Friday, November 30, 2007

Fishin' the Redds, Beating the Reds, and Turkey Day

I haven't posted in an eternity, so i figured I would.

One bad thing about BYU is the lack of a break in Fall Semester until Thanksgiving. True, I didn't have a class until September 7th, but I would trade that first week of September for a week off in October. Lucky for me, I made the best of this Thanksgiving break.

On the Friday before Thanksgiving Dallas flew into town, and, as he has done in the past, he didn't tell my mom. We surprised her... totally caught her off guard... which doesn't surprise me one bit.



Teusday I went fishing with Dallas, and his future boss Dave Mortenson. Killer trip where we each landed quite a few fish, a few of them of reasonable size. Fantastic day on the river. Later that night Dallas and I went to the BYU vs Hartford basketball game because I had first row tickets that I had won as a consolation prize in a competition for front row tickets to the BYU vs Utah game. I pulled out as many leg hairs as I could in three minutes, but didn't win... biased judges.

At that basketball game, Dallas was picked to do the halftime 2 layups and a 3 pointer challenge. He put the three pointer down at the buzzer, the crowd went crazy and he got a 100$ gift certificate to the BYU bookstore. I'm pretty sure he won't ever do anything cooler with a basketball, and suggest to never shoot a ball again... why not quit while you're ahead?



Thursday was Thanksgiving(duh), and as Dallas was carving the turkey Max, my 5 year-old nephew looked at the leg and said, "Dallas, you have GOT to give me that drumstick!" Dallas obliged. I snapped this winner. That kid is a champ.



Saturday capped off an amazing week. We started the day by having a tailgate party where we heckled the visiting Utes, wishing them good luck... at the New Mexico bowl. My reaction to the game was about what you would expect. The last time I jumped that high while screaming was about a year ago at Rice Eccles Stadium.. Hall's pass to Collie on fourth and eighteen goes down as the #3 moment I've witnessed. (Behind BYU Miami in 1990, and Beck to Harline last year... and ahead of BYU/Utah 2001 and A&M 1996) What a great game. We rushed the field.



As I was driving home, I had the Cougar Fight Song blaring (and with my system you can REALLY hear it from a good distance) with the windows down and a U fan came up to me and expressed his concern that "those refs were bought off with tithing money!" I told him to come up with a better excuse than that, and that utah had just as many players on the field as BYU did when Unga scored the winning touchdown. Better luck next year!

This weekend is exciting too. 8 great college football games back to back... and you KNOW i'll be watching every one.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

...Rain or Snow!!!

What are my two most favoritest things in the world? Football and snow. What happens when you mix the two? Fantasticness. Absolute fantasticness.








A special thank you goes out to Dallas for loaning me his Gore-Tex pants. Without them I would have been as wet as Dave (the guy in the trash bag).

Friday, September 28, 2007

Heathens at it Again


One of my most favorite things in the world is the Daily Universe, BYU's newswpaper. The sports coverage is good, and everything else they just run AP articles... So it is an OK paper. There are two things worth reading in the Universe, Letters to the Editor (which I have been published in) and the Police Beat. Today's police beat was as follows:

Sept 25: A razor cell phone and a wallet containing $40 cash, credit and debit cards, a driver's license and other various cards were reported stolen from the men's locker room in the Smith Fieldhouse. The victim came out of the shower and saw someone rummaging through his gym bag. He hurriedly got dressed and tried to catch the suspect but he was gone. The suspect was described as a white male in his mid-20s and was wearing a white T-shirt, jeans, athletic shoes and a white baseball cap with U of U in red letters.

Those damn Utes, stealing our razor phones and money... Oh, they'll pay. They'll pay November 24th in Provo. Johnny Harline is still open by the way.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Full Moon



I saw my brother-in-law stick his digital camera up to my dad's spotting telescope while we were in Alaska and snap a picture of a couple of other cruise ships that turned out great. I decided to take these next few shots in my backyard in the next few nights. These are some of the best of those shots.



On Aug. 28 there was a lunar eclipse. These are my shots from that at 4.00am... which is WAY too early to get up. The camera had a hard time focusing in on a half-lit moon.





Sunday, August 19, 2007

Tackle Football



The buildup is intense. The long summer of boring ESPN programing is just one more weekend away from the kickoff of college football. I could not be more excited.

Before too long we'll have NFL regular season, College football, Major league baseball playoff races, NBA and NHL preseason all on the same weekend... or, as I refer to it as, the perfect storm. While ESPN has been forced to follow regular season baseball, David Beckham and the various scandals throughout the summer, Bristol will have more highlights to enter their witty commentary than they will know what to do with. I could not be any more excited.

