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Life through the eyes of the tall one they call BigFoot
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9/20/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Drink das boot!"
Wise words of Stranger, “My red cup ain't working!”
Mission of the Day #141: Sell fake keg cups at a party too make money!”.
Thursday...the final day of the week for us at Gonzaga, since we observe Labor Day or sumptin tommorow. Yet it was a long day indeed, I just wanted it to get done with. After individuals I just died, because yesterday we worked legs, and welp...my ass, thighs and quads hurt really bad. I got back to my room and just about passed out for a couple hours, although I had lots of work to catch up on. So after I finished and essay or two, I eventually had to go to class. After English I had to go to the gym and workout with the guys then lift, and finally onto my last night class. Yet I was stopped by the coaches and they said I had to sign everything in our Bulldog Room. I walk into this room, and there is about one hundred basketballs, and fifty little greeting card type papers we had to all sign. Let's just say I needed a spot on my wrist to help me sign, it was a lot of signing indeed. Otherwise there was one more task to take care of, my Speech class where it was our first speech of the year. I had to give a three minute speech biography on a person of our choose, so I choose Michael Jordan. Got up there second from last and gave it, just about flawless, yet I was the only person not to look at there notecards once, because I improved the whole damn thing. Everyone was surprised which made me happy, and blah blah
Typical Thursday night happenings, chill at the dorms, order pizza, and start the party off, then take off to house parties. After drinking a couple drinks which they call Canada Misties, we were stuttering off to a party a couple blocks away. This party was off the hook, Why? It was a rugby party, and the rugby parties are god damn crazy. They were singing songs and getting buckwild. They drink out of boots and run around the neighborhood naked. Of course it's your typical keg party, and the tap never stops, as it's a rule around their houses. The freshman rugby players had to tape their keg cups to their hand all night long, and if the cup ever left their hand, they were slapped in the face by everyone. There was this guy that no one liked, so I had someone push me and I accidently spilt my beer all over him, it was funny because everyone got on his case and he left. Eventually we passed out in some girls apartment around two, but had to leave and travel back to our pad at about three. Fun night indeed, but tommorow, now that's another story.
9/19/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Striizzzzike!"
Wise words of Tim, “It's not a fake ID, I swear, now get me my beer!”
Mission of the Day #141: Piss on the RD's door!”.
College has it's many advantages...especially when the professor feels like not being there in class on a certain day, causing the class to be cancelled. No substitutes is a total plus. Well being a Jesuit campus...total is Holy Mass, therefore we have no class from 11-12, and that's one of my classes so whooppdeedooo. Then our calculus teacher tells us he wants the rest of the week off, even though it's the second week of school, gravy.
Our dorm, DeSmet is in a bowling league. Just as we did at Simi in the mourning, we got a bowling league Wednesdays from nine to eleven at night. Also being fourty night, we all drink up before we go. Our team is called Ten Inch Pins, and we got bowling shirts and all. Being a cock git that I am...I told everyone that I was the shit at bowling, even though I haven't bowled for a bit of time. Welp it came time to bowl and I blew away the crowd, averaging 175 in three games, with a high of 206. Our team is going to whoop ass, fo shizzel my nizzel.
9/18/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Pump it DJ Funk!"
Wise words of Adam, “Ring around the Posie!”
Mission of the Day #140: Dunk on John Stockton!”.
I'm not a fan of Tuesday's or Thursdays because of the fact I gotta wake up at the butt crack of dawn and workout. I know I'm here for basketball, but it's killer waking up so early. John Stockton came and played with us today. I posted up on him, but was not given the ball, so I couldn't dunk on him. I was slapped across the face going up on a lay-up today and as I was trying to regain my sense of sight, I hear this guy say pull my shorts up...yeah it was John Stockton. It was great playing with him, but he is a dirty player, yet also a smart player. He hates losing, but who doesn't.
Today was just about our first day of official lifting with our strength and conditioning coach. As I was told we would get our asses kicked, oh yes it's true. In a certain excercise where you are barely getting up ten reps, you get pushed to do twenty reps. It's crazy shit but gets the job done for sure. I know I'm gunna be so damn sore, but I gotta get better.
9/17/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Free poster ehh...welp see yah later!"
Wise words of Wiles Brother, “He said a joke so I laughed at it!”
Mission of the Day #139: Call in a bomb threat!”.
Poster day was in front of the Crosby Center, as they had just about every poster imaginable. I ended up buying this poster from Snatch with Frankie Four Fingers and Mickey on it, and then for a five finger discount I got the Kramer poster that looks like a painting...it's sweet and also I got Homer Simpson chillin on a couch drinking a beer, a party poster.
Today was our first charity event taking place at the Manito Country Club and Golf Course. We were too walk around and mingle with rich old guys so they would in time hopefully donate funds too our program. I ended up being a little confused at where to go in the beginning, yet then I finally stuck with the group that ended up winning the tournament. The tourney is run in scramble play, all five people shoot and play the best ball, and us basketball players are the celebrity shots, we can take a shot at any time and it can count. So after hitting a couple shots I was warm, and ended up hitting a couple shots we would use for the best ball. This group ended up fourteen under after eighteen, pretty impressive. Yet after they were done, we went to join another group since we had our own golf cart. We saw Dickau, Stepp and others so we joined them as they were on the seventeenth green. Everyone missed the twenty foot tough putt, and I come up and hit it once and nailed it for a birdie. On the last hole, which was a one hundred sixty-two yard par three, was the money hole. If you hit a hole in one, you'd win a Pontiac Grand-Am, at least a thirty thousand dollar sports car. The last guy too hit...struck the ball hard but a little fat...and it hit down about ten yards before the green and rolled all the way in. The craziest shot I've ever seen, and plus it was for a car...totally unbelievable. At the end of the night there was a nice dinner, and they auctioned off certain memorabilia from Gonzaga, and the guy that was calling out the prices was crazy. He would mumble off the prices like those crazy auction guys...he talks damn fast.
Ok ok...so I got forced into going to the casino again and lost just about all I won the night before...soo boo gambling and everything else...shit it sucks to lose money.