With just a few hours left in this year I thought I would set up with what surely will be a life-altering blog for my loyal readers as they reflect on the past year and look forward to the one ahead of them. For the past 3 weeks I have struggled to find motivation to write about anything even though a lot of good things have happened. For instance, I have graduated college, I celebrated a great Christmas with my family, and I am currently listening to some Akon in my apartment preparing with what should be a memorable New Years at the Bluebird in a few hours. On the downside of things my Pacers have managed to go winless for the better part of two weeks now, IU has had back to back home losses to Northeastern and Lipscomb, bonus points if you know what part of the country those colleges are in. Also on the Debbie Downer side of the news is the fact that even though I have graduated I am still currently raising money so I can pay off last semesters tuition so I can actually recieve and be able to hold, grope and fondle my diploma. If you are not up to date on my financial aid issues please tune to some of my previous blogs.
But enough about 2008. When most of you read this the year is going to be over anyway. Lets look forward. 2009 baby. Enjoy it.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The 2008 Slammy Awards
In honor of the WWE Slammy Awards last night on Raw which rewarded the top wrestling moments of 2008 I have decided to host my own Slammy Awards using my life experiences from 2008 as the nominees but still keeping the same categories the WWE did. Enjoy.
Tag Team of the Year
This will probably be the easiest and most obvious award I will give today but lets tell the tail of the tape anyways. The tag team of Steve-0 and Bo (aka Chocolate Bear and Vanilla Bear) in 2008 traveled to Louisville, Indianapolis, Columbus (twice) and to Dallas, Texas just to go to concerts and have a Chicago adventure planned at the turn of the year to see a little band called Metallica play for the third time in my life. If not that was award worthy enough for you here's the link to the youtube video of Guy Love sung by Turk and JD from Scrubs:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaTR5juMfr8
Best Finishing Maneuver of the Year
This is an interesting topic because I'm not sure whether to make it dirty or not but because this is a family friendly blog we're going to stay on clean street with this one. At this point in my life, being only one week from attaining a college degree when I hear the term "finishing" I just think about finishing college and so even though some stories may get inappropriate later on we're going to let this one be the way it is.
Extreme Moment of the Year
This award is difficult to give out because I tend to do a lot of random things and follow them through for if for any other reason, my own amusement. Runner ups for this award include my Superbowl Party, our night in Columbus, Ohio when there was no power and we didn't have a place to stay, living out of my car for a month and of course the night I danced with a 55 year old woman at in Indy bar because it was her birthday and I wanted her to have a good time (the fact that both of her daughters were easy on the eyes also helped). But the winner has to be the going to Dallas, Texas for the weekend just to see Ozzfest. Plane tickets, hotels, car rentals all for one concert. It was one of those weekends that you can always fall back on and think about and be like, yea I did that and be happy with yourself about.
Couple of the Year
Since I have been single the great majority of 2008 it makes it very difficult for me to nominate myself for this award. That being said I can say that after living with my cousin Sean for a couple months while he was preparing for his wedding I truly learned who the couple of the year were in my life. Sean's cat Ringo and myself had a couple of the best months in my life. That's right ladies, I picked a cat over all of you for the year of 2008. Feel Special. Ringo over the course of 2008 allowed me to watch wrestling and basketball whenever I wanted, never once cared if I wanted him to not sleep in my bed at night and was also a huge fan of my "Flying Ringo" game, a game that I have never found any girl to enjoy up to this part of my life. So girls, I hope you all realize by reading this that you need to pick it up a notch.
Diva of the Year
Instincts told me to just post a picture of the hottest girl I was involved with over the course of 2008. Me not wanting to get my ass kicked decided to go with a picture of the girl I hope to get with in 2009. That's right folks, I give you Kelly Kelly.
OMG Moment of the Year
This award is being given to the most random sudden thing that happened to me this year which is probably without a doubt the night that I hit a donkey on that lonely county road in Randolph County. The good news from this incident was that the donkey was ok, my car was ok (except for a little love dent that the donkey gave me on my hood) and I also get to tell people for the rest of my life that I hit a real life donkey for the rest of my life. It's not something to go out and brag about I know but I like being a story topper and this is quite a doozy of one to have in my arsenal.
Match of the Year
Because I'm a lover and not a fighter and also because my friends are mostly all talk and no game I didn't really see to many altercations that were award worthy which is why I am going to the ring with this one. This past August when Sean, Scotty and I attended Summerslam we had no idea what we were getting into. First off, the event was held at Conseco Fieldhouse and we had to wait over two hours just to get in the place, something I never recall ever having to do from the near 100 Pacer games I have attended there. The event itself was unreal (and I don't mean unreal like everything is fake and its stupid). Whether you're a wrestling fan or not watching an even life will make you a kid again. 4 year old Bo would agree. The match of the Year was without question the Undertaker vs. Edge. Intro music, pyros, a giant 15 foot tall Hell in the Cell, Tables, Ladders, it was just all there. I will say though that when the Undertaker through Edge off the top of the ladder through the entire ring and then proceeded to light him on fire I could of died right now and been fine with it.
