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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Really really.
So I've had a strange night.
There is a girl I work with named Cecile, with an accent on the first E (otherwise it wouldn't be very feminine). She's one of those people who always look everyone directly in the eye when they're speaking. It always makes you feel special... Her last day of work was today and she invited everyone out for drinks afterwards. It had been talked about for several days and I'm pretty sure everyone knew about it because even I was invited. The unfortunate thing is that not many people showed up. She's super friendly, a hard worker, does the look in the eye thing, incredibly attractive... and not many people showed up at her going away party. I felt bad for her.
So that was kind of a side note to my story. From now on it's all chronological.
So I heard there is a party going on for Cecile. I'd like to be there because I've always wanted to hang out with my co-workers. I don't expect to become close friends to these people as I did with my co-workers in Toronto. The major difference seems to be that in Toronto everyone seemed to be a character (not even after I got to know them. It was more or less right away). Here everyone is just a normal person who works hard.
I wanted to be invited to that party and was waiting for the invitation. It didn't come until the day before the party. Instead of being invited, what I got was "Hey, Mister Evan, are you coming out with us tomorrow?" ... I wasn't invited. I was just asked if I was coming.
So unsatisfying - -- Put emphasis on unsatisfying because I had my entire respone to being invited planned out.
Fuck.
Wow, I just realized that I am really really, quite drunk.
FCK. All that's missing is YOU.
- An old friend of mine
So... back to chronology...
Basically, we all got really drunk. It was a good night and I feel I got closer to my co-workers - even if there really isn't that much more to knaow about them.
There is one dude that seems pretty cool though. He kind of reminds me of Chris, from Commensal Toronto. He's a decent and cool guy, but he's older than me and it seems like he isn't going to be doing too much with his life even though he could be so much better... but that is another topic I suppose.
... yeah... I am going to stop now. I hope no one actually read all of this...
The entire point of this post was to mention a crazy dude I bumped in to, but I am tired and it's late so maybe I'll mention it in my next post.
Sweet dreams.
-- Evan
Friday, May 29, 2009
When I was younger, at every opportunity to make a wish (fountains, shooting stars, 11:11) I'd always wish to be a ninja.
It was my dream to be the silent assassin in super cool clothes.
Marisas and I off to Toronto today to see Nine Inch Nails and Janes Addiction (NINJA). We'll be gone until the 3rd. I'm really looking forward to seeing my Torontonian friends. It should be all sorts of crazy fun.
Magical sorts of crazy fun.
NINJA sorts of crazy fun.
Have a fun couple of days everyone.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
1:16AM
So, I've been pretty busy.
A few weeks ago my co-workers were teasing me about how bad my french was when I first started. It was the same day I signed the lease to my apartment. That was the first day I accepted that Montreal is now my home.
I've been meaning to write for a long time now, as usual, but the problems always been that I never really feel like I have much to talk about. It's strange though because this is probably one of the most exciting periods of my life. Alex's father was in town and I had mentioned my situation (all my things are in storage - I've become a professional couch surfer) and there was a twinkle in his eye. He said something like "It's amazing to be free. This is the only time you'll ever be able to just go anywhere or do anything you'd like." I know enough of his life that I know that he's had his share of freedom and adventure but I never really thought much of how important and special my life is right now.
I don't have a home right now and haven't for a few months - and won't for another month - and though it can be incredibly stressful sometimes to never truly be settled somewhere, it's amazing that I can just go anywhere I want and have so many wonderful people willing to accept me.
I'm excited about life.
I feel lucky.
I'm happy.
I've been thinking about school a lot lately. It's been something on the horizon for so long that it's become incredibly difficult to actually take the steps towards it... honestly, it's intimidating. It's not even school itself that's intimidating, it's just the whole application process. A while ago I made and half-hearted attempt and applied to University. I got an e-mail telling me there were missing documents and decided that was enough to dissuade me from applying. I convinced myself that I'd just get my shit in gear and apply again for the Spring semester... I'm not too bad of a procrastinator (well, I mean, I often just don't do things, but things I want to do I normally get on), but I was kind of afraid that I'd keep my schooling on the horizon and never really get around to it.
My education came up in a conversation with Alex and Marisa the other day and they literally offered to get all of my paperwork together and fill out my application. Me being me, I can't allow them to do that... but I don't know how I can express how supportive and genuinely excited they for my going to school.
I'm so happy to have friends that are not only inspirational, but are actually motivating me to become an even better person.
