One down, NBA to go

The NFL is back. And I really am excited about it. But I’d be more excited if we were going to have an NBA season too. It got me thinking about where sports rank for me.

The NBA is at the top of my list as far as sports go. (Go Jazz).

Then I’d put college football.

Then the NFL.

Then college basketball.

The Washington Nationals have recently helped me rekindle my love of baseball, but it is still a bit down the list.

Then all the rest, like Hockey, UFC, and Nascar tie for an abysmal last place. We could get rid of these sports all together and I wouldn’t be too upset.

When it comes to sports seasons, I’d rank them as follows:

1. Fall – Baseball playoffs, NFL/College Football Season, NBA begins, plus the weather is wonderful.

2. Spring – Basketball season finale/playoffs, March Madness, Baseball spring training/season.

3. Winter – Skiing, NBA action, NFL playoffs/Super Bowl, Bowl Games.

4. Summer – This can vary, if it’s at all like this summer, a definite last place. But last summer was the world cup, next summer is the 2012 Olympics, which can increase the value. Other than that, Mid-season baseball and the WNBA just make me a little upset.

My favorite sports months follow suit with the seasons:

1. October

2. March

3. December

So you can imagine how awful it would have been for me to have both the NFL and NBA locked out this year. It would have thrown off my entire ranking system. This summer might have been one of the worst in history as far as watching sportscenter is concerned. The only things that made it worthwhile were Hope Solo and Alex Morgan during the epic Women’s World Cup.

It does feel nice to have NFL highlights again in preparation for the season. But I wish they’d get the NBA going soon.

As long as I’m wishing for things though, I might as well pick and choose the super combination of sports. If it were up to me, I’d always have it be December. Great sports month. Fresh snow on the ground. NFL is wrapping up. Bowl games full swing. My birthday and Christmas fall in that month. The only thing that would make it better would be to somehow move March Madness into December. It need a new name obviously. But that would just be the most glorious month of sports ever. I’d never want it to end.

One more thing—Go Jazz!

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I Would Jump

I walk to work everyday across the Key Bridge into Georgetown. And for nearly two months, I’ve asked myself the same question: Would I jump off?

Not in a weird, suicidal way. But more in the I-think-I-could-survive-slash-thrill-seeking sort of way. I look over the green guard rails into the misty Potomac River and wonder. 

From the top, it doesn’t seem too far. At least a drop that high shouldn’t kill me or anything. But sometimes your vision can be misleading. From down on the river, the height to the top seems a lot more daunting. I went canoeing on the Potomac a few weeks ago and got a different perspective. From the water up, it definitely looks a lot higher. Which probably factored into why it has taken me so long to make a final decision.

 

Here are some of the stats I looked up for the bridge: It was built in 1923 and is now the oldest standing bridge into the district. Most importantly, it stands at just under 100 feet from the top. That sounds even worse now that I’m typing it myself. There is no research that has actually been done in this area, for obvious reasons. But I’m sure you could somehow calculate it with physics somehow. The highest recorded jump into water is something like 172 feet. The Golden Gate Bridge is 220 feet, and people almost always die from that fall.

 

Part of my decision may be skewed based on the weather patterns of DC. In the summer time, it is usually over 90-100 degrees every day, and I walk across this bridge two times. It can get pretty sweaty out there. So a flowing river beneath me seems very appealing on most days.

 

This was a difficult process despite the fact that I will never actually get the chance to do it. They would need to make a space between the rails to jump from, I would need to be in a swimming suit, and I need to make sure it is deep enough.

 

Regardles, after weighing my options and considering the pros and cons of this entirely hypothetical situation, I have decided that I would jump.

 

Wish me luck.

 

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The World We Live In

I know everyone always talks about how terrible the world is, but I also think we live in a miraculous time. Especially in our modern digital world.

My whole outlook was slightly altered by one simple girl yesterday. And then by the millions of people that followed. If any of you were on Twitter yesterday, you may have seen that a certain trending topic. You may have had several people in your timeline mention it. Hopefully you were even decent enough to mention it yourself.

#alicebucketlist

A 15 year old girl who is terminal with cancer made a bucket list. One of her wishes was to trend on Twitter.

That was all she wanted.

