The Murray State News had an article about our A-Team recently - it was the second article about such a topic within a week that featured quotes from me...and I have to say that's a little snazzy; we never get publicity. Read more... )

When I tallyhoed across the countryside to the West Virginia borderlands last weekend, I missed out on BBQ on the River in Paducah. Dad, being part of the Buzzard Bros, got to help them bring in a whopping $33,000 in three days. None too shabby, folks ( Read more... )

Victory, ladies and gents. This weekend the A-Team went to the University of the Cumberlands, nestled in the foothills of Appalachia, and we defeated all comers. Well, all except Ohio University (Southern). Even that one was really close, but they pulled away at the end, and they're fun to play anyhow. Most importantly, though, we beat Georgetown ( Read more... )

Friday, September 14th, was the appointed time for my 22nd birthday party, and coincidentally, the tenth anniversary of the death of my maternal grandmother. This night, like it's predecessor of a decade, would be long remembered, though thankfully for reasons less grim ( Read more... )

Yes, I just said that. Last weekend was epic enough that Homer, I think, would have recorded it as the Aliad. Who, then, is Odysseus? I don't think that Sprouse and I breaching the bathroom and sanitizing it would count as a return to our respective Ithaca ( Read more... )

If last weekend had a theme color, it would be violet. Friday night was that of my birthday party. My 22nd birthday proper had been Wednesday, which was a pretty cool day. Mom came to Murray; we ate at Mugsy's with Uncle Paul and my cousin Laura. Afterwards I went to Vitello's with the posse , and joined forces with my birthday-mate Kathryn Stone. ( Read more... )

This Friday I began a weekend that trumped even the adventures of last weekend. I started off Friday night at the Keg, where I drank most of a pitcher of beer. Then, I had a few more beers. Trump, A.J. Casey, Derek Owen and I went south to equip ourselves for the weekend. At Trump's place, I had a whiskey highball that didn't mix well at all with ( Read more... )

Last Thursday was Bro-Daddy Fest, a.k.a. Reese's show in the Thoroughbrewed Cafe. Or, the Thoroughbroed. About thirty seconds into the first song, a string popped off his guitar - a near-disaster, but one from which he recovered. Mr Hawkins and his companero, Cameron, did a fine job, I thought. Also, the live-action Garbage Pail Kids movie is ( Read more... )

I reckon it's high time I got back to this little chunk of the Internet I call home. Nick's was pretty fun - it was the only time all summer I got to see a lot of the old Heathans. We *almost* hung out afterwards in the rear parking lot of Concord Elementary, which would've been surreal. We ended up in Lindsey's yard, though, which was just itchy ( Read more... )

The Road Department gives no quarter...although you can still manage to come out a few ahead if you know where to look. This past Friday was Dan's last day (as well as that of the other two remaining summer helpers), so the good folks of the MCRD decided to have us a pizza party "retirement dinner." Pretty rad day. We worked half the day and came ( Read more... )