Life is chaos but it has started to feel like I'm surrounded in a bubble with the people who are closest to me.
We're all in this together.
I'm really excited about life.
Current mood:  excited
Sunday, April 5, 2009
I'm often ashamed of how poorly I've developed my brain.
I'm not going to blame myself for how little I learned in school since it's reasonable (or at least excusable) to expect the system to do an effective job of teaching.
In the few years that I've been out of school, I've learned so little.
I know I'm a smart kid. The problem is that I've never really taken it upon myself to take advantage of that. There are always opportunities to learn, regardless of how trivial the knowledge may seem... it frustrates me that I've been so lazy.
This noggin' needs some substance.
I've been really enjoying myself in Montreal. I've missed my friends and it still hasn't sunk in that I'm not only here on a visit.
Whenever I've come to visit in the past, it's been a struggle to fit in as much activity with as many people as possible into a limited time. The fact that I'm here indefinitely hasn't really changed that.
I've been having a lot of fun :).
Current mood: grateful Current music: The Stills - I'm with you
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
7:18PM
Lots to say.
I spent nearly $400 moving my things from Toronto to Montreal. I don't think I have $400 worth of things. A lesson was learned though, but it's one I should have learned from my previous moving experience.
I don't drive and couldn't find anyone who would be able to drive the truck to Montreal, so I resorted to Craigslist. I generally have a fair bit of faith in people. I posted an ad in the "Ride Share" section of Craigslist, writing that anyone who can drive a moving truck can get a free ride to Montreal. There were a few strange responses, well, not exactly strange, just sketchy. Fortunately I had good vibes about a reply from a fellow named Dave. He was going to visit his brother in Montreal that weekend. So I had a stranger drive a truck filled with everything I own to Montreal. A series of unfortunate events lead to us arriving in Montreal at 4:00am, but otherwise safe and sound.
There seems to be a lot of confusion about the actual details of my current living situation.
Someone else put it best "So, you're just going to take advantage of the kindness of your friends?" Yeah, pretty much that.
The idea is that I move to Montreal, put my things into storage, crash on a friends couch until I get a job and find a place. Mackenzie Charlton, who is Alex's younger brother, is on a lease that will end June 1st. He isn't happy with his place, or his roommate, so to kill a flock with one stone the plan is that we'll move in together. Unfortunately this means I'll be living of the kindness of others for two months.
I'm not a bad person to live with. I clean up after myself (minus the pile of dirty clothes, but once I do the laundry they'll be neatly put away), I help to clean up after others, and I'm more than willing to pay any contributions necessary for my living arrangements. The problem is just sharing limited space. It's vexing dude.
I've been short and sour the past few days. It would be easy to chalk it up to my present living situation, but I don't think it's been bothering me yet (Geeze, it's not already). I think it's more just about the dramatic change of environment. Either way, I've just noticed that I've been snappy on more than one occasion. It's embarrassing when it happens. I need to sure up my attitude.
Thank you Phil, Laura, Alex and Marisa for keeping a roof over my head. I really do appreciate it. I promise to do my best as a guest.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I got an urge to watch Clint Eastwood movies.
Then I remember this happened before... So I checked my old entries.
"After watching so many Clint Eastwood movies this weekend, I am officially announcing that Easter Weekends from this year on will be dedicated to Clint Eastwood movie marathons."
I won't stop watching them today, but this Easter I should be in Montreal. Anyone down for a Clint Eastwood marathon?
I was thinking The Good the Bad and the Ugly trilogy.
The Outlaw Josey Wales.
Unforgiven.
Maybe Dirty Harry or Every Which Way But Loose to mix it up.
This is a warning. I'll drag some of you along for this!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I want to be in a band.
It's hard to really describe exactly what I want out of it though. It would have the melodic grungy guitar sounds, mixed in with the driving bass that is popular in a lot of music today. It would be sporadic, but it would flow. Yeah, I know that's not exactly the most unique or groundbreaking idea... but it'll have that special magical intensity. That's the key.
When I'm bored I like to browse for people playing covers of my favorite songs on YouTube.
Some of them are really amazing and inspirational but I love finding the horrible ones. I've only been playing guitar seriously for about 3 years. I'd love to keep learning, and seeing the bad videos helps me to keep perspective. It's comforting to know that I am still progressing even if it feels like I haven't improved. It's a grind, but the videos make me smile, even if some of them really make me cringe.
I don't believe in Luck. I do believe that someone can be 'lucky' but only in the sense that it's a coincidence. That's how odds work.