"Damn" Moment of the Year
For you non-wrestling junkies this award is given out to the most ridiculously hilarious extended moment of 2008. That is that it is not a single moment, but a string of little moments that make you shake your head and just say "Damn". My "Damn" moment of 2008 came this summer when a friendly case race between Steve and I escalated into have theme music and intros which escalated into a side contest where to put this generously lap dancing was involved and the winner got an actual microwave donated by yours truly. And although I was not in the side contest but was merely one of the officials of the event it does make you kind of put your head down, smirk a little bit, shake your head and just say "Damn".
Superstar of the Year
It should surprise none of you that I have nominated myself for Superstar of the Year. During this year I have lived in Carlos, Greenwood and Bloomington. I have student taught, coached an 8th grade girls basketball team (9-7 was our record), coached a junior high track team (girls got second in the county with only 6 girls), coached a 16 and under girls basketball AAU team (I don't remember our record here, too many random games but it was significantly above .500), and have made a rapid rise at Dunkin Donuts in the process. and I am also on the brink of graduating college to conclude my year academically. Personally I have seen concerts in 5 states, have been to at least a half dozen Pacer games and another half dozen IU games (when we were good). I have seen girls come and go and in some cases come again (that's what she said). I've been told I'm an amazing guy and I've been told I need psychological help. I've made new friends and established new enemies (namely the Financial Aid Dept, Jesse Ballenger is a close second). I lost my grandfather but became closer to my family in the process. It's funny how life works, how the unexpected always seems to happen and how we're so surprised when the unexpected does happen. (Sorry but I had to sum up my 2008 with a JD like statement).
Tag Team of the Year
This will probably be the easiest and most obvious award I will give today but lets tell the tail of the tape anyways. The tag team of Steve-0 and Bo (aka Chocolate Bear and Vanilla Bear) in 2008 traveled to Louisville, Indianapolis, Columbus (twice) and to Dallas, Texas just to go to concerts and have a Chicago adventure planned at the turn of the year to see a little band called Metallica play for the third time in my life. If not that was award worthy enough for you here's the link to the youtube video of Guy Love sung by Turk and JD from Scrubs:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaTR5juMfr8
Best Finishing Maneuver of the Year
This is an interesting topic because I'm not sure whether to make it dirty or not but because this is a family friendly blog we're going to stay on clean street with this one. At this point in my life, being only one week from attaining a college degree when I hear the term "finishing" I just think about finishing college and so even though some stories may get inappropriate later on we're going to let this one be the way it is.
Extreme Moment of the Year
This award is difficult to give out because I tend to do a lot of random things and follow them through for if for any other reason, my own amusement. Runner ups for this award include my Superbowl Party, our night in Columbus, Ohio when there was no power and we didn't have a place to stay, living out of my car for a month and of course the night I danced with a 55 year old woman at in Indy bar because it was her birthday and I wanted her to have a good time (the fact that both of her daughters were easy on the eyes also helped). But the winner has to be the going to Dallas, Texas for the weekend just to see Ozzfest. Plane tickets, hotels, car rentals all for one concert. It was one of those weekends that you can always fall back on and think about and be like, yea I did that and be happy with yourself about.
Couple of the Year
Since I have been single the great majority of 2008 it makes it very difficult for me to nominate myself for this award. That being said I can say that after living with my cousin Sean for a couple months while he was preparing for his wedding I truly learned who the couple of the year were in my life. Sean's cat Ringo and myself had a couple of the best months in my life. That's right ladies, I picked a cat over all of you for the year of 2008. Feel Special. Ringo over the course of 2008 allowed me to watch wrestling and basketball whenever I wanted, never once cared if I wanted him to not sleep in my bed at night and was also a huge fan of my "Flying Ringo" game, a game that I have never found any girl to enjoy up to this part of my life. So girls, I hope you all realize by reading this that you need to pick it up a notch.
Diva of the Year
Instincts told me to just post a picture of the hottest girl I was involved with over the course of 2008. Me not wanting to get my ass kicked decided to go with a picture of the girl I hope to get with in 2009. That's right folks, I give you Kelly Kelly.
OMG Moment of the Year
This award is being given to the most random sudden thing that happened to me this year which is probably without a doubt the night that I hit a donkey on that lonely county road in Randolph County. The good news from this incident was that the donkey was ok, my car was ok (except for a little love dent that the donkey gave me on my hood) and I also get to tell people for the rest of my life that I hit a real life donkey for the rest of my life. It's not something to go out and brag about I know but I like being a story topper and this is quite a doozy of one to have in my arsenal.
