Friday, February 29, 2008

Remember the Supes!

When I was a kid, I wasn't too into sports. My dad had my bros and I play in the local YMCA (or was it B&G Club?) basketball teams when we were 6 or 7. I was horrible. I remember crying in a game because I got called for a foul when I CLEARLY did not; the other guy flopped.

I remember watching ball games with my dad, though I didn't quite understand what the big deal was. Instead of saying "swish!" on a, well, swish, Dad was say, "tswa," as, apparently that is how you say "swish" in Chinese.

I seem to remember seeing the Sonics win their championship in 79 when I was 7. I don't remember things that well in my childhood. It's becoming more and more clear that I actually have a lousy memory for things.

What I do remember was being in second grade, in Miss Jones' class (who would die sometime in an auto accident or something), giving a Show and Tell presentation of my favorite new posession, the 1978-1979 World Champion Seattle SuperSonics book!

Just flipping through it now, I see the uncomfortably short shorts, the flowing locks, the incredible aerial photo of the SODO looking north in 79, and my name scrawled on the inside of page 2.

I remember being in front of the class, at the same school that Haley now attends, talking about a picture of a scrub, Lars Hansen, "slamming dunk" the ball. I remember saying "slamming dunk" and realizing how dumb that was.

Later in life I started watching the Mariners and learning about the art of baseball. The M's were terrible, but I enjoyed the process anyway.

Then came 1984. I was in the throes of middle school, and my obsession was the Seahawks. I would stay at a friend's house for a sleep-over and we'd stay up naming all the players. One of us would give a jersey number, the other the player. We could name them all. I'd watch a game on Sunday, then dread doing my homework in the remainder of the day.

So by now, I was interested in all of Seattle's major sports. As I got older and the teams would get better or worse, I didn't go to many games, but I loved watching them on TV and reading about them the next morning. In college, I'd listen to Sonics games as we didn't have cable, and, even then, the games weren't on TV as much as they are now.

In the 90s, as George Karl was in town to coach the Supes, I became obsessed again. It helped that Dad's business did some advertising on KJR (who broadcasted the Supes then) and we would be invited to their suite from time to time. Watching games from there was always fun.

We also had the extreme good fortune to catch the last Supes vs Bulls Finals game in Seattle (before they went to Chicago and lost for good). I can't even tell you any details about it (bad memory, remember?) but I do remember that after the game, I was hanging out my dad's car window, screaming with the fans on the street and just loving life.

I remember how upset I was when they traded Shawn Kemp for Vin Baker. I remember how upset I was when they traded the Glove for Ray Allen. I remember how upset I was when they traded Ray Allen for Jeff Green. All this time, I consider myself a passionate Sonics fan, but not the guy who goes to games, or owns jerseys, or writes his congressman to stop the move.

I guess the reason I'm writing this is to say that I care. I spent some time reading Bill Simmons' columns (here and here) on the Sonics' mess. Basically he asked readers to write in and apparently he got about 5000 emails on the Sonics from all around the world. Some of the emails brought tears to my eyes and made me realize just how empty winter will be around her without the Sonics to watch every few nights.

Heck, even tonight, I got to go on a double date with Marci and another couple and, wouldn't you know it, there were TVs in the bathroom over the urinals! I knew the Supes were playing Miami at home tonight, and, while peeing, I got to see the halftime score (46-41, Heat). If I was at home, I would've watched (they lost), but the point is, I suppose, that I love this team. Sure, they suck. Bad. But, when they're on, I'm watching.

Anyway, take some time to read the emails in the links above. Spend some time watching Sonics highlights on YouTube. Watch Kevin Durant when they play next.

Remember the Supes!



Sunday, February 24, 2008

Update time

I watched a movie called "Once" last night, about two musicians in Ireland. I was told it was quite good and that I should check it out. I really enjoyed it, much more than what I watched the previous night, the horrible "Miami Vice".

Anyway, there's one scene in it where the two main characters are in a music store and one teaches the other a song he's written. It is very simple. He's on guitar, she's on piano and the song is FREAKIN' AMAZING. It's simply beautiful and I got a little choked up during it. The melody, the feeling with which the characters sang, the musicianship, well it was all gorgeous.

