Stanley Cup....

So those of you who know the Price-Herbert household when hockey playoffs come around and the Red Wings are in it, it can get a little crazy. Now I was born and raised in Denver CO so to be marrying a Detroit Red Wing fan- some say it could be sacrilegious.....for me, I have not loved hockey as much as I do since I have met Steve. SO going for the Red Wings at this point is for him and his sanity. So onward to the games.
Game one- Saturday
Now as soon as Detroit beats the Dallas Stars- they put up a full screen with the schedule of when Detroit is playing Pittsburg and sure enough, Game one is Saturday- the same day Steve has concert tickets to see some hoo-da-le-hoo band. So he freaks out...."What am I going to do?!?" I think to myself, "Easy, you blow off your concert to watch your Wings. No big deal." well all week he ponders what is he going to do....must be hard to have those kind of decisions- concert or hockey. I have to work on Saturday- The TCU horned frogs have to play the New Mexico lobos to see who is going on to be the conference champions in baseball so I cannot watch the game. Steve decides to go to the concert and beforehand go out with our friend Chris Pinkerton first for some food and beers so he could at least watch the game at the bar. I get a text from him later on in the evening. "Game one goes to the wings 4-0"
Detroit leads 1-0
Game two- Monday (Memorial Day)
So Memorial day was hard to plan b/c we have to plan around the game at 6:00 MST. The plan is Ernie's BBQ at noon, mom's bbq at 3ish and then back at home no later then 5:30 for the game. We wake up, walk Mr. Bo Jangles and start our day kind of late. First we have to go to work to drop off the company's car key that Steve took with him home the night before. Then we were going to swing by the store to grab something for Ernie's, and then we would be on our way. It is SO crappy outside, its rainy and probably a high of 50. suck. We get to Ernie's- have some beer, shoot the shit- the usual. The guys are talking up the Red Wings and telling Steve that he should come back to the house for the game after Mama P's BBQ- I ignore it b/c it is game two and Steve still has yet to just chill at home. He is thinking about it. (Enough beers in him, who knows what will happen!!)
We go to Mama P's house, where the whole family is. Aunt Jeannie and Uncle Paul is in town- for THREE whole months!! we are excited to see them. We play around with the nephews, have killer hamburgers that mom makes, shoot the shit- and back in the car. Getting late and getting time for tip off. So we are in the car....what do we do? go home, go back to Ernie's?! We go home- pick up some stuff and go to Ernie's! (Man, you would think that gas is only 75 cents a gallon NOT $4!!)
We get back to Ernie's, a bunch of people are playing flip cup, James is sitting on the couch waiting for the arrival of the Red Wings gear that he is going to wear. SO we start watching the game. Pittsburg won the face off....no big deal. Wings are looking hot. There were some solid hits in the first minute and a half of the game....the boys want this. Steve is sitting there is his jersey. "man, that thing is nasty," I think to myself. He has not washed it. I do not think he has ever washed it since he has owned it. What is with hockey players and their superstition? If you google supersition the first thing that pops up is something about the NHL....go ahead try it!! Anyway, that thing is nasty. He says that last time the Wings won the cup- wait....we cannot talk about. I will tell that story later. "And Brad Stuart scores for the Red Wings!" the TV says....
Score....1-0, Red Wings. We cheer, and I know that if they score first- that is a really good sign. "Dre, we need you!" Meghan says. Apparently now, I have to go play flip cup. So I leave the couch to play- but I still have my eye on the tele. "How do you play this game?" I ask James. He tells me that as soon as he flips his cup upside down I drink my beer and flip my cup upside down. Holy cow, best game ever. So the game starts. I realize I am the last one to go. it is me and Frank. Oh I will destroy him!! What does Frank know?!?! NOTHING! So I see James chug his beer. He slams it down starts flipping the cup over. I am jumping up and down screaming for him to get it over. He does. I grab my cup, chug my beer and start flipping my cup. I see at the corner of my eye that Frank is flipping his cup too. The pressure. On the third or fourth try- I flip mine!! HEY OH!! I beat Frank and my team is high fiving me, Man I love that game. I look back at the TV- about 9 min. to go in the first period....the boys are still looking good....GOAL!! Holmstrom made it this time....I high five Steve....
Score....2-0, Red Wings. The second period did not do much, except give me a chance to get good at flip cup, but the more you play, the more you suck b/c the more drunk you get. SO I think I am doing good when I am just getting drunk. By the third period- Steve is feeling good about the game and I am feeling good about flip cup. I hear from a far that they scored again. I run in to see. "Did they score?" I asked...."Yep, Filppula scored" I came in screaming and high fived Steve again. But had to get back to the flip cup. It was Adam and I against James and Meghan. "You cannot derail the A-train!" Adam and I say....we ended up making up some crazy ass train dance that had us say "chug-a-chug-a...choo choo!" it was ridiculous! BUT we defeted them 3-0 JUST like the Red Wings.
