Let’s see if I can write an entry in fifteen minutes. That’s the goal. This past weekend was pretty action packed. Well, Saturday and Sunday at least.
Friday Night. I decided to put off a little homework in hopes of an action packed night. Tony and I ended up playing NBA Street for a little bit, then a little MvC2. Curt, Tony, Louie, Andrew, and I walked about fifty blocks up the Ave to see and improve show. Curt ended up getting in, the rest of us walked the fifty blocks back in the frozen tundra of Seattle. It was cool though, since it was his group’s thing and there was tons of stuff to do back at the dorm.
Syke.
This night had tens across the board when ranking boredom. If boredom were a dunk contest, this night would toss the ball off the camera, do a double front flip, jump from the free throw line, and finish with a seven-twenty windmill jam between both legs. All with its eyes closed. It’s alright when one person is bored, but things become exponential when a group of six sits around for four hours.
Well, there were the drunk folks on the floor for entertainment. That got old within the first hour. Some guy threw up on Tony’s floor then apparently contemplated peeing in one of the beds. There wasn’t any football spiking this time around. A glimmer of hope came around midnight, when a guy on our floor mentioned a Hawaiian party somewhere up the street. He said he’d let us know when he was ready to go. For some reason, we forgot and decided to check the other floors for some action. There was none, and we came back and he was gone. There were probably quite a few hot Hawaiian chicks according to my brother. Good thing we couldn’t make it.
Stiff Arm. Fifteen minutes is up, but I have to talk about the wonderful football game that took place on Saturday. After all, I put up MVP numbers though our team lost. I had five touchdowns, six tipped passes, and a perfectly executed stiff arm. Two of the touchdowns were from my brother and three from Curt. Those six tipped passes were on offense. I did have two actual catches though.
As for the stiff arm, here is what I saw—a big man running. I heard someone yell “uh oh”, then I saw Jonard’s blockers and one of our guys miss a tackle. Looking at the position of the blockers in front of him, I knew he was coming my way. I saw his eyes, then I knew it was time to man up. My determination blinded my logic. If I run away, the team will call me a baby cat. Not being called names is more important than life itself. Wrap him up and hold on, at worst you miss the tackle—wrong.
I distinctly remember seeing his eyes, then I tried to get in front of him and he stuck his palm out. At this point I realized what a bad idea it was. There’s no way I’m going to stop Jonard. I don’t remember too much, just his hand on my chin, something that felt like a karate chop on my neck, and finally the ground on my back. The guys helped me up and clapped as I walked off the field, only to come back later in the game as a fired up X factor. Oh yah, I forgot, this isn’t Little Giants, it’s football at Hillcrest. Everyone laughed and I continued dropping passes.