Pressure?

Can superman be any better? The Gators truly have a gift amongst them. I could go on and on about the greatness of Tebow, but he speaks for himself, and will be around much longer to prove it.

Enjoy:

Tim Tebow: The strong, the proud, the brave, the quick, the humble...

Don't We All..

So this old couple in their 80's or 90's walked into the gym today. She had a cane and casual/conservative clothes and he was wearing his old man slacks and button down short sleeve shirt. Both with grey hair. They walked hand and hand all the way to the machine next to me. I hated to stare, but his eyes never left her. 

He helped her onto the leg extension machine and they both started figuring out the adjustments together. He triple checked that she had the correct weights to lift and placed her hands and feet where they needed to go. 

Then he just stood right beside her with his hands in his pockets, watching diligently as she did each extension. After some time she was finished, he helped her off, then they walked hand and hand to the next machine to continue her morning workout.

It was so hard to take my eyes off of them. I pray for that kind of love everyday. 

Touchdown!

So football season is just around the corner! I am pumped. It reminds me of the time I played football for GHS back when I was a freshman in high school...

It was a cool, crisp, Fall night. GHS was ahead by... enough. Coach 

decided to start rotating his second, third, fourth... strings onto the field. It was my time to shine! I will never forget the way he said, "Miller, you're in." because I happened to forget everything else, "Blah blah tight end blah blah run a blah blah even number blah blah bird blah blah and send blah blah blah".

I walk out in awe of the crowd that surrounded me. They were scarce and cheerless. It wasn't what I had always dream of, but still

 pretty cool. As I am turning in circles with my eyes up, I hear "MILLER!" and run to the middle of the huddle. I am already embarrassed. My goal is just to fit in, clap, and break. 

It was a good plan until viciously thrown off course by the words, "Miller, did coach tell you the play?" My heart sank, I looked around at all my colleagues, then said what my father, the preacher in the stands, would be proud of, "No! He told Bater (the other 'not first string wide receiver/tight end that ran 

on the field w/ me)". Bater, confused and under pressure just stood there 

and stuttered. Pretending to save the day (that I justruined) I said, "Come on Bater, I even heard coach tell you that we should run a 28... wings right... fly widespread.... pattern." Feeling like Smalls in the movie the Sandlot after he asked who Baby Ruthie was, I looked at the QB. He gave me a strange look and said, "Ok, break!" I was relieved. 

I hesitantly make my way to the line, trying to find a spot where needed. It was at this point that I remembered I was not playing my usual wide receiver position, but rather a tight end... that blocked. I found my place across from big, hairy, tough, growling, sweaty, black (not that it matters, but it kind of does) guy. I did my three point stance, the one thing I did remember how to do. I think the QB hiked the ball and the whistle was blown. Bater was offsides. 

We regrouped, broke, and went back to the line. Just as the QB 

hiked the ball I shot off the line, with such power, just in time to meet big, hairy, tough, growling, sweaty, black (not that it matters, but it kind of does) guy in the middle. He expectedly overcame me, BUT I pulled him to the right, creating the perfect hole for our QB to run through and score a 40 yard TOUCHDOWN! 

Yes, I must say that it was all because of me. He actually came back and thanked me. We reviewed the tapes later and coach pointed out my triumphant block that lead into a TD noting something like every position on the team is vital. Then!... i quit, at the end of the season of course. I guess I just wanted to go out with a bang, ya know.

Performance Enhancing Drugs

WICHITA, Kan. — A Kansas burglar apparently likes to be clean — but isn't so good about clean getaways.

Police in Wichita said it appears a man broke into a house Friday night to wash his clothes but fled in boxers, with his jeans still in the washer.

Here's what happened: A woman reported that she returned home, found her basement laundry room in disarray and went upstairs to call her husband.

That's when a man wearing only blue boxer shorts came upstairs, grabbed her purse and ran out the door.

Police Sgt. Diane Varnell said the woman chased him and recovered her purse, but the burglar is still on the loose.

Varnell said it appears the man simply needed to wash his clothes.

This raises three questions for me:

1. Does the burglar not was his underwear?

2. Does this man have nothing better to do on a Friday night then wash only his jeans in someone else's washer?

3. The woman chased him down and recovered her purse? (see title)?

I would have loved to see this half naked guy running through the neighborhood w/ a purse in hand get beat down by a woman who feels it only necessary to take the purse, probably hit him over the head, and walk away. Somewhere this pantless, purseless man is still wondering the streets. Lets pray.

Stop Motion

So my friend commonly known as Biscuet and I created had some free time on our hands. Being the productive young gentlemen that we are, we decided to create a few stop motion films for anyone's viewing pleasure. This is only the beginning of something big. I don't know what, considering he will be in China for the next 2 and 1/2 years, but something big indeed. Hope you enjoy.

Procrastinating form packing...

So I decided to start treating this like any other blog. I just cannot come up with fun crazy stories any more and have too many other things I would like to say and do with this page. There will still be stories, but also other interesting facts or questions. I kind of hit rock bottom with my x-terra story, haha.

So I am FINALLY ALL FINISHED WITH COLLEGE! I was walking out of the Haley Center today with my head up after turning in my 40 PAGE research paper. When I got in my car, my recently new closet favorite song was playing: Leavin by the ever so popular Jesse McCartney, haha. It was almost perfect.... cause i was.... leavin.... yeah.

I want to keep this short, just wanted to inform you of the change. Take of a look at the short film I just produced. It is something small and off the cuff. I took a couple hours of shooting and a day of editing. The challenge was to get it all in one shot, at the perfect time of day, with friends (not actors), and no dialogue. Hope you enjoy.