Final score 3-0 Red Wings. Steve and I went home....I found a new love. Flip cup.
Detroit leads 2-0
Game Three- Wednesday
I am on the couch waiting for my soccer game to start.....I get a call from Steve. "My Red Wings are not doing to well." "Oh no," I say, "what's the score?" "2-0" he says....so I turn it on, but I had so much that was on our DVR that I could only watch a little bit. Time for soccer. We loose, 7-5. I call Steve to tell him about our game and then I realized I never saw the end of the hockey game. "What was the final score of the game?" "3-2, Pittsburg....but I knew that they had to win sometime."
Detroit leads 2-1
Game Four- Saturday
I have to go to work- sounds like the typical Saturday for Steve and I. I get to work- get on the computer at one point and realize the time. I remember that the Red Wings are underway. So I check the score at ESPN.com and the score is tied 1-1. I look at the play-by-play and it looks like the penguins scored first. Damn....could be a close one. SO I pretty much did nothing at work except sit around. Adam and I started looking up scary movie traliers...which there are a couple of scary movies that are coming out that look TOO scary. Ernie does not want to see The Strangers. Apparently he hates strangers AND scarey movies so that would not be good. I check the score online. Tied 1-1 end of the 2nd period. A couple of hours go by, Kevin and I are looking up the "free stuff" on craigslist.com. Have you ever done this before? If not, please do if you are bored. There are some good stuff....oh who am I kidding- the things on there is TERRIBLE! I mean piles of dirt, SO much firewood- one guy even wants you to come over and cut down his 16 foot tree! For free! Another one we saw- which tops EVERYTHING- was "King Sooper bags for free" so I click on it. The description says, "I have a plastic bag full of plastic bags if anyone needs them. They are free." WHAT?! Are you kidding me?!? And they BETTER be free, b/c I can go shop for milk and get a bag!! The best would be Bob calling them, "Hey, I am interested in the plastic bags from King Soopers..." "Oh dang, we just got rid of them. But no worries I am going shopping Tuesday- so there will be more then if you want to call back!!" WTF?!?! what is wrong with these people?!!? Oh man, that is good. Thank GOD its from King Soopers too b/c if she said it was from Safeway, FORGET it!! I was thinking about calling though....they make GREAT poop bags for Mr. Bo. Anyway, while Kevin and I are sitting there looking at free crap, I get a text from Steve. "One win away from washing this shirt!" So I look at it and read the same thing but translate it like one GAME not win like they lost. So I text back, "I am sorry herb!" He texts back, "I need to talk hockey" Which now that I think about it makes NO since at all. But anyway, he calls me and I found out that they win!! 2-1!! Now back to his shirt. His jersey has never been washed and his shirt has not been washed since the playoffs started. It is a grey shirt that says Red Wings on it- and this things stinks bad! If he has to work during a game, this is his undershirt so you can imagine this thing is nasty. I mean think about how many games they have played since the playoffs.....A LOT!! So next game is on Monday. Steve is working....we will see if he gets it off. This could be a big game.
Detroit leads 3-1
Game five (Monday)-
Now since the series is at 3-1...this is a HUGE game. Steve has to work- but has a guy cover for him since this could be a HUGE game. So we decide to go to the Red Wings bar on Broadway and 9th- Moon Time. We take the train down to Pearl St. where Palmer picks us up. We run to his car- and he drops us off at the bar and he goes back home where he can finish his laundry. It is 4:00 and the game does not start till 6:00 so we have time. Steve and I walk in, there are 2 other guys sitting at the bar. They have their jersey's hanging over their seats so we know that they are in for the action. We order some drinks, beer for the Herb- vodka tonic for the lady and park ourselves in the back where there is a huge big screen and a table for 6 that we take. Herb cannot get a hold of cousin Ryan which is really making him anxious. He cannot stand it. Every game day he talks to Ryan about what Detroit has to do and who should start....you know, the basics. I call Ryan- leave a nasty yet funny message on his voice mail. People are slowly starting to show up. 5:30ish James and Meghan show up. Thank god b/c the bar is getting packed and we look like asses at the huge table just the two of us! Face off is about to happen- the bar is getting louder....it is game time! Ryan finally calls. The game starts and it is going ok, the bar is cheering yet we got nothing to cheer for yet just the almost goals. First goal.....Pittsburg. Bar goes quite but its still early. We are still good. "That's ok," I say to Herb, "They scored first last game and look what happened." Then Kornwall (from Detroit) makes a block but it goes off Hall's skate and into the net. Penguins are now up 2-0. The bar is now REALLY quite. I hear a guy say, "That's a rookie mistake COME ON!" So going into the 2nd period was hard. Steve goes outside to get some air. I tell him that Detroit got cocky going into this game. He does not want to hear anything, but agrees. I go back to the bar, Meghan and James really want this win....we all want to see our Steve happy! 