2 Minutes to Midnight.

The crunch was on.

Kyle managed to get me his form...finally...meaning I had everything that I needed to send to CUUC 2005, which is due...tomorrow. So once again I had to overnight our shaz to the tournament director. 2 for 2. Can you feel it?

So last night saw some high winds at practice, creating some ugly throws and some hazardous plays. The wind continued through the night, ripping branches from trees and bringing some to the ground. The wind has been persisting all day, so it looks like last night's heavy wind will be looked back upon as the slow blow you give your hot soup, where tonight's wind will be somehow in reference with Eric Lau's mom...also 2 for 2.

One practice left before Easterns boys. Let's giv'er.

Don't forget your running shoes...we get to do my favorite...Zone 3 intervals. It makes me want to bleed out my eyes. That's how bad I hate this fitness exercise. I'm not saying I don't appreciate it, and don't benefit from it, but I do want to put Al through serious bodily harm previous/during the run, but afterwards, it's nothing but 7/11 Slurpees and hugs for him.

The bus leaves at 4:30 pm from the Mac-Corry parking lot. Unless you were otherwise told, you are on the bus. Those in the van with me, will be leaving a little later then that to accomidate people with late classes (and go to them). The van will be making it's usual stop at A&W before we hit the 401. Go Teen Burger.

Gnarlz.

...And Justice For All.

Tuesday saw a good practice, with Fly and Ship squaring off for the first time. Kudos to both sides. It was a nice day, cool enough to break out the "porno's" for the first time of the season (tights).

Two practices left before Easterns...I am so unbelieveably pumped you have no idea.

Hammer of Justice crushes you...over power.

I leave this quote for you from a famous geographer, Carl O. Sauer:

"The high moments of history have come not when man was most concerned with the comforts and displays of the flesh but when his spirit was moved to grow in grace."

Let's roll.

gnarlz.

Anarchists Weekend.

The hellmuth opened up under the concrete paving known as Aberdeen this weekend. It was a sight to see....but I'll get to that.

Thursday saw what is lovingly known as "Rookie Night". A nice game of cower, a leasurely jog in the park, followed by tea and crumpets back at my crib capped off the evening. Miles was the rookie to beat, and he took it in 5:56 I believe. Atta boy. New course though, so cannot be compared to previous years.

Homecoming hit hard in Kingston, leaving it's mark on both the city and the team. I worked all day on Saturday, so I could only hear tall tales from passersby as to the state of my beloved street. Statements tossed around loosely were "riot gear", "tear gas", "officer down"...good ol' Aberdeen.

After work I tried to get back to my house, and passed a parkinglot full of riot gear clad officers, and two horses with eye shields. Cool. I was not allowed to go down the street, as it was blocked by officers, watching the playful students skip around an overtuned car. Ring around the rosie I can only assume. Finding a nice space between two buildings, I took to the backyards to find myself at my backdoor. Through the house I went to the front, to find many frisbeeists on my porch, such a the geat Dirrty Dowler, and a long lost buddy from T.O. who found out where I lived. The streets were full, nothing but the sound of busting glass could be collected by the ear, and my sight was full of Homecoming glory...except for the dude who I saw getting the #@$! kicked out of him by a cop with his night stick. Ow. That will hurt in the morning. I left just in time to see the car burst into flames. Good times.

Sunday saw the hangover crew doing Zone 1 intervals. It was an hour run down Ontario, around RMC to Fort Henry and back. Along the way there were mental toughness and strength exercises. The run came to be 1 hour and 2 minutes. Since Diddums wasn't there, I couldn't smell rum being sweated out as we ran. There were a fair number of people missing...some without excuses. You know who you are. Never again.

The cover of the paper this morning showed me a riot on my street, as I had witnessed, and one poor little boy standing on the overturned car in the middle of the mass of students. Well, if you wanted your precious little trust fund taken away and daddy to write you out if his will, then you did a great job. Smile, you are national news.

Three practices until Easterns. Turn it up. Tear it off.

Gnarlz.

Zone 4.

It's like the calm before the storm...In my opinion, what we did was light. It was a hard run, an eye opener to many, but they still have yet to see the likes of the Zone 5 and the fartlek. You will see...

We did pyramid intervals at the end of practice, and we are already benefiting from them, except for my all over body pain...those unfortunate souls that were injured became Al's bitches in a romping round of strength training.

It's a good thing Biggie, Tupac, Naughty by Nature, and Run DMC took care of me as a ran. Thanks boys.

Props to Jackie for being the only Bag representative. You da (wo)man.

See you tonight. It's gonna get messy.

gnarlz.

What's The Difference?

Learn it. Love it. Live it. D-R-E- for L-I-F-E.

