Gosh, it depresses me every time the Olympics end. Seriously. That flyover of the local terrain accompanied by the Olympic theme song that NBC does? Tears.
We’ll hop the train to Vancouver today for 7 hours of Olympics. I’ve spent more hours swimming than we’ll be spending in the Olympic city, but the Winter Games (or any games from that mater) will most likely not be this close again. Tickets to any event are $200+ per ticket for the worst seat at the least popular event, sso it’s safe to say we’re not watching any in person. We hear of long lines and $15 bottles of water, but we’re simply looking to wander and observe. I did it 4 years ago in Italy, and I got to make fun of this kids slap shot.
My eternal man crush, former Southern Miss running back, Damion Fletcher this week in a practice facility in Atlanta.
There is no goal line stand to hold such an athlete.
I love blogs. Good blogs. When I find good blogs, I love to learn from them and share them.
FlyThroughOurWindow.com is a website run by a Southern mother who seems to spend her days making pastries with her three unbelievably adorable children.
Yeah. This just happened:
Mississippi College is looking into the arrests last week of three football players on felony drug charges, a school official said this afternoon.
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Autry is charged with possession with intent to deliver cocaine and possession with intent to deliver marijuana. Evans is charged with possession with intent to deliver cocaine, possession with intent to deliver marijuana and possession of paraphernalia. And Willis is charged with possession with intent to deliver cocaine, possession with intent to deliver marijuana and possession of less than an ounce of marijuana.
MC street cred? Up.
You know that moment when you realize that you’ve been singing a song wrong your entire life? How about a song you sang practically every Sunday in church since you were 3-years-old? That happened to me over the weekend when I challenged Jasper friend John Byars to complete the following chorus which the members of Jasper’s First Baptist Church sang at the end of each service for the better part of 3 decades.
- I’m so glad I’m a part of the Family of God,
I’ve been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His Blood!
Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod,
For I’m part of the family,
The Family of God
That part in bold? I’ve always said ‘hands’. Makes sense, right? I thought so, too.
Seriously. Just wait. But I couldn’t find the triple deke (the childhood Gordon Bombay one, or Charlie’s winning shot).
Yes, we’re headed to Vancouver Friday. No, we don’t have tickets to any events.
However, I took a day trip to the last Olympic games in Torino and had a blast, though this time I won’t be sleeping on the floor of a train station, and I doubt we’ll make it on TV again.
Chelsea and I are taking the Amtrak train across the border for part of the day Friday to visit the venues, watch events LIVE, and tell NBC how terrible their coverage is.
It’s fun to watch the Olympics. Almost as much fun as the bandwagon, know-it-all fans we all become every Olympics.
Reader Jody Gambrell wants to know “Since when did everyone start loving hockey and hating Canada?” I think it’s the new version of us “Loving gymnastics/hating young Chinese gymnasts”.
Pictures inside Vancouver’s Olympic Village.
(Yes. The title is a play on The OC. If it took me pointing it out in order to make and impact, then I have failed.)
Amy will stab you with a marshmallow-tipped coat hanger. Wouldn’t be such a bad thing since I can die happy after 5 days of ~60 degrees and sunny.
I must say that my favorite part about these Olympics have been exchanging comments in real time via Twitter. It’s always nice to know that we’re thinking the same thing.