I don't believe in being 'in Love'. I believe you can feel love as an emotion. I love my friends but to be 'in love' with someone is a difficult concept for me to really follow. Why would something just magically click 'ON' over a certain person? I believe two people can be wonderfully compatible and feel that emotion of love and if that's what you want to call being 'in Love' then that's fine.
I don't believe that there is a God, but I feel like if there was, we'd be cool because he'd understands why we don't believe in him. I think he'd also be proud of all the good people that there are in the world, even if they aren't Christian.
I feel like it's difficult to be me. I've always had a rigid belief of who I am, but every now and then I realize that what I believe, isn't me.
I feel like there are only so many 'friend time slots' available in my life. I've met a lot of wonderful people and I try to keep all the special ones around, even if we're not in regular communication. I don't see or speak to a lot of my friends, but I feel like they still understand that we're close. I trust them to know they're still important to me even if I don't show it as much as I should.
I've been craving musical inspiration. A lot of people have suggested a few bands/albums to check out and I've really appreciated it. I've given everything a really honest shot too. I'd love to grow into more music. If anyone can suggest an album to download/buy please leave a comment. It would make me happy.
Sweet dreams.
Current mood: accomplished
Friday, February 6, 2009
I'm working through the weekend again this week. One of my co-workers was nice enough (and needed the money enough) to ask if I wanted to take Friday off. So here I am.
Today was cleanup day. My room was getting pretty messy.
Beyond that though, I have a lot of shit that I've hung on to for too long. Today is the day to toss it. I even went through my hard-drive and deleted things. I cleaned out my MSN list.
It all felt great.
Current music: Stone Temple Pilots - Big Empty
They're the people who wait inside.
My jacket zipper is broken. The wind is biting. I have Zero blaring into my ears.
Do they not even realize that they're just taking advantage of me?
Here I am, waiting outside for the bus, freezing my ass off while they rest inside the store. Watching for the moment that I step towards the road and stop the bus.
I start wondering if I should fuck with them.
I could trick them into coming outside by walking to the edge of the road; and start counting my fare. Or I could just let the bus go by, hail a cab, give them the finger and get a ride home. That would cost money though.
I don't like these people.
I judge.
I judge, but I won't hold those judgments against anyone.
I don't like these people.
All I ever really wanted from them was a thank you.
Current music: Joy Division - She's Lost Control
Thursday, January 29, 2009
So I saw Rocknrolla the other day.
A review I read said something like this, "In this film Guy Ritchie poorly imitates the work of his favorite director, who happens to be Guy Ritchie."
It feels like Snatch and Lock Stock and Two Smoking barrels, but something just isn't quite right. The movie tries so hard. It's difficult to follow at some points just because there are so many damn characters involved in so many different schemes.
It just barely falls short of working.
Despite all of that, I liked the movie. In fact, I enjoyed it an awful lot. Enough to inspire a livejournal post so that should tell you something.
The movie didn't do so well in theaters but I'm making a prediction that it will become one of those cult classic films that everyone brags about liking right from the get-go despite it's poor debut. The movie has so many amazing parts. The characters are wonderfully written. And the plot isn't so bad at all really.
It's just a bit too snappy/witty/quick at times that it disrupts any kind of comfortable flow.
Take Snatch, and then try watching it at 4x speed. It feels like the first 45 minutes or so are just sprinting by you and you're trying to catch up...
The main redeeming quality of the film is the role of Johnny Quid played by Toby Kebbell. He's a rockstar who faked a suicide to get away from society. Now he hides out with his friend and has become a junkie. I've really fallen in love with this character and I'm now downloading Control (the Ian Curtis/Joy Division movie) just because Toby Kebbell is in it. He won an award in England for being the 'hottest' up and coming actor.
The entire cast of Rocknrolla is pretty solid.
I'd like you all to watch it if you haven't, and then post your opinion.
If you've already seen it. Share your opinion.
G'Bye for now.
Current mood:  tired
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
So they finally found my bag. I'll be getting it later tonight.
I had basically just assumed it was gone.
I only owned most of the stuff in there for a day and a half really... it'll be like getting it all over again. I'm super excited.
Bush was elected eight years ago. That was the last inauguration I would expect myself to remember, but I don't remember it happening at all. Don't get me wrong, I'm Canadian, I'm not really expected by anyone else to know things about America. ... but I don't think I would have forgotten an inauguration like this.