Match of the Year
Because I'm a lover and not a fighter and also because my friends are mostly all talk and no game I didn't really see to many altercations that were award worthy which is why I am going to the ring with this one. This past August when Sean, Scotty and I attended Summerslam we had no idea what we were getting into. First off, the event was held at Conseco Fieldhouse and we had to wait over two hours just to get in the place, something I never recall ever having to do from the near 100 Pacer games I have attended there. The event itself was unreal (and I don't mean unreal like everything is fake and its stupid). Whether you're a wrestling fan or not watching an even life will make you a kid again. 4 year old Bo would agree. The match of the Year was without question the Undertaker vs. Edge. Intro music, pyros, a giant 15 foot tall Hell in the Cell, Tables, Ladders, it was just all there. I will say though that when the Undertaker through Edge off the top of the ladder through the entire ring and then proceeded to light him on fire I could of died right now and been fine with it.
"Damn" Moment of the Year
For you non-wrestling junkies this award is given out to the most ridiculously hilarious extended moment of 2008. That is that it is not a single moment, but a string of little moments that make you shake your head and just say "Damn". My "Damn" moment of 2008 came this summer when a friendly case race between Steve and I escalated into have theme music and intros which escalated into a side contest where to put this generously lap dancing was involved and the winner got an actual microwave donated by yours truly. And although I was not in the side contest but was merely one of the officials of the event it does make you kind of put your head down, smirk a little bit, shake your head and just say "Damn".
Superstar of the Year
It should surprise none of you that I have nominated myself for Superstar of the Year. During this year I have lived in Carlos, Greenwood and Bloomington. I have student taught, coached an 8th grade girls basketball team (9-7 was our record), coached a junior high track team (girls got second in the county with only 6 girls), coached a 16 and under girls basketball AAU team (I don't remember our record here, too many random games but it was significantly above .500), and have made a rapid rise at Dunkin Donuts in the process. and I am also on the brink of graduating college to conclude my year academically. Personally I have seen concerts in 5 states, have been to at least a half dozen Pacer games and another half dozen IU games (when we were good). I have seen girls come and go and in some cases come again (that's what she said). I've been told I'm an amazing guy and I've been told I need psychological help. I've made new friends and established new enemies (namely the Financial Aid Dept, Jesse Ballenger is a close second). I lost my grandfather but became closer to my family in the process. It's funny how life works, how the unexpected always seems to happen and how we're so surprised when the unexpected does happen. (Sorry but I had to sum up my 2008 with a JD like statement).
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
After weeks of nontraditional posts I have decided to go back to my roots, to where it all began and get in touch with my true fan base for awhile. Since we last left I have moved to a different Dunkin' store and am quickly becoming a steamliner with uppermanagement written all over him. Now this sounds familar? A guy whos not really a motivated worker at his current job gets promotion after promotion. Of course in that movie he ended up robbing the place and getting away with it, but why would I need to rob Dunkin' anyway?. (see Regaining Paradise: The Search for the Lost Green Monster from the grips of the Evil Coquette in the Financial Aid Office: Parts I and II). And with the way managers are getting fired/arrested I'm probably going to own the place by Christmas.
In Sean we Trust
In honor of Sean and his always good advice I have decided to listen to him once again and write a book about my life (also known as an autobiography). And although I have no idea how long I will think writing a book is a good idea he is very persistent that my life story this past year or so could entertain the masses in a very episodic way. So with this claim I expect him to begin writing his foreward to my book that will be included in it. And keep in mind cousin, in Karl Marx's Communist Manifesto the foreward is actually longer than the book itself.
A Love Story
So I recently kind of threw myself at a girl and although I was not expecting major dividends from it immediately I knew I would be proud of myself for it. Anyway in preparation for this I watched the famous scene from the movie The Sandlot where Squince finally loses it and shows his affection to Wendy Peffercorn. Although I didn't go this far with my antics it probably wouldn't of been the worst idea. Well anyway, heres the link
In part because of the Men's teams deficiencies this year and also in part of the IU Women's Coaching staffs loyalty to Dunkin Donuts every morning for their morning coffee brewed by yours truly I have decided to make a season long section to IU's best basketball team. The ladies are 4-2 in this young season and are gearing for their 4th victory in a row when the take on Miami (FL) this Friday. IU!
Inspiration for Tom
In honor of the holiday season I have decided to use this quote from a Charlie's Browns Christmas for your daily inspiration
"I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It's not bad at all, really. Maybe it just needs a little love."
--Linus (referring to the stick of a tree that Charlie Brown picked out to use for Christmas)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Regaining Paradise: The Search for the Lost Green Monther from the grips of the Evil Coquette in the Financial Aid Office: Part II
I told myself I would hold off on this blog until I could write the thrilling conclusion about my financial aid saga. Well I have some good news for you, the saga continues and although this is not the end to my story it is a thrilling continuation of its entertaining beginning. When I last left you I was currently waiting to hear from my adviser to hear if she would write me out an academic progress report stating I would graduate. To me avail I heard from her moments after posting that blog and was very excited to hear that I would be allowed to set up an appointment with her and get my letter in a cool five days. Seems about right. Fast forward five days and I get my letter. Fast forward another day and I submit my Academic Appeal so I can get my aid.