So, a few more days I will suffer through the Little League world series, regular season baseball and the NFL preseason until I can watch college football, and more specifically, BYU. Go Cougs. I am so excited.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Way Up North



Alaska, the great-white North. The largest State in the Union. In seven days I visited 3 cities and still only saw a sliver of the thing. I saw Ketichican, Skagway, and Juneau. Alaska is a big friggin’ place. I saw a whole bunch of wildlife, and ate a lot of food.



My ship was the Norwegian Sun, but I didn’t see much sun. It was cold, windy, rainy and not exactly what I thought a cruise would be. I did enjoy myself and I can definitely see the benefits of cruising. If a cruise down south were planned, I would most definitely be on board.



The trip really started out on a downer. My Aunt Jeannine planned the trip, emailed everybody countless times, followed up with everything, booked tickets and organized literally everything to get all 21 of us up there including my Grandparents, their children and grandchildren. A huge kudos goes out to her in getting this crazy crew of 21 together. My Grandma, after a few days on the ship was not feeling well enough to continue and finish the cruise. Jeannine, Dan and my Grandparents then got off the ship and flew home. Things like this just happen and you have to do what you have to do, but the whole family really missed all four of them for the rest of the vacation.

The ship sailed out of Vancouver. That is an awesome city in and of itself. I had no idea how big it was. It was cold and rainy there, but the clouds lifted enough to see the skyline. The only way that city could have been cooler was if it weren’t in Canada.

The first stop was in Ketchican. My brother and I got up early to go salmon fishing. The river we fished was way cool, and it was fun to throw a fly in Alaska. That fulfilled one of my things to do before I die. The only thing I guess I could have wished for, was fish to fish to. There were fish in the river, but they were further down from where we were. We tried to move down into another hole, but another guide with another group kept us from catching anything.

The highlight of that trip came while we were fishing a bear crossed a downed tree. I was watching my line, and my brother called out, BEAR! We all looked downstream and I snapped this shot. When I grabbed my camera and turned it on, the bear was just climbing onto the log. He was running at full stride, and I “bear-ly” had enough time to take the picture. Bears are cool, and I think that the black bears are best.




Its a good thing it didn't come close to me, because I would have brought out my mean face.





Other than the bear, the fishing trip was a bust. My other siblings went on a kayaking trip that day, and while the prospect of catching a fish in Alaska had a huge draw… we did get screwed.

The second stop was Juneau. I wish we had stopped in Juneau for longer. Juneau is the only state capital that has no roads in or out. In all of Juneau there is only like 92 miles of road total. Our bus driver/tour guide on our excursion was from Pleasant Grove, and was one of a large group of LDS boys working as tour guides this summer. That would be fun, for a few weeks. But I think it might get old pretty quick.

In Juneau I saw whales. Wow, whales are awesome. I saw them “bubble feed” which isn’t terribly different than when the Stripped Bass “boil.” They circle around the fish or shrimp or whatever they’re eating, then blow bubbles corner them into a huge circle and then they all surface and eat. I know that’s not the best description, but what we saw was about 13 whales surfacing head first all at the same time. It was pretty cool. They’d be gone for about 5 minutes and then all of a sudden BOOM 13 whales jumping. That was cool. I didn't get a great picture of it, but in this one you can see a few tails, a back or two and a bunch of puffs of air from the whales blow-hole.



The third day was possibly the most scenic. The town was Skagway and the boat stopped (in some ways regrettably) there for the longest period of time. Juneau would have been in my opinion the best city to be in for a whole day because of the variety of tours available there. Skagway was still very nice. My immidiate family and I went on a train up a huge glacial formed canyon saw a glacier, visited a gold mining town, panned for gold, had smoked salmon and visited a brothel museum. The brothel museum was an interesting experience. One sexual innuendo after another, after another, after another. These places tell the same jokes every 15 minutes or so, but everyone we were there with certainly thought that every joke was funnier than the other. I could only handle so much.




One great thing about this cruise was the food. My cousin Andi cannot eat gluten and the crew in the restaurants were so good to work with her. Other than that, my stomach hasn’t growled in a week. All day there was something to eat somewhere. Room service was apart of the whole thing, so my cousin that I roomed with, Brett and I ordered pizza just about every night.



Now that I’ve mentioned Brett I do need to talk about him for a little bit. This kid is a crack up. He’s going to be a senior this year at East and could go pretty close to anywhere he wants for college. He got some award from the Governor a few years back, and is just wicked smart. We roomed together and he nearly got me to spit milk out of my nose more than once. Funny kid.