At Yonge and Dundas square in downtown Toronto, they're going to be playing it on the big tv screen on the building. Classic Rock Q107 stopped it's music for about ten minutes to talk about it.
And this is in Canada.
It's craziness.
I stumbled across this one little piece someone wrote. Regardless of how you feel about the new President, this is something to be happy about.
"In national news, Tuesday is the inauguration of Barack Obama as 44th president of the United States. We've been so wrapped up in various forms of financial panic, real or imagined, that some may have lost sight of what a great day this is for America. Regardless of whether Obama ultimately proves to be an outstanding president or an average chief executive or a dud, only in America could this happen. A country whose eternal shame is that it once held slaves elects a black man as its leader, and a black man who came from nothing, entirely self-made. Obama is so appealing because he is the embodiment of the American story -- and that story is still in the early chapters. Today every American, even those who exercised their right to oppose Obama, should beam with pride. Until now I felt proudest to be an American on July 20, 1969, when Neil Armstrong put his foot on the moon. I thought then, "No other nation can accomplish such a thing, no other nation can dream so big." Today I feel prouder, because Obama represents a much grander and more important dream. Today America proves to the world that we meant what we said about freedom and equality."
And that's from a sports writer.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
It's my birthday, so anyone who stumbles upon the post, I request that you wish me a happy birthday. Seriously. If I find out that you skimmed through this post and didn't wish me a happy birthday, I'll probably kill myself.
My ego needs a little padding fellas. Hop to it.
I'm quite drunk at the moment so don't expect much or any cohesion in my entry.
Two comments:
New Years has always been a bit of a strange event for me. I've recently decided that it's built and promoted for a certain audience. That audience consist of people who live on a more strictly established day-to-day basis. To the people who live day-to-day the idea of beginning a-new is appealing, to everyone else, it's just unrealistic. There isn't any kind of negative judgment on the types who thrive on New Years, if anything I envy them, it's an opportunity for a new beginning, but I never really get much out of it.
For every year, as long as I can remember, my resolution has always just been to be the best person that I can be. Really, that's a pretty good resolution to make, but on a more practical level, I obviously break that resolution every now and then. We all would, but the point is I'm always trying my best. I try hard to be who I want to be, the problem is... I don't really know who I want to be. I just have some vague, abstract understanding of an idea that I want to be....
Needless to say, I very rarely satisfy my resolution.
The second thing I'd like to say is about the music industry. With the birth of the cd we also saw the death of singles. Since it cost just as much to produce an entire album as it did as single it just wasn't worth it to produce singles anymore except for collection purposes. With the rise of mp3 trading the idea of albums in general came into question. You could make all sorts of claims like how vinyl albums have increased in sales this year, but really those are all just trends. At this point it's to predict any kind of long-term repercussions but my prediction is that albums are more or less dead. Well, more specifically, the music industry as we know it is dead.
When I approached this idea I thought to myself "What would I do if I were a professional musician in this time?" My solution, I'd release single albums and downloads for free. The entire purpose of the singles and downloads would be to promote attendance at my live shows. With the state of music presently I think the most lucrative way to survive these days it through your live show.
I really think this is an interesting time in music. Downloadable music has practically made mp3s free, now the value of your ability can only really be expressed in a live show.
For the first time in years the only thing that will matter is how good of a show you put on. In my memory, money for musicians came from record/disc/cassette sales... but finally, for the first time in my lifetime, the things that actually matter will finally become important.
... I'm really curious as to how it'll play out...
Last comment.
The story of my birth goes something like this.
I was born early morning on the 10th of January. My father had to shovel the driveway during a horrible snowstorm just to drive my mother to the hospital. It was a shock to us all since I was a month early. I was pretty easy to deliver. I don't know if it's because my mother had already given birth to two, large children, but she always describes me as just having popped out. She jokes that the doctor had to catch me as I flew out, then I went straight to the incubator for a few days since I was horrible undersized and had a pretty severe cause of jaundice.
And then we all lives happily ever after... ... ... ... or something like that.
I'll be 22 when I wake up. How fucking scary is that?
Sweet dreams everyone.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
So, there is probably a fair amount to say, I'll try to make it brief though.
Merry Christmas.
I had a good time with my family and some of my friends. It was awesome to see my brother.
My plane was delayed 10 hours for my return flight, and then they lost my bag. I've called them every day since, no word. Apparently a lot of bags were misplaced that day... I hope that's the truth and not just a lie to comfort me. I had a lot of stuff in that bag...