2nd period is underway- "Lets go Red Wings!" goes throughout the bar- everyone is trying to get back into the spirit. FINALLY Detroit scores!! 2-1- we are now getting a little more positive about this game. The bar keeps going back and fourth doing the "Let's go Red Wings!" I text Tim (who is a Penguins fan) "Let's go Red Wings!" He texts back, "Bud, we are not friends anymore, I am not ushering your wedding!" Aww...the art of shit talking. Tim and I do it often and we are not good at it either. We are like 5th graders that fight over the ball. I order another drink and I have NO idea what drink this is but it is a lot. Meghan wants to do a shot, but Steve says it is early. The 2nd period goes by, and intermission is too long. The waiting is killing all of us. Steve is on beer 7- probably 8 but we have no idea. We have not ordered any more food and we should because Steve and I have just ate the chips and salsa that were just here in the 1st period and that's it. Man we need to eat b/c we are getting drunker!
3rd period starts. "Lets go Red Wings!" starts up again. We are taking a lot of pictures but its on of those things where the next day you need explaining of the pictures or you see the pictures and you are like, "Oh yeah....that DID happen!" Candy, Steve's cousin, keeps texting Steve and I- "Go Wings!" or "This is it!" She really needs to move out here. Who lives in Tucson anyway?!? Detroit scores again!! Tying it up 2-2 makes this a nail bitter. More then that....makes it a real playoff hockey game that everyone loves to watch. You do not have to be a hockey fan to love this kind of game. I am watching Steve watch this game. It is pretty intense. He is sipping his beer but cannot sit still. Neither can I. This is the game we have been waiting for all season long. Detroit scores again!! 3-2- OMG this cannot be happening!! I talked to cousin Ryan before the 3rd period and we both agreed that this game has sucked but we also both agreed that this is the Red Wings and they just have to pull it out of their asses and win this one!! 10 min to go in the game. That is way too long. Get this thing over with. "Let's go Red Wings!" abrupts in the bar again.....come on guys....do this. After 2 shots of Jager and how ever many vodka tonic I am DRUNK. During the last intermission I told everyone that we were sitting around that I am a native to Colorado and here I sit with my husband to be cheering for the Red Wings. This is just insane! Both teams are playing hard.....45 seconds left to go- the take a shot of the guy that polishes and "takes care" of the Stanley Cup- the bar cheers. "45 seconds away from that cup being ours" some chick behind us says....40 seconds left, Meghan goes to a booth in front of us to get ready for the winning picture, 35 seconds left and....NOOOOO!! Pittsburg scores!!! Tying the game at 3-3!!! The bar goes silent. How could this happen?!?! I look over at Steve. He puts his head down. Takes his hat off. "This is it..." I think to myself. That stupid chick behind us jinxed it. Spoke too soon. Who does not know that....YOU NEVER SAY THAT TYPE OF SHIT THIS CLOSE TO THE CUP!! The clock runs down to zero.
1st OT....Now when watching hockey and it goes into overtime- you as a fan can get exhausted. But I cannot even IMAGINE what the players have to go through. I have a whole new respect for soccer players now that I have played soccer and I SUCK at soccer! Anyway, 1st overtime starts and the bar is tired- and pissed off. We had it. We had it in are hands and gave it up!! Nothing happens in this period except that no one could sit still, everyone just kept drinking to calm the nerves.
2nd OT- "Let's go Red Wings" starts back up but it was NOTHING like it was. Meghan and James order nachos. I cannot eat, but I will b/c I am drunk and I need to. This period is just as bad. The players are tired. Fleury- goalie for the Penguins- is playing OUT of his mind tonight. He had a record high of 58 saves- which beats the record of most saves in a Stanley Cup playoff game. Damn him. A lot of the players are injured, Malone- from the Penguins- got a puck to the face, broke his already broken nose and went out for the game.....one would think. Nope. He came back to the game. The players are dragging ass and the bar is tired. Man this game needs to end.
3rd OT- This game should have ended....we should be home by now, or at another bar celebrating our asses off. Not stuck here watching this go down. Osgood is having killer saves, but think about it. He has played ALL GAME LONG. I get a text from Kevin, "You still out watching the game? where are you guys?" I call him back, give him directions- poorly of course- then get back to the game. I am having a hard time watching this. I look at my new friend Matt next to me and grab his jersey, "I am about to have a heart attack!!" Then, 10 min. left in the 3 OT is when they took it away from us. Penguins score. Game over. They played 110 minutes of hockey. I give Steve my sorry face and he gives me a half smile but I know its fake. I know he is dying inside. Poor guy. Kevin walks in- He can tell they lost....But a blue grass band game in and played music so we all danced. We took a ride to the train station from James and went home. All in all it was a fun night.
