B from the P

Why are Dippin' Dots still called "ice cream of the future," when I've been eating them for 10 years?

I bought a house. It's crazy, because I figured I would be the perrenial unemployed bum of my group of friends. Sure, I have a job now, but I've never held the same job for more than 18 months ... except for Ace Hardware. And I'm NOT going back.

Well, hopefully not. Ask me again in January 2008.

Eat 'em up, Tigers

Sorry I've been away for so long. I've had a slight case of Tiger fever.

By the way, how sweet is this?

Things Go Better With Rock

David Ortiz looks enormous standing in the batter's box. It doesn't matter which pitcher he's facing, it looks like Little Mac against Mr. Sandman from Mike Tyson's Punch Out. And we all know what a bitch it is to try and beat that guy.

Wondering where I've been lately? Here's a really brief summary: up north, up north, Minnesota, up north, Ann Arbor. Working a lot in between. And this weekend I will be... up north. That's right, it's the 7th Annual Guys Weekend.

Pictures from both Ogemaw trips coming soon. Mostly because I don't want Joe Makris stalking me on MySpace.

Employed at last

I got the call this morning (well, technically yesterday morning, since it's now past midnight). I got the job at Wayne State. My career begins Monday.

I want to give a quick shoutout to all of the people who supported my broke ass over the years as I strived to get that proverbial "foot in the door" in the ever-difficult sports industry. Family and friends can make you feel rich even when your bank account says otherwise.

And now that I have a job, you can have a beer on me.

"What is your greatest strength?"

Okay friends, I just want to let you know that from now on, I am conducting all phone calls Jack Bauer-style. That means I will answer my phone with "Gorman," say "dammit" at least three times, and end the conversation without saying "bye" or "later." I'm just putting out this warning to avoid the inevitable second phone call that will start with you saying, "what the hell Box, are you mad at me?" No, I'm not mad. And if you asked that question to Jack, he would break your arm. I'm not quite as ruthless.

In other news, I read an article today in the Troy Times about JamFests. For those who don't remember, those were the drug-free hooplas we went to in middle school (or early high school) at the Aquatic Center on Friday nights. I used to go there with Keith all the time. It's where I got my first taste of what it's like not talking to chicks. I now employ many of those same strategies at the bar every weekend.

Hey, what, whoa

So I stayed up late last night to watch the movie, "The Girl Next Door," mostly because Elisha Cuthbert is so hot. Well, that notion was definitely reaffirmed for me after watching that, but I also discovered that this movie has the most ridiculous premise that I have ever seen. Granted, it was entertaining and funny, but the plot made Wedding Crashers or Old School look like documentaries. I'm not sure I could even explain it on this blog, because I would sound insane.

Todd Jones sucks

I finished the first season of 24 yesterday. It only took me two and a half days to watch all of the episodes. I know they are making a 24 movie that won't be in real time, but I think they should reconsider and make it a full 24-hour movie. Honestly, just give me a bathroom break every few hours and access to a little food and water, and I would make it through the whole thing easily.

Also, Todd Jones sucks.