And all it took from the millions of Twitter users around the world was a simple tweet, or a retweet. And it could possibly make this one girl's life that much better. And within a matter of minutes, the Twitter army had done its work, and #alicebucketlist was trending worldwide. It's nice to know that we were able to make someone's life better, and make the world a more united place. Even just 5 years ago, I probably never would have even heard of Alice or her illness. But I like to think I helped her cross this one thing off her list. That's how the world has improved.

So as much as the evil in this world continues to grow, there is also a strong force of good out there.

Why don't we all look for some way we can change someone else's life for the better. Even if it's just a simple retweet.

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Who's that new kid?

Most people are thinking this very question in my office today. They will probably continue thinking it for the rest of the week. Well, other than the handful of people that I was introduced to and shook hands with in passing in my inaugural office tour. Those people are probably thinking to themselves, "What's that kids name again?"

And so goes my first real internship.

It's like being the new kid at school after your parents moved you to a new city. Which I never actually experienced. So I'm really just assuming that this is what that feels like.

I'm excited to get to work. I just wish I was 2 weeks in already. I'm sure we'll be sipping on champagne (figurative) and looking back on the "good 'ol days" amidst deep rolling laughter (literal) in no time. Until then, we'll just exchange awkard glances and "hello's" until either they or I must up the courage to re-introduce ourselves.

(sigh) Life is good.

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A girl and a mustache

Two of my favorite things. Preferably not together. I like a good girl, and I like a good mustache.

But let me clarify what I mean by this. I've decided that the girl I marry will let me grow a mustache. I feel like that previous sentence also needs to be clarified. I do not want to grow a mustache. I appreciate a good mustache as I stated before, but I do not personally need to grow one. So why even bring it up? Well, I would like the assurance that if I ever wanted to grow a mustache, I could. That says so much more.

This might seem crazy, and sometimes when I say it loud, I agree. But for the type of girl I am looking for, she will understand the weird obsession that men have with wearing a nice little blanket on your upper lip. I know that I personally do not look respectable while I have one, nor do most men. This is obvious. Sometimes, though, it's about more than outward appearance. A man with a mustache is much funnier than a man without one. It says something about a man's character to walk around in public with one. But it says a lot more about the girl on his arm.

Any girl that understands this is welcome to apply for the job. I let my mustache do the talking.

Future, here I come

Graduation is just over a week away. For a long time, I didn't know where I'd be when school ended. But the right place came around and I couldn't be more stoked about it.

Check them out: AKQA.com

And as long as we're being honest, I still have no idea what the letters stand for. But that doesn't matter, because everything else is just what I I was looking for. AKQA is ideas first. They are all about innovation.They are a fairly small sized shop, and the creative department is a really close knit group. I feel like I am going to fit in just fine.

I contacted the recruiter through Twitter and found information about applying for internships. She asked me to send her my portfolio. A few weeks later, they contacted me about doing a phone interview with one of the teams from the DC office. The three guys I interviewed with were super awesome and I got an awesome vibe from their office. I've always found myself in a niche area for advertising, and everything they talked to me about seemed right down my alley. They said it might take a few days for them to make a decision, but that they felt comfortable letting me know that it was just between me and one other person. And the next morning, I had an email with an internship offer to join them.

So from June to August I will be a resident of our Nation's Capitol.

Come visit if you'd like. Or not. Whatever.

Just don't fax me please.

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Monopoly Money

I'm curious if I'm alone on this opinion, or if others feel the same way. 

Cash feels like Monopoly money to me. 

Anytime I have it in my wallet, I spend it. When you're playing Monopoly, you usually just drop the cash, buy up everything you can, and hope to land on free parking every once in a while. There's no accountability. Because ultimately, if you run out of money, you just get to step out of a meaningless game that takes up 16 hours of your life anyway.

I've grown so accustomed to swiping my card, that now it almost feels like my real money, and the real stuff feels fake. Here's my biggest problem: I hate receipts. I don't want to hold on to a flimsy, worthless piece of paper. Not even in my pocket. But I know that if I don't keep it, I won't remember where I spent that money. At least when I use my credit or debit card, every penny of it shows up on my bank statement. So it's like I have to deal with spending the money twice. Which keeps me in check. Spending the money once with cash isn't enough anymore. Some people may hate that because they feel guilty, but I'd rather feel guilt now than feel bankrupt later.

Sorry Mr. Washington, I hate you.

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