(Attention: Contains mommy/daddy language)

[Kurupt] What's the difference between me and you? (repeat 2X)

[Dr. Dre]
Back when Cube - was rollin wit Lorenzo in a Benzo
I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals
Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes
the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you
But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you
I still remember the window of the car that you went through
That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through
And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you
Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit you
Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein real wit you
You see the truth is
Everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is
And who I'm still cool wit
Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with
Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample*
Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then - I ain't even speakin your name
Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same
Nigga, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors
It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em
That's the difference

Chorus: Kurupt (repeat 2X)

What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions
I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin

[Xzibit]
Yo I stay wit it
While you try to perpetrate, play wit it
Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (YEAH)
I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted
I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick
(Yeah!) Come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions
I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings
So what the fuck am I supposed to do?
I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!)
A heartless bastard, high and plastered
My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down
Pass it around if you can't handle it
Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five back accounts, three houses and two vehicles
Until my death, I'm Bangladesh
I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left
Yo that's the difference

Chorus

[Eminem]
Aight, hold up hold up!
STOP THE BEAT A MINUTE!! I got somethin to say
Dre; I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me
(The fuck?!) I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg
I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit

[Dre] Riiight? .. Slim, I don't know if you noticed it
But I've had your back from day one, nigga let's blow this bitch
[Em] I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed - who's throat is it?
[Dre] Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is

[Eminem]
Well that's cool, and I appreciate the offer
But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma
I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her
And cruise around wit her for seven hours through California
And have her wavin at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner
at the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her
Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off
Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of
Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up
Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up
and they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water
That's for tryin to talk like The Chronic was lost product
That's for even THINKIN of havin them thoughts thought up!
You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up!!
So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis
Or we can scream, "I Just Don't Give a Fuck," and see who means it!

Chorus 1.25X

Get it? Got it. Good.

Gnarlz.

Dark Side of the Moon.

The season is "On the Run". With three practices under our belts a week, we are seeing improvements hourly. "Time" is running short though, with Easterns in just two weeks time. Tonight at practice will be the rookies first encounter with Alex's workouts, and they will possibly develop "Brain Damage" from overexertion while "On the Run", and be on to "The Great Gig in the Sky".

I have gone over the books, and the team fees have been decided, ranging minimally between players, depending on gear needed. Time to crank out the "Money" boys. Breakdowns of the fees are available upon request.

I hope tonight's greek salad will go a little better then yesterdays. Go big or go home.

Jerseys have also been ordered through our now partner, VC Ultimate. They told me "Any Color You Like", so we will have our usual white with the polar opposite black to complete the set. If this is all too heavy for you, "Speak to Me/Breathe", for once we start rolling over these teams, and we "Eclipse" whatever hopes they had at a National Championship, you will know it was all worth it.

Tear the roof.

Gnarlz.

The Road From 80 to 30.

The last two tryouts saw a lot of scrimmage, hucking, running, and bridge holds. All in all, I was very impressed by the calibre of athletes and the game that they brought. Play got sloppy at points, but there was incredible spots of light in every single person who gave their all on that badass field.

After the last tryout, the powers that be convened at the QP to discuss the final cut. Needless to say, it was a hell of an undertaking. 30 souls were chosen, and the list shall be revealed here...shortly. It can be accessed in the PEC on the bulletin board next to the Men's Change Room, as of 9:00 AM Friday the 15th.

A Training Camp is scheduled for this weekend, the details are yet to be finalized.

Thank you so much to all who tried out, and congrats to all of those who made it. It was an incredible three days.

I would also like to take this time to bash a show on TV. You may have heard of it. It's called "The OC". Balls. I think about that show, and the guy that cut his own arm off because he was trapped under a rock. Watch the OC...cut my arm off...I'll get back to you.

Gnarlz.

1 down, 2 to go.

The East Fields on West Campus were more full then I have ever seen before. We had almost 80 dudes out for the first tryout, and the womans team seemed to have close to the same, making the super hard but spacious field, super hard and very cramped. It was hard to see everyone and run the drills with that many people to take care of, but I think we pulled it off quite nicely. The night went as such:

1. They got numbered like cattle.
2. T-1000 gave 'em 3 laps and their A-B-C's.
3. Throws.
4. Break force drill (greek salad).
5. The Gautlet.
6. Cutbacks.
7. 3 on 3.
8. Scrimmage.
9. Manmakers and Tuck Jumps.

All in all it was a very fun-filled Tuesday Night. I was very impressed by all the athletes we had come out, which only makes Mooney's and myself's jobs harder.

And apparently, there is another Adam Shaw, same name, a dude that looks just like Cranston the human garbage disposal, and Miller is still as sexy as ever.

There were no cuts made after tonight's tryout, everyone was invited back to the second day. I am very excited to see how it goes. In the works is also a training camp for this weekend, and the possibility of some exibition games against Carleton and the University of Ottawa. Ottawa. Pfft. Only chumps are from Ottawa.

18 hours until Tryout #2. Bring your rain gear, because it's supposed to giv'er.

Until Tomorrow.

Gnarlz.

The Eve Is Apon Us...

The time has come. The reckoning begins on the morrow. Rest up, because for three long hours tomorrow, Mooney and yours truly have you. Hopefully you ate your carb dinner last night, and you abstain from drugs, alcohol, and sexual gratification, and are ready for a full 7 hour sleep tonight. I know, Smitty is playing the Brass...but Smitty isn't going to run until he looses the chicken fingers he ate for dinner. 1 for the treble, 2 for the bass. Let's get it on.

What's the difference between me and you?

Gnarlz.

How To Pick Up

Go to Perv park, Saturday at 2 pm. Easy peasy. Bring a light, a dark, your cleats, and some water, and your effin' game.

Holla.

gnarlz.