This story would be a lot better in my eyes if I could just say my appeal was approved and I got my aid. The end. The best stories don't end like that though and neither does this one. It was about a week later and I get an e-mail from the Great Financial Aid Department and what do I see? My Appeal was denied without cause. This prompted a spring from my apartment to the Aid Office looking for an explanation. What did I get? My appeal was not through enough. Interesting. The woman advised me to redo the appeal and be very specific about any class that I have ever taken that was not related to my major, I had to retake or I withdrew from. Keep in mind that I am no longer counting my financial aid trip office visits anymore but if you're that interested.....The next one I make will be my sweet sixteen. Anyway moving on. After this news I was deeply emotional and took the night basically to calm myself down to write out my new appeal. The next morning was my day off work and I woke early, walked to the ed school library and began writing my appeal. How in depth was my appeal? I copy and pasted my academic transcript to a word document and wrote about every single class I have ever taken in my college career and wrote what was essentially my autobiography with it. The end result was 11 typed pages of my college career. Something that might be posted as a blog itself as a spin off once from this one was my story ends. After I was done with the new appeal I made yet another trip to the financial aid office and probably talked to one of the most ridiculous women I have ever talked to in my entire life.
I wanted to appeal to be viewed by someone of significance before I was going to turn it in. Just to make sure it was exactly what they wanted . Well apparently someone significant wasn't available and I got this random woman. She went on to tell me what was wrong with my appeal even though she had obviously not even read it. Finally she told me that this appeal might be ok but it would be better with my semester grades with it. By now it is after 4 pm on a Friday. I go ahead and tell her just to take that appeal and I would work on getting the grades for my next appeal assuming that one got denied to and if you looked at the situation logistically I would probably have a hard time getting a hold of my professors over the weekend. This takes me to this weekend which was one of the more work induced weekends of my life. I worked 8 hours on Saturday, 10 hours on Sunday during a night shift and got up before sunrise on Monday to work 9 more hours. So by the time I got off work on Monday I was looking forward to my day off. Instead of normal turk night preparations I came home to an e-mail from the lovable Financial Aid Office stating that my appeal I been denied again and would at this point most likely not be approved for this semester but I was more than welcome to try to submit another appeal if I thought it was necessary. This was yesterday. It was 8 degrees outside. I had just taken off my work clothes and was in mesh shorts and a tank top. I read this email at 3:45. The Financial Aid Office closes at 4. I slip on my new balances and literally sprint to the financial aid office this time pissed off, really pissed off. The type of pissed of very few have seen me get before. I get in there and demand that I talk to someone about my financial aid and why I'm not getting it. Apparently my tone worked this time because I didn't get any of the excuses or follow up questions I have gotten before they just promptly led me to the back (where the big heads work) and took me to someone they thought could help me. The mans name was Klinger and he looked like Steve the Pirate from Dodgeball (when Steve the Pirate had short hair at the end of the movie). I told him my situation. AGAIN. This time though he actually appeared to be at least somewhat listening to me He tries to tell me that the reasoning from my denial was because there were 2 semesters during my college career that were somewhat of question. Keep in mind these are not the past two semesters or anything but just two semesters in general.
This was very confusing to me because everything accumulative about my academic progress is fine and I thought putting to random semesters together that were not even back to back was skewing the statistics in their favor. Well Klinger told me he would get on it and that I should hear something by morning. Well he was a man of his word and when I woke up this morning I had an e-mail in my hotmail account waiting for attention. He said in his letter that after talking to numerous people about my situation they had concluded that I would not be eligible for aid this semester and that I could apply for aid next semester but it is highly unlikely that I would ever get anything again.
My next steps were cautious ones. I knew this would in all likelihood be my last trip to the Financial Aid Office and I wanted to make sure I had everything ready and I was prepared . I go there, I tell them I want Klinger. Next thing I knew I got Klinger. For the next 20 minutes we argued about the poor system of the Financial Aid Office, their inability to help me or not hurt me and finally ending with me telling Klinger that dealing with his financial aid office was one of the top worst experiences of my life. Well that was fun. Now lets talk solutions. I'm not eligible for aid. Great. I do still need 3 grand by the next month so I can receive my diploma. I mean I'm open to ideas here. So we end up rounding out our hour meeting discussing Private-Non School Loans, Student Advocate Programs and other possible solutions. So finally I got up and began to walk out the door before he stopped me a final time and asked me about my coaching basketball class and how fun it was. I told him it was pretty cool but believe it or not I think I might have a hard time getting Tom Crean to send you guys my semester grade like you asked but I'll see what I can do. I'm not sure but I think he's kinda busy right now and should be leaving for Maui anytime now.
