And now for the weekend update. Of note, I finally fixed my blog.
Apparently blogger won't publish when you have used up all your space on
your web server. I had 100mb of website in a 100mb limit. So I increased
my space to 150mb for $.62 a month. That should fix that problem for a
while. Click some Google ads to make up for the expansion. Anyway, on
Friday I went with Holly to meet her friends at a local club. They were
pretty cool. It is weird, most of us went to Texas Tech so we have that
at least in common. On Saturday I played Frisbee golf in the afternoon.
My arm is still sore. If you don't play Frisbee golf in a while you lose
all your muscle there. On Saturday night I went with Holly and her
Sunday School to a Texas Tornados hockey game. They are the local
semi-pro hockey team. Apparently they are good and always seem to go to
the playoffs. I am a semi-fan of hockey. I did go for the Dallas Stars
when they won the Cup. IMO hockey needs more hitting like football.
Sunday I did the usual stuff and now here I am on Monday about to
interview people to come work for my client. Two tips of advice for
people interviewing: know what you are talking about and have a good
attitude. Anyway I guess football and hockey will never be as violent as
baseball...(see thought of the day)

Thought of the Day
"Hey! I thought you weren't coming back 'til Monday!?"
"Well, the camp ended a few days early."
"Why?"
"Well, there was an incident."
"What happened?"
"I punched Mickey Mantle in the mouth."
"What!?"
"Yeah, I punched him and they took him to the hospital and then they
cancelled the rest of the week."
"You punched *who* in the mouth?"
"Mickey Mantle."
"What happened?"
"Well, you know, we were playin' a game and I was pitching and I was
really throwin' some smoke. And uh, Joe Pepitone, he was up and man,
that guy... he was crowding the plate!"
"Wow... Joe Pepitone!"
"Yeah, well, Joe Pepitone or not, I own the inside of that plate! So I
throw one inside, a little chin music... put him right on his pants,
because I got to intimidate when I'm on the mound. Well, the next pitch,
he's right back in the same place! So.... I had to plunk him."
"You plunked him?"
"Oh yeah. Well, he throws down his bat, he comes racing up to the mound,
next thing both benches are cleared, a brouhaha breaks out between the
guys in camp and the old Yankee players, and as I'm trying to get Moose
Skowron off one of my teammates, somebody pulls me from behind and I
turned around and I *popped* him! I look down and, whoa man! It's
Mickey! I punched his lights out! Then Hank Bauer's screaming 'Mickey!
Mickey! What have you have done with Mickey?! You killed Mickey!'"
"So what did you do?"
"I got the hell outta there!"
- Jerry, Kramer and Elaine, as Kramer describes the fun he had at camp,
in "The Visa"

// posted by Brian @ 3/27/2006 11:11:00 AM