World War Z, which is a book and a gift from Phil/Laura, is amazing. I've plowed through it the past two days and am almost done. I recommend it to everyone who has not read it. Everyone.
I purchased an Xbox 360 today. Assassin's Creed is pretty awesome.
G'Bye :P.
Friday, December 19, 2008
So it's snowing like it's the end of the world right now, so obviously no progress in putting up posters.
My roommates seemed to think it was a great idea to socialize the cats as much as possible... their cat has never been around another animal since it was taken away from it's mother... I told them this was a really really stupid idea but they did it anyway. Their cat hissed, the new cat tried to go closer, their cat attacked, new cat ran away.
I reminded them again it was a bad idea, but while at work today Kristen decided to let them play, or whatever it was she had in mind. I don't know exactly what happened, but when I got home their cat is now in my room, and it's scared shitless. I can't go anywhere near it without it trying to kill me, and at the moment it's unfortunately sitting under my computer desk so I have to reach from as far away from the computer as I can just to type.
Why do I get the pissed off cat? It's their cat.
Edit:
One thing that I need to remind people of is that keeping this cat isn't really an option... them getting along eventually is all well and good, but there isn't really going to be an eventually. Either we find the owners, or we give it to the SPCA. I can't keep the cat, and they plan to travel for a while this summer and expect their father to watch their cat... it would be irresponsible to keep two... which is what I'm afraid they have in mind to do.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
So there is a new cat in the apartment.
It was lost, brought here, and now it stays in my half of the apartment since Chris has his cat on his and Kristen's side.
He's super duper friendly though he plays a little rough with his claws and teeth.
We're going to start putting up signs tomorrow. I like him though.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
My brother will be visiting Ottawa to spend time with our family this Christmas. The last time we were all (all being; my mother, sister, brother and myself) together for Christmas was four years ago.
My sister is giddy.
My mother is excited.
I'm kind of nervous.
My brother has always been, far and away, the biggest influence on my life. Growing up he was equal parts my tormentor and my hero. When I was eleven years old he moved out from my mothers to live with my father and since then I've seen him, maybe, two dozen times. Over the past four years though I think I've only spent time with him one three occasions.
He's four years older than me, which when your ten means he's a grown-up, but now with our ages at 21 and 25 he's practically my peer.
The problem though is that I feel a lot of pressure to be someone that he is proud of.
Monday, December 8, 2008
I've been living on my own for over two years now.
The intention has always been that this is just my 'time off' from school. Time to get my head straight. Time to grow into myself before I'm ready to climb the rungs of life. Going back to school has always been the plan. In the meantime though it's been more about personal development.
This phase of my life effectively started when I moved to Toronto. I had been hanging around Ottawa and had a brief stint in Montreal before ending up in Toronto, but this chapter started the day I arrived in Toronto. It was significant not only because it was my first day living in a new city, but that day I noticed a sharp pain growing in my abdomen. The sharp pain is what ended up being my kidney stones, which, for comparisons sake, I rank right up there in life changing events with my broken leg (I wish I had time to explain how important my broken leg was, but basically the friends I am friends with now, I think had a lot to do with me breaking my leg).
My diet and health lifestyle in general were absolutely atrocious. I ate a pack of crackers and drank a 2L bottle of coke daily and very rarely consumed actual food.
It took another kidney stone scare to really have the message hit home, but because of it, I adjusted my diet. I completely cut crackers out, and very rarely drank soda. My diet still wasn't the greatest, but I had fortunately started working at a vegetarian restaurant and was living with Alex and Marisa who normally prepared proper meals.
... then we started to notice our bug problem.
Though never a complete slob, my home with my mother was never particularly clean. Now all of a sudden I had a cockroach infestation in my own apartment. I'd feel them on my feet while I sat at my computer, they would crawl on my desk, and at night you couldn't set a foot on the kitchen floor without stepping on bugs... I really wish I was exaggerating. It was horrible. I don't even know how we all put up for it as long as I did, but I list that as another of the trials that has helped me to grow. I've never really had a messy room since.
My room is spotless now, even my bed's made.
When Alex and Marisa moved out I felt a lot of pressure to prove to myself exactly how much I had grown. To a large degree I depended on them. Because of them there was always food in the fridge, always a meal I could get the leftovers of and I also felt a bit of pressure to make sure I kept myself taken care of just so that I didn't look bad by comparison. With them gone I had to prove to myself that I could handle life, truly on my own.