So here we are. A phone conversation with Sean during a walk to the library and I've been blogging ever since contemplating my next move. At this point though I think this story just might end up at a dog track with me putting a 50 spot on a 60 to 1 odds pup. Come on Santa's Little Helper! (The Simpsons) I need to graduate!
This story would be a lot better in my eyes if I could just say my appeal was approved and I got my aid. The end. The best stories don't end like that though and neither does this one. It was about a week later and I get an e-mail from the Great Financial Aid Department and what do I see? My Appeal was denied without cause. This prompted a spring from my apartment to the Aid Office looking for an explanation. What did I get? My appeal was not through enough. Interesting. The woman advised me to redo the appeal and be very specific about any class that I have ever taken that was not related to my major, I had to retake or I withdrew from. Keep in mind that I am no longer counting my financial aid trip office visits anymore but if you're that interested.....The next one I make will be my sweet sixteen. Anyway moving on. After this news I was deeply emotional and took the night basically to calm myself down to write out my new appeal. The next morning was my day off work and I woke early, walked to the ed school library and began writing my appeal. How in depth was my appeal? I copy and pasted my academic transcript to a word document and wrote about every single class I have ever taken in my college career and wrote what was essentially my autobiography with it. The end result was 11 typed pages of my college career. Something that might be posted as a blog itself as a spin off once from this one was my story ends. After I was done with the new appeal I made yet another trip to the financial aid office and probably talked to one of the most ridiculous women I have ever talked to in my entire life.
I wanted to appeal to be viewed by someone of significance before I was going to turn it in. Just to make sure it was exactly what they wanted . Well apparently someone significant wasn't available and I got this random woman. She went on to tell me what was wrong with my appeal even though she had obviously not even read it. Finally she told me that this appeal might be ok but it would be better with my semester grades with it. By now it is after 4 pm on a Friday. I go ahead and tell her just to take that appeal and I would work on getting the grades for my next appeal assuming that one got denied to and if you looked at the situation logistically I would probably have a hard time getting a hold of my professors over the weekend. This takes me to this weekend which was one of the more work induced weekends of my life. I worked 8 hours on Saturday, 10 hours on Sunday during a night shift and got up before sunrise on Monday to work 9 more hours. So by the time I got off work on Monday I was looking forward to my day off. Instead of normal turk night preparations I came home to an e-mail from the lovable Financial Aid Office stating that my appeal I been denied again and would at this point most likely not be approved for this semester but I was more than welcome to try to submit another appeal if I thought it was necessary. This was yesterday. It was 8 degrees outside. I had just taken off my work clothes and was in mesh shorts and a tank top. I read this email at 3:45. The Financial Aid Office closes at 4. I slip on my new balances and literally sprint to the financial aid office this time pissed off, really pissed off. The type of pissed of very few have seen me get before. I get in there and demand that I talk to someone about my financial aid and why I'm not getting it. Apparently my tone worked this time because I didn't get any of the excuses or follow up questions I have gotten before they just promptly led me to the back (where the big heads work) and took me to someone they thought could help me. The mans name was Klinger and he looked like Steve the Pirate from Dodgeball (when Steve the Pirate had short hair at the end of the movie). I told him my situation. AGAIN. This time though he actually appeared to be at least somewhat listening to me He tries to tell me that the reasoning from my denial was because there were 2 semesters during my college career that were somewhat of question. Keep in mind these are not the past two semesters or anything but just two semesters in general.
This was very confusing to me because everything accumulative about my academic progress is fine and I thought putting to random semesters together that were not even back to back was skewing the statistics in their favor. Well Klinger told me he would get on it and that I should hear something by morning. Well he was a man of his word and when I woke up this morning I had an e-mail in my hotmail account waiting for attention. He said in his letter that after talking to numerous people about my situation they had concluded that I would not be eligible for aid this semester and that I could apply for aid next semester but it is highly unlikely that I would ever get anything again.
My next steps were cautious ones. I knew this would in all likelihood be my last trip to the Financial Aid Office and I wanted to make sure I had everything ready and I was prepared . I go there, I tell them I want Klinger. Next thing I knew I got Klinger. For the next 20 minutes we argued about the poor system of the Financial Aid Office, their inability to help me or not hurt me and finally ending with me telling Klinger that dealing with his financial aid office was one of the top worst experiences of my life. Well that was fun. Now lets talk solutions. I'm not eligible for aid. Great. I do still need 3 grand by the next month so I can receive my diploma. I mean I'm open to ideas here. So we end up rounding out our hour meeting discussing Private-Non School Loans, Student Advocate Programs and other possible solutions. So finally I got up and began to walk out the door before he stopped me a final time and asked me about my coaching basketball class and how fun it was. I told him it was pretty cool but believe it or not I think I might have a hard time getting Tom Crean to send you guys my semester grade like you asked but I'll see what I can do. I'm not sure but I think he's kinda busy right now and should be leaving for Maui anytime now.