I feel like a bit of a bandwagon jumper (because I like the song so much), but the song, "Falling Slowly", won an Oscar tonight. Quite cool, if you ask me. Do yourself a favor and check out "Once".

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In other news I have rehearsal tomorrow for the first time in 9 weeks. Last time we got together was 12/17. I know this because I recorded it and have been listening to it since then. We have 3 shows coming up in March, including an acoustic one in Bellingham, so we need to get our practice on. I can't wait; it's been way too long.

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Did a 20 minute cardio workout today. Let it be told that I HATE JUMPING LUNGES. Geez. Do a few of those and I'm done. The good news is that I worked out 3 times this week. Go me!

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I guess that's it for now. I gotta go watch the Harrison Ford interview on Barbara Walters now. Indiana Jones in the house!

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Workin' out, getting skinny

Well, yes and no. I'm on hold with Dell right now so I figured I'd put up a post. This week and last week, I've been doing On Demand workouts. Basically I put on some shoes, go downstairs and watch a guy on TV tell me how to work out. It's more exciting than the treadmill and it kicks my butt.

Last week it was some sort or "cardio blast" for about 25 minutes. After each time (Mon and Wed), I was a sweaty wreck. Nauseous. Winded. Tired. But I accomplished it.

This week I've done two 10 minute workouts. Short, yes, but also quite intense. One is a workout with a resistance band. That isn't actually too bad. But the guy does have me do about 15 jump lunges and those KILL. I get winded and my legs burn, but, again, I accomplished it. The other workout is focused on abs and, let me tell you, I HATE AB WORKOUTS. Crunches suck. Leg lifts suck. Anything where you have to lift your head off the mat sucks.

Diet-wise, I haven't changed much of anything. Well, I haven't had a soft drink in about 2 months or so. I've been drinking lots of water and juice.

Give me a few more months and maybe I'll be squeezing into that Speedo yet.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

An Ode to Marci

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I can't say that I'm a big fan of this holiday. Don't get me wrong; I love my wife. My love knows no bounds. Unless it's Valentine's Day, that is.

As much as I want to get her something nice (and I have in the past), I didn't put much effort into it this year. I did go to a jewelry store today with Haley and looked at some necklaces. The ones I checked out started at $800. $800??!! I was thinking more like $100-$150 or so. Then again, I was in downtown Bellevue, in a store where you have to be buzzed in to get in. Poor store choice on my part.

But it's not that I don't want to get her something nice. It's just that I feel obligated to do so. Now, she has told me that she didn't want anything, but, c'mon. What girl doesn't want something on Valentine's Day? I just flipped over to 1800flowers.com and saw some of their bouquets. Nice. But $59.99 nice? Marci got me flowers last year and it was super sweet. I had no idea, but they were delivered to my work. What did I get her? I don't even remember.

So now it's 11:45pm and I have yet to get her anything. She did mention that she wanted a massage so I may hoof it over to Gene Juarez to get one for her. I did tell her that I was going to take her and the kids out to dinner tomorrow (the place I wanted to go, Koi in Bellevue, apparently is now closed. Super!) so she gets the night off. I'd like to pawn the kids off on someone, but who's gonna babysit for us on Valentine's Day?

And, to make matters worse (or increase my guilt, I suppose), I was headed upstairs a little bit ago and was told not to come up yet. What's that mean? I get something for V Day, I think. Some gift of some sort. I don't even have a card for her.

I guess I could give excuses. As in, I had a super busy day today. Couldn't barely get out of the office. Had to pick Haley up from Chinese class, then pick Riley up from my parents. Had to get them to bed as Marci was at work, so I couldn't go out. So what about other days to go get her something? And, isn't there something called the internet??

I suck as a husband!

Since I know she reads my blog from time to time, I suppose I could write an Ode to Marci or something? Would that be corny? I think so. But then again, my love knows no bounds, right? Time to put that English degree to work.

Ahem.