Detroit leads 3-2
Game 6- Wednesday
Steve woke up and said, "I want to watch the game here." I told him that he would regret watching it at the house if anything were to happen- so I talked him into going back to the same bar. I go to work- get off and head home so I could pick him up. This go around I will be the DD. We get to the bar at 4:45 and slowly people started showing up. We get the same table so the same people that were there on Monday knew who we were. They turned on the TV- Steve again could not get a hold of Ryan. Kevin and Ashley show up. Tim and I text each other talking shit to each other. "Your team is going down!" "Oh yeah, well your team is hurt!" "Oh yeah well your team is old" "Oh yeah well your team has a mascot of a Penguin!" "Oh yeah well, your team is a dumbhead!" "Oh yeah well you are big poopy face" Like I said before, Tim and I are horrible and talking shit together. Ryan calls, 15 min. before game time. Thank god. The game starts, the bar is nervous. It is not the same, "We are going to get some ass" attitude, in fact I am nervous as all hell. I cannot sit still, I cannot make jokes, I cannot even talk during the game. I am a mess. Steve grabs my leg to try to calm me down. I cannot. Not sure why I was so nervous- probably b/c this go around I was sober. And I knew that it could go to game 7 and this could be bad. What would we do if Detroit loses the Cup? Steve would lose his shit!! "Man, no one is loud this go around," Steve says....In walks a Penguin fan. Man I wanted to kick his ass so bad. Why? Why do I get like this? I have never like the Wings like this before! 5 min into the game and Detroit scores!!! Oh thank god....that helps the bar, that helps my nerves, that helps EVERYTHING. Finally we hear, "Let's go Red Wings!" That's what we wanted to hear. The period ends and its 1-0 and I am ok with that. 2nd period starts and its still a little nervous in the bar- but that's ok. We are ahead- by one. Which means shit in this series. 8 min into the period and we score again!! 2-0. Me likely. 4 min. left to go and Pittsburg scores. Ok, no big deal. 2-1. Period is over. 3rd period is when it is hard to do anything. hard to watch, to go to the bar to order a beer. Its even hard to leave your seat to go to the bathroom. the 3rd period is EVERTHING in hockey. I texted Erin earlier telling her I am not going to make soccer. This is more important. its about 8:00, the 3rd period starts its 2-1. This is it. This is playoff hockey. 7 minutes into the period Detroit scores again- Zetterberg shoots the puck, it goes in between Fleurys legs then he falls and sits on the damn puck- it goes in!!! 3-1....Come on now THIS makes me a little more comfortable!! "Let's go Red Wings" is happening more and more. Osgood is AWESOME tonight, making saves left and right. 3 min left in the game. They take the same shot that they took on Monday of the same guy taking the Cup out and polishing it. "I don't like that," I say to Steve. "At 3 min left and you are up by 2, you can do that." 1:30 left in the game- we are all thinking this is it!! This is our Stanley Cup moment!! Pittsburg scores....3-2. Oh shit. This is crap. This cannot be happening. The bar gets a little more quite. Remember, ANYTHING can happen. We all saw it on Monday. "Let's go Red Wings!" The clock keeps ticking away, I am still not ok celebrating or thinking ANYTHING at this point. 35 seconds left in the game, Pittsburg has the puck, "Get it out of there!" we all shout. I am thinking, this is happening again. Overtime.....This is going to happen again! Malone shoots hard...."SAVE BY OSGOOD" the announcer says. "OZZY, OZZY, OZZY" we all shout. Its 10 seconds left in the game, people are getting out of their seats and cheering, "NOT YET!" I yell....Pittsburg shoots the puck- SO CLOSE- but clock runs out!!! WE WON!!! THE RED WINGS WON!!! Kevin grabs Steve and they are hugging, I am jumping up and down. Steve grabs me and he is crying, "We did it!" he tells me. The manager dude that sat with us on the last moments comes out of the kitchen with boxes of champagne and gives a bottle to Steve, "Lets go up front everyone!" we go up front to the bar and start shaking the champagne and see it going everywhere! Everyone is soaked with the bubbly!
In all my years of watching sports- by far hockey is my favorite. Nothing beats the nail bitters, and nothing beats the hockey fans. Even the Pittsburg fan that was there was celebrating with us. It was the best moment in sports history I have ever been a part of. The Broncos winning the super bowl is up there, but seeing Steve and all of his fan friends that happy brought a tear to my eye. Hockey players and fans are nuts. I almost had a heart attack several times watching this shit!
Detroit wins the Stanley Cup for the 11th time in history. Steve has seen 4 in his lifetime. We have seen 1 together. Good god am I glad its over. But next season will be exactly the same.

