I spent a good portion of my day, downtown doing more scanning work, amongst some other things for Corey, and as I'm on my way home, I gaze into the Green Turtle and notice Andy, Jeff, and Mary, enjoying a game of trivia. So at this point, I decide the only reasonable thing is to stop in and say hello. As I am about to walk in the door, Mary is walking out and appears to be headed in another direction. I was able to catch up with her though and the first thing she asks me is if I am going to the next Friday night Orioles home game. She goes on to explain that she will be in attendance and while I am permitted to attend as well, I can not say hi to her or acknowledge her existence in any way shape or form if I so happen to see her.Now, if you know me, and you know Mary, you must know that there is no way possible that this could ever happen. I mean, I just think of the good ol' days, when Heavy D and I used to drive around the hood in the Tiburon, honking the horn, and leaning out the windows yelling Mary's name loudly as she was rollerblading. I mean Mary is quite possibly one of my favorite people, and she expects me not to acknowledge her existence at a baseball game? It's preposterous.
Due to some car issues, I went out to the Hunt Valley area to pick up Steve from the dealership. Upon picking him up, I had to make one pit stop to drop off a package at an office building in Lutherville. This turned out to quite possibly be the highlight of my day, as right next to the office building, was a large building named "Redzone". The building display said something about Laser Tag, Urban Miniature Golf, and a Laser Maze. At this point, it was evident that we were both checking this place out. The place was closed, but the owner gave us the grand tour, and basically "Redzone" is everything that is awesome rolled into one. On Tuesday and Friday nights, there is unlimited Laser Tag for 20 bucks. So in the next few weeks, it has become quite clear that we need to rock out a large group of people to this facility and just get sick with it, playing some old school laser tag. Creech and Brann are already sold on the idea, and will be making the trip from Calvert County this weekend just to participate. Anyone who reads this and feels the need to participate is more than welcome.
I just got back from the gym, and while I was there I became kinda frightened or perhaps maybe just bothered, by a trio of guys that were in the gym as well. These three guys were all lifting and rocking jorts. I strongly believe that jorts are a type of clothing that needs to stay inside the boundaries of a lovely place known as Dundalk.
I was talking with Pat last night and Pat is one that is always up for playing games. Now, some of the times these aren't even games, but I try and let Pat have his moment and just go with the flow. Pat asked me to list my favorite NBA players by position and choose an alternate as well. So here is what my team looks like:
PG- Steve Blake- Some Terrapin love here. Total assist man.
SG- Michael Jordan- The greatest player of all time
SF- Toni Kukoc- Toni Fuckin Kukoc
PF- Dennis Rodman- The ultimate badass. Rodman may quite possibly be on of the coolest athletes of all time.
C- Rik Smits- His nickname is "The Dunkin Dutchmen" need I say more?
6th Man- Chris Anderson- Just freaking crazy. Love the tats and the Mohawk, plus the man knows how to party.
Over the course of my day, I began to think of the other 6 players, I would choose to fill my squad and this is what I came up with.
Kyle Korver- Honestly, watch Korver play a game, look at his hairstyle, and tell me that he honestly doesn't give every white kid out there hope that they can make the NBA.
Mark Eaton- Google image Mark Eaton, than look at the rebounding and blocks he put up, and tell me this man is not worthy of the mention.
Charles Oakley- Throw him in a ring with Dennis Rodman, and only one person is coming out alive, that's a guarantee and now their both on the same team.
Steve Kerr- Plain and simple, the man can drain it from deep.
Muggsy Bogues- Gotta throw some love to B-More here, plus having a guy who is shorter than your average mom, is kinda cool.
Keith Van Horn- It's really all about the socks.
If this team were to ever be assembled, I'd be depleting my bank account and buying season tickets.
My apologies to John Stockton, Scottie Pippen, and Detlef Scremph, who all fell just a tad short of making the team.
My memory kinda fails me at the moment, but I know Pat's team consisted of Isiah, Magic, McHale, and Lambier, and I must say they would make a pretty formidable squad themselves.
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