Archive for June 6th, 2007

So yesterday I come home to a house that is hotter inside than it is outside.  Yeah, you guessed it.  The A/C is out.  In June.  In San Antonio.  So about 40 seconds after walking in the house I am sweating as if I were one of Indy’s guides in the beginning of Raiders of the Lost Ark.  Humid.  Sticky.  Miserable.

It gets better.  My internet is out.  Until Friday.  Time Warner, whom I blame for the demise of Atlanta Braves baseball, apparently got tired of screwing Braves fans and decided to rape me with this one.  No one can come out to fix my internet until Friday?  Really?  And I don’t even have to be home since the problem lies in a cable box outside the house.  I cannpt wait to tell Time Warner to go to hell when AT&T’s new U-Verse plan is available in my neighborhood.

But wait.  It gets better.  My throat starts hurting.  And then an hour later, I get the chills.  2 hours later, my head starts hurting.  And 1 hour after that, I’m sneezing like I’m allergic to my own skin or something!  Conclusion:  I’m sick.  And as I’m typing this, I feel like crap.

Here’s the worst part…..  It’s only Tuesday.

-Dave Q.

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  • I remember that one fateful day when coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. 'You don't have to tell me,' I said. 'I'm off the team, aren't I?' 'Well,' said coach, 'you never were really on the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. you show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times.' It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.