Toto is ok here....for now.

Well I am sure you have heard by now about the 6 tornados that have touched down in Colorado. Well they are all North East of where we are at, which is good for us but I heard from my mom about the people up north. Aunt Joy (who is in Arizona right now) works at State Farm and her building does not have a roof anymore and that the parking lot looks like a free for all and the cars are all over the place! (Let's hope they have insurance.....HEY OH!!- ok my mom made that joke and yes I just stole it) anyway, since she is in AZ right now, she is safe- lets just hope all of her co-workers are safe as well. Cousin Bennett was in lockdown at his high school- which remember in grade school when we would have those stupid tornado drills?!?!? well seems that Bennett used those drills today! I remember thinking that we are all smashed into a hallway (which had windows at the end of each hall mind you) and thought that this was not safe and that the roof would rip off and take us one by one so I never understood that. I hope they have perfected that since I went to grade school. Anyway- just got some pics from uncle Matty- looks like he is doing ok, taking pics in a tornado is ALWAYS the right thing to do in a tornado. That is exactly what I would do! Now Steve is doing just ok, really worried about Mr. Bo- he is home alone tonight- Steve and I are both at work.
I am stuck here all week- it is the Mountain West baseball tournament week- which is pretty pointless (for me that is) but good that you can see your mtn. west teams on air. so I am in the studio this morning- doing one of the many shows that we have today- when I get a text from Tim- who lives in GJ. "Damn Bud- pretty bad weather you guys got over there!" Now at this point, I know it is going to rain, or it is raining outside- but what do I know. I am stuck behind a camera making sure Mark Knudson is in focus. "It was ugly coming into work but now I stuck in a studio all day!" is what I responded with.
After the show, I felt like I should go find a window (Honestly, if you do not walk around and get yourself outside the studio you have no idea what time it is, if it is sunny, rainy, NOTHING. The place is like prison) to see if there is something going on that I should know about. "Did you hear about the tornados" (another text from Tim) I am thinking- What the hell?? so I go to the nearest TV in the newsroom. There is a Doppler radar on the screen and the whole eastern state is red. SO in a nut shell- there has been 6 tornados that have touched down in Greeley, Fort Collins and Windsor. Pretty crazy.
SO Steve calls in a panic about Mr. Bo- what should we do with him (I say put him in the basement) he says that right now it is calm and somewhat rainy. Mr. Bo is VERY scared when it comes to storms. For a 100 pound golden retriever- he acts like he is a small pussy....I mean cat. SO I understand why we would be scared (have I mentioned that Steve can be scared on the drop of a dime as well? ok there. I just did)
Anyway, moving forward- Steve comes to work- gets a notice telling him what to do with his employees in case of a tornado...."Do you guys know what to do?" he asks me. (you guys meaning the MTN staff) "umm.....no" Since the MTN. staff is technically "renting" out space here in the CMC Steve (or the CMC rather) is not responsible for us. SO we are all assuming that the studio is safe? probably not with the 120 studio lights above us, but thats ok.....we will probably all running and scream bloody murder b/c we all graduated with a mass communications degree....which means we are all good at TV but SUCK at communicating with each other. weird.
SO now it is about 3:58 MST- bottom of the 7th inning of our second baseball game and all we are worried about is making sure our telestrator works for this next post game live. what I am worried about? oh....the dark ass clouds in the sky....Mr. Bo.....what I will eat for dinner.....and if my headache will go away.
For now.....TOTO is ok and it is just a dream. For us anyhow.

