change in the seasons

i live in the city of four seasons, hendersonville, nc and the fall of the year is always my favorite season but the change of seasons i am referring to is the start of the college basketball season...it is that time of year when my seattle seahawks are battling for that top draft pick in next years draft but my tarheels are a perpetual top 10 team and give me a reason to have faith in sports again. i watched their first game about ten days ago against florida international coached by former nba player isiah thomas and announced by former duke player and evidently big buddy of thomas, jay williams...he is another duke nba washout who has to rely on his reputation to land a job announcing and being unbiased went right out the window in this contest....the broadcast turned into a thomas "gloryfest" led by williams because that is the only person he talked about the entire game...the rep and knowledge he brought, the plans he had for the school, but jay williams forgot to mention the fact that thomas tried his damndest to get out of playing north carolina in his first game with reasons never mentioned in the media...god knows jay williams never brought it up or even the fact he was ran out of new york on a rail..my guess is that jay williams announcing career will be as short as his nba career...it definitely couldn't be shorter...

minor league baseball

i went to a greenville drive baseball game last night and it truly was a good experience...great stadium to watch a game and since they are the low class A team of the boston red sox, the stadium was actually built to look like fenway park with their own version of the green monster and everything. it was real close to the downtown area, so me and my friends ate at the liberty tap room and bar i believe was the name of it...it was right behind the "green monster" if your sitting in the stadium and had a very relaxed atmosphere and the food was very good even if they did try putting a fried egg on everything including most all of their hamburgers. any time these particular friends of mine go anywhere it is the best experience of their lives (they don't get out much and the gods must be smiling on me to make me look so good). we always have alot of laughs (everyone needs an audience) and this time it may have done me alot more good than it did them and i thank them for that but i doubt they are even aware of it...

i am a video gamer but i can only play the sports games. thursday night at 12:01 AM is the moment a sports gamer waits for all year long. the release of madden 10. when i play it even my seahawks win and thats really saying something. the sad part about all of this is is that even if i do by it friday morning before i clock in to work (one of the few advantages to working at wal-mart) i will not really get to play it much this weekend because i am going to charlotte friday night, an asheville tourist game on saturday night, and a cookout for my nephew on sunday afternoon. it's a conspiracy....

i am finally going to catch up with a little bit of technology. i am going to buy my first lcd hdtv and i may never leave my gameroom. i have always been the poor sap behind the counter at wal-mart that gets to sell this kind of stuff to the old geezer with alot of money and carry it out to his car but i never got to put one in my own car. saturday is the day (i wonder if they'll provide a police escort?) and i have friends coming over to watch the ufc fight on saturday night. i'm also a video gamer (i can only play the sports games). the ps3 i recently "invested" in was a huge technological leap for me. one of these days maybe i will understand all of what my new technology can do for me. i guess the little things make me content. happiness, unless i am at the titty bar, is an illusion anyway. its hard to be unhappy when you have a mostly naked woman sitting on your lap getting ready to rub her "casabas" in your face. ahhh, casabas!

i have never really written for public "consumption" (not that anyone is going to read this anyway) and i have kept a journal for over 20 years now and i have always placed restrictions on what i write for fear that someone else would read it whether it be a family member or a wife or whatever. i have zealousy guarded those journals to the point that i pretty much keep it with me at all times. when i die those journals will be the most fought over posession by my sisters and my wife when i die. not this time. what you read is what you get. i am going to blog about sports, strip clubs, history, politics, or whatever. read it. don't read it. it may make you laugh. it might piss you off. you will probably think i am a dumbass. there will probably not be a socially redeeming thing anywhere in my blogs. that's the beauty of it all. there doesn't have to be.

i entitled my blog molly's world after my dog, molly.we rescued her from the animal shelter about 5 minutes before she was to be put down. to show her eternal gratitude molly has allowed me to live in her house or apartment, sleep on her bed, to give her endless belly rubs, and to take her on timeless walks. she has protected me from gang members, family members, and angry women (i don't know which was scarier). she has given me her opinion on a variety of topics from who i choose as friends, the sports teams i pull for (she thinks i am wasting my time when i could be outside with her when i am watching a game), and she definitely thinks i should stay off my damn cell phone... this is molly's world. i just exist in it...

there was an article in the charlotte observer today about greatest sports stories and that got me to thinking about my own great sports stories. i wasn't much of an athlete with the exception of baseball where i was a slightly above average player and i sat at the far end of the bench on the freshman basketball team but that was about it. my great sport story involves me watching the UNC-Oklahoma basketball game around 1988 with my father. oklahoma led by billy tubbs (i really couldn't stand him as a coach) was the overall number one seed that year and the 'heels were like a number 8 seed but me and pops watched the game with great anticipation. somehow pops knew they were going to to win the game and even as rick fox hit that bank shot to seal the deal, pops let out that laugh that signified total joy in an "i told you so" kind of way. i even looked it up on youtube (i love youtube)and seeing it again brought so many memories of watching carolina basketball with my dad. we didn't agree on much but that is one passion that we shared and i know when i am watching a game he is watching it with me....