So here we are. A phone conversation with Sean during a walk to the library and I've been blogging ever since contemplating my next move. At this point though I think this story just might end up at a dog track with me putting a 50 spot on a 60 to 1 odds pup. Come on Santa's Little Helper! (The Simpsons) I need to graduate!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Regaining Paradise: The Search for the Lost Green Monther from the grips of the Evil Coquette in the Financial Aid Office
Every once in awhile a man encounters something that he must engage in that is truly a testimony for the kind of man he really is. For this man that encounter is his fight for his financial aid money. This tale begins like so many other ones, in sunshine and happiness. It was late August and I was just beginning to think about the need to apply for a student loan when what I thought was a gift from God appeared to fall into my lap, it was the Frank O'Bannnon Grant from the state of Indiana saying that I wouldn't have to pay for schooling this year. This was quite the momentous occasion in my life for a multitude of reasons namely being that I actually had never received a grant to go to school. The grant was everything I ever thought it could be, free schooling and perhaps even more importantly, no hassle. The grant specifically said on it that I needed to do absolutely nothing to qualify for such an award and that I just should sit back, relax and wait for things to take care of themselves. I how I miss that once glorious August week.
Fast forward to October. I'm starting to think about applying for classes in the spring to start my grad school but here's the hitch. My grant hadn't run through yet. I mean wtf, what could possibly be taking so long? In the meantime I decided to apply for a student loan to help out with bills, my books I bought this semester and the overlapping balance I had to pay from last spring that I basically paid off with a credit card (good idea/bad idea? i don't know). So even though I had kind of procrastinated for this student loan because of the GodKing known as the O'Bannon Grant it was time to make something happen. So in mid October I went to my faithful computer to give ole' Aunt Sallie a look up to get some financial assistance. I filled out my part, sent the information for the folks to cosign and basically take care of the rest. Meanwhile back in the Financial Aid Office they finally had a reason I had not yet received my grant. Apparently according to this fine university my graduation date was set for the Spring of 2008 and even though I did not receive a degree on 2008 they could not allow the state government to give me anything until I changed my graduation date. Trip 1 to Financial Aid Office: I'm there for 4 minutes, change my graduation date to the Winter of 2008 and they tell me my grant should appear on my account the following Wednesday. Great, well about time anyways. Fast forward to the next Wednesday, guess whats not showing up in my account? You guessed it, Frank's Grant. So the following day I make Trip number 2 to the financial aid office: I was there for approximately 5 minutes this time. All they had for me is that it wouldn't be processed now until the next Wednesday. Oh how convenient, and by the way, what kind of business only operates its functions one day a week. I mean it's a FINANCIAL AID OFFICE but yet they only process the ACTUAL FINANCIAL AID 1 DAY A WEEK. That's the equivalent of a pizza shop only selling pizzas on Tuesday's and just telling you the rest of the week to "Wait till Tuesday and your pizza will be ready." The only thing even comparable to how slow this process is would be the Pony Express which was the first mail system in the U.S. which was coincidentally replaced by the telegraph in the 1860's just to give you some perspective on what we're dealing with here.
Another week passes, I hear no activity from the Financial Aid Office, awesome. Wednesday comes and goes and like the two weeks before I stumble in on Thursday to see why the Pony Express didn't drop by my house on Wednesday. Trip 3 to the Financial Aid Office: Now I was expecting a lot of different possible scenarios when I walked in there but what I heard even I wasn't expecting and bare with me because I am paraphrasing here, "Well it wouldn't of processed anything yet since you just changed your graduation date." Ok one. Why is this graduation date thing such a big deal? I am enrolled in classes, I cannot emphasize that enough, what else do you want from me? And two. How come it was totally possible for my financial aid to show up on the first Wednesday but not the second. The man told me I should expect to see something the next Wednesday. Hmmm, sounds kind of familiar.
Over the weekend I decided to start devising my plan of attack, it was difficult though however because it was hard to read the enemy I was dealing with for a variety of reasons. The main reason being is that they want my money which really isn't a new concept to anybody. A lot of people and businesses want money for different reasons, mostly goods and services (this case being my education as a service I am purchasing from the University.) Unlike most collectors however the Financial Aid Department will only accept your money their way. You can't simply borrow money from one place (the state, Sallie Mae) and give it to the University. They have to oversee and pick at you with a needle during the whole process. So here's the game plan. I had decided that within one weeks time I will get my Grant and my Loan settled and be able to move on and essentially be able to start my life once again.
Here comes Tuesday. I need to get my loan done so it can meet that all important Wednesday Pony Express deadline. I check my loan, it says that I am preapproved but still need a cosigner to sign it. Ok dad, where have you been the last couple weeks? Fast forward through a phone call and some step by stepping dad completes the cosigning portion. Bad news though, its denied. What? I mean are you kidding me? Ok whatever I guess, Mom do this. Mom gets on to cosign it for me. Swing and a miss. Wow, how could this really be happening? I mean I was preapproved for the loan individually, how could an addition of a cosigner make my loan be declined?