Balls in face, Good or Bad?!?!

ast week at my soccer game- I had an injury. Now those of you who were there- might not think it was funny. Well let me put a funny perspective on it and we shall see.

When you are counting down the days to your wedding (77 to be exact) you should never be competitive with sports. Well that is too hard for me....although with any sport I am not good at any of them so competitive and "Andrea" is just plain silly.

So its Wed, which means hot soccer action. Its a coed league-which is always a good time but sometimes the guys can forget there are a bunch of girls on the fields. Actually scratch that. The girls on the field are good. except on our team. we are learning- and when I say learning I mean running around the field hoping and praying to god that no one passes to us.

Onward. So Meghan and I are at the goal going back and forth (think of the 3 stooges) trying to get this damn ball in the net. she goes for it, almost goes in. I go for it, almost goes in. She kicks the ball really hard- I am blocking it....I kick it really hard some other chick blocks it. This goes on for at least a good 40 seconds. I am laughing b/c one of these damn balls HAS to go in. I hear the bench "ooo" and ahh" and have that "so close" response. so the ball gets cleared and I am still laughing. Meghan gives me a giggle and I tell her damn- I just wish one of those went in! So while talking and while Meghan is getting ready to sub out- the ball comes to her and she kicks it towards the goal again, well I sprint my ass over there. Its just me and the goalie. I am thinking...."Its on- you and your Miami Vice doo is out of here!"

I am on the top right of the key and going in for what I think will be a sweet ass goal if I can get the ball b/c no one was over there. Well the goalie did not want any of that to happen and decide it would be best to clear the ball out of there. Interesting. SO he clears it......

Now this is where I had enough time in my head to think "Ball...." and that is about it. I see a white soccer ball come towards me and then I felt pain that I have never felt before. I have never broken a bone (knock on wood), last time I was in the hospital I was being born (knock on wood), and the only "pain" I get is when I have a hang nail or a paper cut. The ball comes at me and hits me smack dab- right in the nose.
So I grab my face- feel my teeth with my tongue. "well my teeth are good," I thought....but my nose was in so much pain. I am bending down and this girl from the other team comes to me and says, "oh my god, are you ok?" which makes me think, "wow maybe this looked even worse then I feel right now..." I tell her I am ok, and run towards the bench for a sub.

While I am running in for a sub, and I am grabbing at my nose- Meghan says, "did you get hit?" I say, "yes" and while Jocelyn goes in for me, I take my hands away from my face and they are covered in blood. Now the only time my nose has bleed like that was when my older sister Ashley punched my in the face b/c I was "taking too long on the trampoline" and apparently is was other sister Jessica's turn on it. I think it was mutiny- but again, I was like 7 at the time. I do remember getting blood all over my sun dress and looking at her and saying, "I am telling mom and dad on you!" of course I did and of course she tried to help me get the blood off my dress so I would not tell them, but I did. I think she got in trouble, but who knows. she was "in charge" like Charles was so I am sure she got of scotch free.

Anyway, I am bleeding all over the place, I tell Meghan to clean me up, so she is getting all the blood off my face, I stick Kleenex up my nose, and I am feeling a little better. Sarah needs a sub now, so time to go out on the field. I throw the Kleenex away and I am back in the game. About 2 minutes later, the goalie clears the ball right in my stomach. Are you kidding me? I take myself out of the game. what an idiot. So after the game I am starting to feel woozy, my head is killing me, I call Steve to tell him about my injury. He tells me to put a bag of peas on my face since our ice machine at the house is broken. So I check for peas, nothing. I have no ice except for a popsicle- thats it. I go to bed early, my head is killing me. Steve tells me to check to see if my nose is swollen- toche Steve....my nose is already huge- how the hell can I tell? I call my mom- who is in Ohio at the time- to tell her this, she is concerned- but says...."This is too close to the wedding...Should we simmer down on all the sports you play for awhile?" Answer: no. Softball Tuesday is starting up and softball Thursday just started. No way.

