember how the conversation started. But on our merry way to Bloomington, Ind., on Friday, Nick asked Petre what - in one word - women freak about about? "Everything," MP said. "Exactly," Nick said. The two clearly bonded. When Nick asked Mike what kind of movies he liked, and MP said The Godfather 2 was his favorite, I thought I was going to have to pull the car over so they

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I don't know if y'all are ready, but let me formally introduce you to the L-train: Straight off the streets (well, not really) of The Mec, my roommate Lane is sharing the hilarity that is our lives. I figured her point of view would make our adventures all the more entertaining. And because I've teased you some of her famous quotes and kodak moments, she couldn't resist.

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The White Stripes know where it's at... I'm going to Wichita Far from this opera forevermore I'm gonna work the straw Make the sweat drip out of every pore And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding Right before the lord All the words are gonna bleed from me And I will think no more And the stains comin' from my blood tell me "Go back home" Home. It's been about four months since I've

angehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054364794324116146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977407.post-1069087228677749662003-11-19T00:28:00.000-06:002003-11-19T00:42:41.720-06:00

I have an insane amount of crap to be doing right now. My roommates are eating El Rancho (unbelievably they are sober) and playing Mall Madness, Milton Bradley's best interpretation of the early 90s. So I'm not doing s. while they have all that fun. Tonight, I had hoped to catch a glimpse of Luke "I am your Father" Recker who I've loved from the beginning of his IU days (shhh...don't tell WoJo).

angehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054364794324116146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977407.post-1068946409865132702003-11-15T22:20:00.000-06:002003-11-18T23:49:41.010-06:00

Track 11, "Public Service Announcement," says: and my homie strick told me, 'dude, finish your breakfast.' Hova wrote this entire CD with me in mind. I mentioned something to L-train about this being his last, and we both paused, caught our breaths and Lane said, "Let's not talk about it." I would pay ridiculous amounts of money to see his last tour.

angehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054364794324116146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977407.post-1068891504968285062003-11-15T04:18:00.000-06:002003-11-15T15:01:58.186-06:00

Yep, this is a 4 a.m. post. And I'm sober. Sober, annoyed, reeking of smoke and unable to sleep. Funny how just hours ago I prayed for such a pleasant state. The past 48 hours have been absolutely ludicrous: >> Woke up yesterday feeling a bit groggy. Not my usual self. Popped some DayQuil. All's well. For about 10 minutes. >> After stumbling to Magazine Editing, I give the "downs look" the

angehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054364794324116146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977407.post-1068451939822975432003-11-10T13:20:00.000-06:002003-11-15T16:57:57.096-06:00

I'll admit it. It was disappointing to miss out on the EMB tour in Colorado. Obviously, my stories can't compete. But since I left a few exceptionally eloquent drunk-dials (or so I hear), I thought I'd set the stage. It was semiformal for my sorority. "A good time was had by all." Well, almost. Let's just say we were sippin' on syrup, rollin' with the homies and Strick-9 was out in full effect.

angehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054364794324116146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977407.post-1068321001175130882003-11-08T13:50:00.000-06:002003-11-08T14:17:41.196-06:00

She's plotting. And there's no telling what you can expect from the girl who has done the Harlem shake in front of El Rancho. She brought you Tickety Tonic bar dancing, and now she's contemplating a blog-world invasion.

angehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054364794324116146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977407.post-1068050002802526872003-11-05T10:33:00.000-06:002003-11-05T10:33:25.890-06:00

Should I be elated or terrified? Too early to tell, I suppose. Either way, it's good news for tennis fans and drooling A-Rod-lovers (who does that? oh - wait - I do!). Maureen, I thought you'd get a kick out of this too! You know how I do Speaking of Maureen...thanks for pointing out this extra special tidbit about another one of my favorites. (second graph on Saves the Day and Taking Back

angehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054364794324116146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977407.post-1067843039864489182003-11-03T00:03:00.000-06:002003-11-03T01:33:00.520-06:00

What a weekend. Between Holla-ween and Nick's friend Bree's wedding, I think I was sober for...um...maybe a few hours, give or take. The crazy cashier at Gotcha! thought Lane and I were dressing as pimps because we bought big chains with what we thought were mercedes benz symbols on them. She told us we needed "he-bitches." We ended up dressed as bohemian Kris Kross -- they were peace signs. We

angehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054364794324116146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977407.post-1067283676553822512003-10-30T16:54:00.000-06:002003-11-02T18:16:56.493-06:00

I'm sitting at a computer that has a photo of a bunch of Tiger Hoes with Sheryl Crow at Saturday's homecoming game. Apparently, she was a Tiger Ho herself in her Mizzou tenure. My roommate Lane and my friend Lindsey Jamis, who lived across the hall from me freshman year in Schizzurz, aren't prictured. "Why not?" you ask. They were playing hooky and tailgating. So I've only been the biggest

angehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054364794324116146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977407.post-1067281731214941152003-10-30T16:09:00.000-06:002003-10-30T17:27:39.613-06:00

This is completely uncharacteristic of any thing I do. In other words, I don't do that. But I can't resist. I want to belong :) Resisting every self-editing instinct tugging at my veins, I'm just gonna post this damn thing. I'm giving in! *gasp!* And you know you love it.

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