The Day of Days
Now today is the culmination of this story. I woke up at 8 A.M. and decided I was going to forfeit all my classes for the day and do whatever it took to get my aid that I have been so desperately fighting for. Move 1: Get my loan. I went online to my Sallie Mae account but couldn't really find a solution to why it wouldn't approve my loan with a cosigner so I decided to call Aunt Sallie and play the waiting game with them. Fast forward 67 minutes of holding and I was talking to a real life person. Success! Here was the sitch though, my loan would go through if I took my potential cosigners off of it. Ok sorry mom and dad, and although even as I write this I don't understand how I could get preapproved for a loan by myself and declined for a loan with a cosigner I was not going to argue with the man, just give me my money, thank you.
Financial Aid Office Trip 4: Alright I can't wait another Wednesday for my Grant to not show up to so it's time to see what's going on. I walk in with all my paperwork and all the information showing what I should already have, my grant. Even though this is my fourth trip in as many weeks to the Aid Office I am talking to my fourth different person sitting in the same chair, I just thought that I would point that out. This specific young lady looks at my information and my account and then tells me that there is a "glitch" in the system and that is the reason I had not received my grant. A glitch huh? She did tell me however that they could override the glitch manually and that my Grant and my Loan should show up on my account within an hour. I couldn't believe it, finally I'm going to be able to live again! I was so excited I went to Penn Station to celebrate and called my dad on my way home to let him know that I had figured everything out, I was just so proud of myself. Once I got back home the first thing I did was get on the computer and check my e-mail and low and behold the Financial Aid Offices had sent me something. This part of my life is called getting punched in the face.
I had received an e-mail telling me that since I had enrolled in over 150 credits over my college career I had to fill out an Academic Process Appeal Form explaining why I have not yet graduated, double awesome. So since I don't have a printer I went to the library to print this mamma jamma out. With this Appeal Form it says I also to have a copy of an Academic Plan signed by an advisor indicating just how close I am to fulfilling my degree. Ok let me go ahead and set the ridiciliness of this whole process for you. The whole reason I have been enrolled in over 150 credits is for two reasons. One being that I am a transfer student and had to retake several classes once I started going to this fine university. The second reason is my enjoyment for taking a fun class (Coaching, P.E. on a given semester). Ok whatever, I can bs a form if that's what it takes for me to get my Aid. The Academic Plan is what really perplexed me. My graduating academic plan consists of the following: This student needs no more classes to graduate. He's done. Give him his money so he can get his diploma. Signed by: Some Lady. Now maybe it's just me but I found this idea utterly retarded.
Financial Aid Office Trip 5: I get there only to see a new person I've never seen before sitting at the desk I've become all to familiar with mere hours after I talked to someone earlier. So here we go again, I give her my information, my situation and she tells me basically what I already know. The woman is though fairly persistent that I have to have an advisor signing something that says I am going to graduate this semester. I remember asking the woman specifically twice if there was a special form that an advisor needed to fill out or if she could just sign my arm and that would be sufficient. Her response was that as long as my arm was attached and signed to my appeal form I would get my money. Ok moving on to the walk across campus to the Ed Building to find an advisor. We do the meet and greet, information giving, story telling but this increasingly unpleasant secretary insisted that I needed a specific form from the Financial Aid Office for an Advisor to fill out. Keep in mind at this point it is 3 PM and all I have done for the last 7 hours was work on this financial aid and eat a sandwich, I've been in better moods. I'm trying to explain to this secretary that the Financial Aid Office told me all I needed was a signature from them and I could move on with my life. She finally tried to call the Financial Aid office but apparently didn't get an answer so she told me to sit down until she could figure something out. While she was "figuring something out" I decided to call my Financial Aid Office myself to triple check that I didn't need a specific form from an advisor. And wouldn't you know it, they answered and told me for the third time all I needed was them to fill out something, anything for me to hand in. Meanwhile at the secretary's desk she returned and while I am still on the phone with Financial Aid Office the secretary tells me I need a specific form from the Financial Aid department. I tell her I am getting conflicting stories and she literally jerks at me with an evil eye and yells "I am not giving you a conflicting story." At this point I hang up the phone and tell the secretary that I was very aware that she was not giving my a conflicting story but her story and the Financial Aid Story was that was conflicting. The secretary clearly unhappy with me at this point wants me to fill out the Appeal Form and hand it for her so they could "take care of the rest". Exactly what they're going to take care of I have no idea since there's absolutely no room for anyone from that department to write anything on it but I gave it to them anyway.
