Stepping Stones

August 2004

Thursday, March 16, 2006


The Tournament... As a Real Adult

It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago, when the NCAA Tournament rolled around a guy could get away with, perhaps he was even expected to, cancel all obligations (i.e. skip class) to make time for the first Thursday and Friday of the Tourney. I mean, it is a truly uique time of the year when there are 4 games at any one time and you actually care about all of them (since God has blessed us all with the miracle of petty gambling). It was a fantastic time. Fast Forward to the working life of an adult. What happened to that? Why do people insist on setting meetings as if they don't even know what's going on in the rest of the world.

So, for the record, let me save everyone (including those that I work with, hang out with or in any way have to interact with) some time by preemptively answering a few questions.

q. What are you doing for St. Patrick's day?
a. Nothing, there is basketball on.

q. What are you doing this Weekend?
a. Nothing, there is basketball on.

q. Do you want to go to XYZ for some dinner and maybe a drink?
a. Sure... oh... wait... there is basketball on.

q. Don't you think that you are being a little antisocial?
a. Let's think about that... after he basketball game.

q. blah blah blah blah blah
a. Um. Gotta go. I think there is basketball on.

And for the record, at the time that I am posting this email the Belmont Bruins (local Nashville team) is down by 35 points to the UCLA Bruins (yes, they have the same nickname). While one might think that this would be boring, it's not. I love it.

And for another record (er... what?), I am going to be the most efficient worker ever tomorrow morning, because I am so slacking off and watching basketball in the afternoon.

For the last record... reading back over this post I am concerned that I could probably be called blashpemous for saying that god has blessed us with gambling. So... yeah... sorry about that.


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