My life is built around chapters. I've segmented it very clearly and this is a chapter of self-development. I am proud of myself. After some tooth pains about a month ago I've been brushing at least twice a day, often three. I've even started flossing! (which I am really going to stress on myself to make sure I keep doing it... God do I ever hate flossing...)
This chapter ends in April.
In April I will be moving to Montreal to begin the next chapter. I miss my friends so much. For whatever reason it's only really started to hit home how much I actually miss them. Maybe just because the move is now impending. It's finalized. I'll be there in the spring :).
I don't want to call myself an adult, not yet, but I feel like I've grown up. Mentally I feel I've made similar strides, but that might be a topic for another day. It's a subject that would be a lot more difficult to actually quantify, but the gains are equally substantial.
Either way, I'm going back to school. Not because I feel I should or because I feel I have to, but because I'm ready.
And that's that.
Current music: Smashing Pumpkins - Starla
Monday, December 1, 2008
I've been looking forward to writing this entry all day.
There isn't any particular piece of news to share with everyone, (so stop reading, unless you're bored), but I have a number of small things to report.
We had our first party in the apartment since Alex and Marisa moved out. It went really well. My friend Adam showed up with a keg, everyone seemed to get along really well, someone threw up on the kitchen floor (he failed the Alcool challenge!), and good times were had by all.
I recently purchased the new Smashing Pumpkins DVD. First I'd like to say Amazon is incredibly speedy in its delivery. I ordered it late on a Monday night and it arrived on Wednesday, and that was the regular small parcel option. As for the DVD itself, I was pleasantly surprised. The Smashing Pumpkins are my favorite band, but as of late my expectations have been very low... either way, I am happy with the purchase. It is kind of watered down version of what they used to be, but it seems like they're growing into that role rather than trying to recreate what they used to be.
The biggest knock on their newer stuff was that Billy just wasn't singing like Billy anymore. He used to scream like a banshee and it was hard as nails... but it seemed like he was trying to sing more like everyone else, but that was a horrible sound to hear coming from his vocal chords. I made an observation recently though, I don't think it's that he's trying to sing 'better', it's just that he can't sing the way he used to, so he's trying his best with what he CAN do. You can almost see it when he tries to reach for a certain sound but can't... Either way, as I mentioned in the previous paragraph, I really think they're getting better at being who they are now.
Or maybe it's just grown on me because I've listened to it so much.
Another purchase I made was Chrono Trigger for the DS. MMORPGs aside (Dragonrealms!) Chrono Trigger is my favorite game. Magus was the badass, anti-hero who jump started my love for... well... the archetypical badass anti-hero. I couldn't say enough about this game and although I've played through it a dozen times, I was looking forward to living it all over again.
When the DS first came out, my dream was to play games of Chrono Trigger's quality while on the go. There are a number of games that I've really enjoyed, but as a whole, I've been disappointed by the library of games for the DS. While playing Chrono Trigger, and maybe it's just because of the nostalgia, but I could not think of any DS games that looked, played, sounded, or even compared to it.
I've revisited a number of old game that I loved and many of them have not aged well at all... but I believe that Chrono Trigger is a timeless classic.
I played 14 hours this weekend, despite having a party on Friday and working on Sunday... I haven't put that kind of time into a game in ages.
I was sure I had more to say... but I suppose that'll have to do for now.
Props to anyone who recognized the subject of this post before reading the entry.
Current music: Smashing Pumpkins - Peace + Love
Friday, November 21, 2008
I'm watching a Raptors game, for those of you who don't like sports bear with me, I just witnessed an incredibly dramatic moment.
The Raptors are a competitive team in the NBA. Last year they made it to the playoffs but couldn't manage to make any progress. This year, the team is essentially the same but with the addition of the center Jermaine O'Neal. He is the difference. If this team is to progress further than last year, it all depends on him.
Early on in the season O'Neal struggled. The media didn't hold back in their criticism. He was an expensive acquisition, the hope was high, but he wasn't pulling through.
Slowly, he's started to make progress.
Each game it seems as though he's improved, and now he's become a dependable leader on the team, and on the stat sheet.
In today's game, early in the fourth quarter, Jermaine O'Neal landed awkwardly on his already injured knee. The home crowd went silent. A trainer came out to the court to look him over and the whole time you could hear a pin drop. Slowly he started to stand.
When he walked with only a slight limp off the court the crowd went freaking nuts. Loudest I've heard them cheer all season.
Jermaine O'Neal is the different, the fans knew that. They knew their season was on the line when he went down grasping his knee.
The fans really love this team :).
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