The weather was good for most of the days I was off of the boat, but while on the boat there was a lot of rain and wind. One night my cousins and I were soaking in the hot tub and the weather was so intense it was nearly impossible to sit facing the wind without getting pelted in the eye with a 90 mile-an-hour rain drop. That made getting out of the hot tub even less appealing. We only got out when the guy closing the hot tub down for the night kicked us out.

The weather was colder than I anticipated, and even without my Grandparents, Jeannine and Dan the ship still continued to sail on, and the cruise turned out to be really fun. I would definitely recommend it.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Tastes like Chicken


I have been spending a lot of time on the golf course as of late. A lot of time. I wish I would have gotten into golf more as a little kid. If I would have been encouraged to work on my putting like I was to practice the piano, maybe I wouldn’t be as bad right now. But then again, a large part of the enjoyment I find in golf is improvement, the struggle and the psychology of the game.

My friends have created a wonderful tradition that I have been invited into recently, and I started at the bottom of the pecking order.

Every time the guys from Brick Oven, Parker, Trevor, Kyle and Ron play they keep score meticulously and write it down in a book to keep track of wins, and more importantly for this entry, losses. Later this summer we’re trying to put together a big trip down to St. George to just play golf all weekend long. Ron’s getting married in August and, not that married people aren’t invited, they just don’t have the money to do fun things. So I’m replacing Ron as Divorced Guy No. 2, playing second fiddle to Parker.

The winner is awarded “The Medallion.” Kyle is the owner of “The Medallion” right now. Until he plays, and someone beats him, it will stay attached to his bag. Winning “The Medallion of Victory” will also go into the scorebook to document the victory, which obviously will ensure an immortality of fame. Aside from that, the victor will be entitled to talk smack for the next long while. The direction of the trash talk may be focused at any player, but special concentration is typically centered on the loser, who gets the opposite of glory, which of course it unglory.

The loser is awarded “The Rubber Chicken.” The Rubber Chicken is also attached to the loser’s golf bag and cannot be removed for ANY reason until he plays and doesn’t lose. In addition to the shame of playing with a rubber chicken on his bag, and being forced to answer questions when playing with other people, the keeper of the chicken is the target of absolute scrutiny, and unbridled trash talk. Winning the Medallion I would have to assume, never winning the Medallion myself must feel like NOT coming in last and becoming the new, or continued chicken keeper.

Despite the considerable amount of money I have put into my golf bag this summer, and despite the drastic improvement of my game since last year, I played the worst game of the season and just missed a putt that would have prevented the “Rubber Chicken of Shame” from being attached to my golf bag, and so here it is in all of its shameful glory, “The Rubber Chicken of Shame.”



I spent an three hours after work today working on my short game… I am very motivated to get rid of this chicken before I go to Alaska on Sunday. Two guys asked me, “What’s with the chicken?” and when I answered they thought our tradition was funny. I failed to see the humor. I will not sleep well knowing I got whooped last time the rubber chicken was on the line. As the incumbent chicken keeper, I am working hard to rid myself of this humiliating embarrassment.

Friday, July 06, 2007

My New Room

Since March I have been living in the basement of my parents house in a room without a real closet. I just have been using the guest bedroom's closet for those things that need to be hung such as suits, dress shirts, pants and ties. I have gotten on without a closet down here, but walking up an entire flight of stairs was becoming to be a bit combersom. In addition to my slight case of slothfulness, my brother moved into the guest room and took up half of that closet and inspired me to put a wardrobe into my downstairs room.

In the initial brainstorm session, I thought a wire wardrobe bought at Wal-Mart or target would do the trick, but that would be too easy, too quick and too tacky. 3 months, a fresh coat of paint on the walls and 5 wardrobe boxes from Ikea (6 if you count the one I tried to set up by myself, exploded and fell on my foot... I don't count it, but you can if you want) later I have a new room, with more than just a closet, its an orginizational system. Here are some photos... and Guy, Lorien, Dallas... spare the gay jokes. I'm not gay.





Thursday, May 31, 2007

Go Jazz Go!



This memorial day I went to the Jazz game. The first, second and fourth quarters were not fun to watch, but the third was great. If you have never been to a playoff game, you need to. Because they're awesome!

My buddies and I got the tickets off of a scalper website for fifty bucks each, and we were glad to pay it. Turns out, the tickets were on the very top row in the upper bowl. There could not have been a further away place to sit while watching the game at the arena. With all things considered, I'd do it again... in a heartbeat. More than worth the 50 bucks, and I would definately do it again.

While I was there I saw a flyer up against the wall behind my seat. I can't but help think about how effective marketing this flyer was. Who else to market good seats than those who are in bad ones?



After sitting on the back row I thought to myself, "Man I better get on next season's tickets....wait.... I'm not buying season tickets!" They almost tricked me into it though.