Losing Bunch of Losers

For those who know me, they know I HATE losing. I hate losing more than I like winning. Take today for example. We lost in softball. Not like that's anything new. My team is 0-4. But today I played bad. I went 0-3 at the plate with a strikeout. Seriously, who strikes out in softball?!?!?! I do I guess.....
I hate losing so much that it literally ruins my week. I'll be irritated about this for an entire week. I threw my bat over a fence during the game and the other team seemed concerned. What adult male throws a temper tantrum during a fun league softball game?!?!?! I do I guess.....
But what's so wrong with hating to lose? Who likes losing? I don't know of anyone. Though most people probably handle it better than I do.
In other news, I'm going to start a new blog soon. I'll post the link and all that fun stuff soon. I just feel like I've outgrown this particular blog. I do need to find a new name though. Something clever and suave, like Rico Suave..... But that's not what I'll name it. More details to come.
Jon Beez in the trap. I hate most of that entire song, but it's truly stuck in my head.
But enough of this loser talk. I'm going to hit the batting cages this weekend. You just watch, I'll go 3-3 next week with at least a double. Or at least I hope so....

Easy Like Sunday Morning

I love Sunday mornings. I almost always have. There's something about the easiness of them. Take today for example. I had my normal Sunday routine: Get up (obviously), make some porridge, french press some coffee and read the paper. Typing that makes me feel like a 75 year old man.

But that's just how it goes. No TV, no noise outside, just birds chirping and the occasional sound of car doors closing. The air smells cleaner on Sundays, the day moves slower and I'm actually eager to do nothing.

My lazy plan for the day will consist of: Finishing this blog, going for a bike ride around the Stone Arch Bridge, grab a late lunch with my parents, and read. I literally plan on reading from 3-7 PM. I need to finish the 10 books I've started. I'm like 70% finished with all of them.

In other news, March Madness sucks. My bracket was busted by some no-name teams that got lucky. The good news is that EVERYONE else is in the same boat as me.

But do you know what bracket is even better than the NCAA bracket? The Wire bracket! I love, love, love this idea. As most of you know, the Wire is pretty much my favorite show ever. Most people either really love it, or hate it. There isn't much middle ground when it comes to the Wire. But anyway, someone decided to put together a bracket of "favorite Wire characters". My final is between Omar and Avon with Omar coming out on top.

If you haven't been in Minneapolis recently, you're severely missing out. It's pretty much the greatest stretch of weather we've ever had. So put on your running shoes, put some air in the bike tires and come join me in enjoying this Sunday.

Surprised?

Whitney Houston died yesterday. Possibly from drugs. In other news, fire is hot. Were we really that surprised? For some reason I thought Bobby Brown would have gone first.

Well, my pre-birthday bash went stellar as planned. Kristen cold rocked it! I also found out I have a very strong affinity for fois gras. We went out on Friday, and had, quite possibly, the tastiest duck dish I've ever had (short of the one we had in Paris). It was actually paired with the right amount of sweet rice and cilantro. Wow, as I type this I really think I sound like a food snob....I might have to eat some Ramen to make up for it!

Sidenotes:

-If you haven't downloaded Asher Roth's Pabst & Jazz album, you're sorely missing out

-Apparently the Timberwolves are a real team this year. Not that they're winning many games, but they're better than watching college basketball for the first time in 4 years

-What can one man do with a $40 salt shaker?

-Mike Boo was in town the other week. Whenever he comes to Minneapolis, I aptly name that weekend: Mike-Boo-a-Palooza. He should come back more often.

-Some days I really feel like I'm a closet hipster. I caught myself saying "yeah, but they were better before they got on TV". Apparently something is only cool if I am the only one who knows about it. The minute it catches on, it is no longer on the radar. What a silly way to think.

Well, it's off to finish the birthday week. I can't believe it's the big 3-0. I'm really getting old.....

And Now What?

I can't believe I'm almost 30. I really have nothing more to add than that. But when I was 15, I never thought about becoming this old. And now I'm fast approaching. I might have to hang up juvenile tendencies for good. No more 3am strolls, no more carrying tools "just in case" and certainly no more doing sketches in 14 year olds books. I''m out for good.

In other news, Ricky Rubio is the new savior of Minnesota. Joe Mauer who?