An Ode to Marci

Way, way back in '93
I met a woman named Marci

Her hair was brown
Her eyes were blue

She was engaged
This much is true

She was my boss
And at the time

I had no clue
That she'd be mine

Or even one day
We'd procreate

And make two kids
Who are pretty great

With this poetry
I'm sure I impress

Or perhaps,
Since I am under duress

I will ramble,
But, again, I digress.

So, where was I?
Oh, yes, that's right

An Ode to Marci
I'm writing tonight

The girl I love
With all my heart

Is so patient with me
It's like an art

Form of which
I need to study

Since I am not patient,
Which makes me less studly

Her beauty it seems
Is limitless

Like the stories I read
Of princesses

Who live in tall castles
And wait for their knight

In shining armor to arrive
And with all their might

Sweep them off their feet
And bring them to town

To show to the townfolk
That even a clown

Like me has a chance
For apparently

Marci sees something in me
That even I can't see

And for that I'm so grateful
Because it makes

My life so wonderful
That it often takes

My breath away
Because she loves me

Unconditionally,
Warts and all

I'm so lucky.

So what if she's
Afraid of balloons?

Or trains tracks, or heart attacks
She's no buffoon

She's my best friend, my confidant,
My roll in the hay

She's the one I want
At the end of the day

She gets me. She really gets me.
And that's no easy feat.

The fact that she's mine?
Now that's a treat.

I'm proud to be her husband
And the father of her kids

It's quite amazing that
She let me do what I did

Haley and Riley
They are the result

We're a perfect little family
Not exactly a cult

But I needed a rhyme
And "cult" kind of fit

Which tells me it's getting late
And about time to quit

So I'll end it here
With one last thing

I'll get the Kleenex
'Cause I want to bring

Marci to tears
With this little ode

To my Princess
From her Toad

I love you.

xo
G

Monday, February 11, 2008

Updates and stuff

No gym since last Tuesday, but Marci and I did do a workout courtesy of On Demand. It was a half-hour cardio workout with one of the trainers, Bob, from The Biggest Loser. I must be a loser because I was sweating like a PIG afterwards. It was actually pretty cool.

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I picked up a PS3 last week for Blu-Ray purposes. I paid less than $50 for it thanks to some timely Best Buy reward zone points. Why PS3? Well, to make a long story short, I could've gotten a dedicated BD (Blu-Ray Disc) player for $399, but all it would do is play BDs. With the PS3, you get one of the best BD players out there, as well as a smokin' video game machine.

Right now, all I've watched is the in box Spider-Man 3 (which, as a movie, was quite the mess) and a few of my standard DVDs. I have downloaded some game demos, but not made any game purchases.

So far, I like the unit quite a bit. The front end took a little to get used to, but I like it a lot. The one thing that sucks about it though, is that the remote (SIXAXIS controller) is Bluetooth only. In other words, the nice Harmony remote I have is incompatible with the PS3. After a few days of searching, I found that Nyko puts out a cheap little IR remote that that works via USB with the PS3. I hit Fry's yesterday and found one and now my PS3 works with my universal remote.

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I've been spending a lot of time up at my parents' house lately. Haley goes there every Wednesday after school and I pick her up. Marci and Rye have been going up there almost every other day as Marci is using their foot bath. It's some device that uses ions or something to remove toxins from the body. I used it yesterday and it was... interesting.

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I played with a decent drummer at church yesterday. It was nice in that I haven't played with a decent drummer since before Xmas with Sean. Sean says his toe should be up to snuff for rehearsal next week. Also, David from the Scheme has contacted me and wants to get things fired up again. Our plan is to have him, me and the drummer, Gregg, hook up next week as well at a rehearsal studio in Bellevue. We'll see how that works out.

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April and May are looking to be busy and expensive months. We have mine and Haley's birthdays. Rush is putting out a new live CD. Friday Night Lights Season 2 DVDs will be released. Marci's birthday is in May. Indiana Jones comes out in May. Rush visits the Gorge in May. Better start saving now, I suppose.

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Off to work.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Gym Log

Just got back from the gym. Was gonna go last night but punked out.

2.54 miles @ 5.0mph
32:24min
36 bicep curls @ 20lbs + bar
36 crunches
36 push ups

Gotta start somewhere, right???