The next day I am in so much pain. My head hurts, my nose hurts worst. There is a little swelling my the nose, but nothing you can tell. I am still blowing out bloody snot. Probably the best thing that came out of the situation was this conversation that I will leave you with:

James: (who is on the soccer team) "Hey Dre, how does your nose feel?!"

Me: "It hurts so bad....there is so much pressure- it feels like someone is sitting on my face.....I mean stepping on my face. The other way is just gross."

Subway, eat fresh??

So this was about a good month ago, but ALWAYS good for a laugh. (Are you having a laugh?! Please say this in a funny English accent. fun huh?!)

So there I was at work, a long Sat. I believe it was the end of the basketball season- or maybe right after so we had to sit around and wait for the weekly show on Sat. night to air called "The Mountain Cap" Get it.....mountain cap....we are the mountain.....and we do a recap of everything that week? MAN we are cleaver.

Anywho- I was out and about- grabbing a bite to eat before I had to go back and what better way then to have yourself a subway sandwich? (well I can think of a lot of things better then that. Reason being- is that the mtn. likes to feed us Subway sandwich every Sat so yes, bread, cheese, meat and your choice of topping gets OLD after awhile)

SO onward. I am on the phone with my mom talking about who knows what, driving (of course- trying to be safe on the road!) pulling into the parking lot (probably drinking iced tea and stirring in the sugar and lemon as well- ALL while driving) found a space, got out of the car, still on the phone walking towards Subway- finishing up my conversation- probably about to get hit my a car b/c I am not paying any attention....any finally. I make it to Subway. On the window there is a huge sign that says "$5 foot longs!" so in my head I say "Sweet! but not really hungry for a foot long, but Sweet!"

I walk in and it feels like I am in the twilight zone. Everything is new. "A new Subway?!" I thought....but seriously lets take a side note. When was the last time you saw a new Subway where everything is NEW?!?! I was so excited. It seriously took my breath away!! I was looking around- the lighting was better- more soft. The decorations were A LOT better, felt like a cute little quite place you would find in Italy. I mean I was so impressed with this Subway. The sneeze guard was higher, cleaner, just newer! I was shocked, yet in a good way!

SO out comes this high school student coming up to take my order. I am still so shocked that this is the new Subway I am not paying any attention to anything else. She stops at the register- which is WAY too far away from the beginning of the line where I tell her I want my parmesan crusted bread- but whatever. At this point, charge me $15 for my 6 inch and I would not give a shit! (that's what she said) so she says, "Can I help you?!" In a friendly bull shit way. I know that she does not care about me OR my needs, she just wants to go home and get ready for what high school kids do. (Do they meet in the Taco Bell parking lots anymore?) So I say, out loud mind you, "Wow I love what you guys have done with the place," (like this kid lives their for christ sake) "I have not been in here in awhile, but geeze, this is awesome, really throwing me off."

I am walking towards her and the register and out of the corner of my eye I see pizza dough- which is great b/c I know that Subway is now doing pizza. But as I see this pizza dough, she says "we have not done anything with the place...." and my head is trying to keep up with my mouth b/c who knows what I will say at this point. So in my head I say, "Wait....pizza dough and no bread oven?" That is when I looked up- at the menu. (which is probably what everyone else in the USA does, EXCEPT for me) It reads, "PAPA MURPHEYS- Take and bake pizza" Are you kidding me?!?! I am in Papa Murpheys?!? so I quickly rewind in my head and remember me walking in- yes.....Papa Murpheys is RIGHT next to the Subway- and of course. I went in the wrong door!!! "Do you mean Subway? I mean, like....do you want Subway? That is next door." Thank you ass munch. Damn it!! what the hell do I say to this high schooler that is totally thinking in her head what a big douche bag I am?!?! crap. "Oh yep....sure did." and I quickly back up hoping that there is a huge line behind me that she has to deal with so she does not get her phone out and text her friends that she had a big idiot come in her store just now. Nope. Nothing. No one.

So I am all frazzled- and go into Subway. 6 inch oven roasted chicken breast on parmesan crusted bread is what I got. But humility is what I felt. ALL DAY.

Damn those doors. Damn that teenager.