The Guest Blogger Is Here
Posted by: David Bunch
Let me begin by sending a shout out to Bradley (I refer to him as B-max...long story) for the opportunity to host his blog this week. I'm definitely pumped about it. I've been a blog reader for a while now, but this marks the first time I've blogged for public consumption. B-max tells me that the subject is sports, but that I do have poetic license. Emphasis on poetic. That's right, I'm the iBid guy that you've all come to know and love. When I have spare time I work as an underwriter for a workers' compensation insurance company, serve on the youth committee at church, and teach high school boys Sunday School.
I'm not quite the sports analyst that Bradley is, but I do consider myself a casual sports fan. I actually enjoy participating in sports more so than watching/reading/talking about them. I'm happy to say that I was not quite dead last in 90&9's recent NCAA Men's Basketball Bracket.
By the way, today is an important day. According to The Writers' Almanac (a site that I'll be referring to again this week), on this date in 1923 Yankee Stadium opened in New York City. Now, regardless of who your favorite Major League Baseball team is, you have to love Yankee Stadium in NYC (I know this because Brad viewed a Yankees game there last spring-despite his vow of allegiance to the Astros). The Bambino hit a 3 run homer on that day in 1923 to give the Yankees the win over, you guessed it, the Boston Red Sox. I'm not going there.
The other important thing about today is that today is the day that my wife Farrah and I finally fulfilled our 2005 New Year's Resolution and joined a health club. You'll remember that I said I like to participate in sports. Well, this desire is only a slight inkling compared to Farrah's intense appetite for competition-especially in sports. Well, the health club offers all of the racketball, basketball, tennis, track, ping pong, etc. that a couple could want to compete against each other in, plus the added bonus of the getting in shape thing. Our niece, Kristen (aka Pokey), seemed to enjoy the competition tonight as well. We had to drag her away with a basketball under one arm and a racketball racket under the other (is there a better name than "racketball racket"?).
Here's what I found out tonight. I've got a lot to work on if I'm going to do the health club thing. My first clue was when we passed by the free weight room where there were about 50 guys who all looked like they were training for that Iron Man competition. Upon expressing my desire to go in an check out the weights my wife said "let me go with you to make sure you don't get hurt". She then offered to spot for me. Then I noticed that I was not properly attired. Yes, I had the traditional wind pants and surf shirt, but what I really needed was baggy shorts and a tank top. These would have to be specially purchased to accent one's shaved calves and forearms, while bringing proper attention to the biceps. And oh yes, my tennies were definitely not right. I had on my Hilfigers, made for wearing with jeans. Definitely out of place. You've got to have court shoes, man.
So you see, this is a racket (and I don't mean of the racketball variety). You pay all this money to get in shape only to learn that you have to go spend more money for the right attire. Maybe I can get a return on my investment if I win the Iron Man.
Godspeed,
dB
Let me begin by sending a shout out to Bradley (I refer to him as B-max...long story) for the opportunity to host his blog this week. I'm definitely pumped about it. I've been a blog reader for a while now, but this marks the first time I've blogged for public consumption. B-max tells me that the subject is sports, but that I do have poetic license. Emphasis on poetic. That's right, I'm the iBid guy that you've all come to know and love. When I have spare time I work as an underwriter for a workers' compensation insurance company, serve on the youth committee at church, and teach high school boys Sunday School.
I'm not quite the sports analyst that Bradley is, but I do consider myself a casual sports fan. I actually enjoy participating in sports more so than watching/reading/talking about them. I'm happy to say that I was not quite dead last in 90&9's recent NCAA Men's Basketball Bracket.
By the way, today is an important day. According to The Writers' Almanac (a site that I'll be referring to again this week), on this date in 1923 Yankee Stadium opened in New York City. Now, regardless of who your favorite Major League Baseball team is, you have to love Yankee Stadium in NYC (I know this because Brad viewed a Yankees game there last spring-despite his vow of allegiance to the Astros). The Bambino hit a 3 run homer on that day in 1923 to give the Yankees the win over, you guessed it, the Boston Red Sox. I'm not going there.
The other important thing about today is that today is the day that my wife Farrah and I finally fulfilled our 2005 New Year's Resolution and joined a health club. You'll remember that I said I like to participate in sports. Well, this desire is only a slight inkling compared to Farrah's intense appetite for competition-especially in sports. Well, the health club offers all of the racketball, basketball, tennis, track, ping pong, etc. that a couple could want to compete against each other in, plus the added bonus of the getting in shape thing. Our niece, Kristen (aka Pokey), seemed to enjoy the competition tonight as well. We had to drag her away with a basketball under one arm and a racketball racket under the other (is there a better name than "racketball racket"?).
Here's what I found out tonight. I've got a lot to work on if I'm going to do the health club thing. My first clue was when we passed by the free weight room where there were about 50 guys who all looked like they were training for that Iron Man competition. Upon expressing my desire to go in an check out the weights my wife said "let me go with you to make sure you don't get hurt". She then offered to spot for me. Then I noticed that I was not properly attired. Yes, I had the traditional wind pants and surf shirt, but what I really needed was baggy shorts and a tank top. These would have to be specially purchased to accent one's shaved calves and forearms, while bringing proper attention to the biceps. And oh yes, my tennies were definitely not right. I had on my Hilfigers, made for wearing with jeans. Definitely out of place. You've got to have court shoes, man.
So you see, this is a racket (and I don't mean of the racketball variety). You pay all this money to get in shape only to learn that you have to go spend more money for the right attire. Maybe I can get a return on my investment if I win the Iron Man.
Godspeed,
dB
Haven't seen you in a while, but I'm glad your doing well (and glad that you're jumping into the blogging thing at least for a time).
Dude, you're a racketball fan! I love that game. Let me know if you ever want me to come play.
Sean L (Shalisha's husband)
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rocketman |
Tue Apr 19, 02:56:00 PM 2005