Now I don't know how long it would take you to look at an Academic Process Report and see that I don't need to take any more classes to graduate and then sign a piece of paper stating that but right now I am going to give you an idea of how long it would take me, so excuse me for a moment while I do a little experiment. 47 seconds. That's how long it takes to log onto Onestart. Pull up a degree process report. Scroll through that report and sign a paper saying my Undergraduate career is affectly over. Granted I'm from the computer generation and it could take someone older a little longer to do this procedure. But apparently it takes this specific Advising Department 24 hours to perform such a task which was just music to my ears because I can't wait to walk back to the Ed Building tomorrow for some good news about my loan progress.
So although this story has not ended and possibly will never end I have high hopes of getting my signature tomorrow for my phantom Academic Plan so I can journey to the ever so exciting Financial Aid Office for Part 6 of my quest and to officially hand in my Academic Progress Appeal that basically says I'm a transfer student and I'm graduating this Fall so please give me my money that I have already been preapproved so I can pay you with it? Now there's something about this whole process that doesn't really make sense to me and it seems to be a lot more complicated than it really should be but what do I know except that I actually might be getting my money after I turn in this form tomorrow and wait the mandatory 10-14 days for the Financial Aid Office to review the form and of course then wait for whatever the following Wednesday is so my money can/might actually be processed and disbursed to me and so I get to apply for graduation!
Fast forward to October. I'm starting to think about applying for classes in the spring to start my grad school but here's the hitch. My grant hadn't run through yet. I mean wtf, what could possibly be taking so long? In the meantime I decided to apply for a student loan to help out with bills, my books I bought this semester and the overlapping balance I had to pay from last spring that I basically paid off with a credit card (good idea/bad idea? i don't know). So even though I had kind of procrastinated for this student loan because of the GodKing known as the O'Bannon Grant it was time to make something happen. So in mid October I went to my faithful computer to give ole' Aunt Sallie a look up to get some financial assistance. I filled out my part, sent the information for the folks to cosign and basically take care of the rest. Meanwhile back in the Financial Aid Office they finally had a reason I had not yet received my grant. Apparently according to this fine university my graduation date was set for the Spring of 2008 and even though I did not receive a degree on 2008 they could not allow the state government to give me anything until I changed my graduation date. Trip 1 to Financial Aid Office: I'm there for 4 minutes, change my graduation date to the Winter of 2008 and they tell me my grant should appear on my account the following Wednesday. Great, well about time anyways. Fast forward to the next Wednesday, guess whats not showing up in my account? You guessed it, Frank's Grant. So the following day I make Trip number 2 to the financial aid office: I was there for approximately 5 minutes this time. All they had for me is that it wouldn't be processed now until the next Wednesday. Oh how convenient, and by the way, what kind of business only operates its functions one day a week. I mean it's a FINANCIAL AID OFFICE but yet they only process the ACTUAL FINANCIAL AID 1 DAY A WEEK. That's the equivalent of a pizza shop only selling pizzas on Tuesday's and just telling you the rest of the week to "Wait till Tuesday and your pizza will be ready." The only thing even comparable to how slow this process is would be the Pony Express which was the first mail system in the U.S. which was coincidentally replaced by the telegraph in the 1860's just to give you some perspective on what we're dealing with here.
Another week passes, I hear no activity from the Financial Aid Office, awesome. Wednesday comes and goes and like the two weeks before I stumble in on Thursday to see why the Pony Express didn't drop by my house on Wednesday. Trip 3 to the Financial Aid Office: Now I was expecting a lot of different possible scenarios when I walked in there but what I heard even I wasn't expecting and bare with me because I am paraphrasing here, "Well it wouldn't of processed anything yet since you just changed your graduation date." Ok one. Why is this graduation date thing such a big deal? I am enrolled in classes, I cannot emphasize that enough, what else do you want from me? And two. How come it was totally possible for my financial aid to show up on the first Wednesday but not the second. The man told me I should expect to see something the next Wednesday. Hmmm, sounds kind of familiar.
Over the weekend I decided to start devising my plan of attack, it was difficult though however because it was hard to read the enemy I was dealing with for a variety of reasons. The main reason being is that they want my money which really isn't a new concept to anybody. A lot of people and businesses want money for different reasons, mostly goods and services (this case being my education as a service I am purchasing from the University.) Unlike most collectors however the Financial Aid Department will only accept your money their way. You can't simply borrow money from one place (the state, Sallie Mae) and give it to the University. They have to oversee and pick at you with a needle during the whole process. So here's the game plan. I had decided that within one weeks time I will get my Grant and my Loan settled and be able to move on and essentially be able to start my life once again.
Here comes Tuesday. I need to get my loan done so it can meet that all important Wednesday Pony Express deadline. I check my loan, it says that I am preapproved but still need a cosigner to sign it. Ok dad, where have you been the last couple weeks? Fast forward through a phone call and some step by stepping dad completes the cosigning portion. Bad news though, its denied. What? I mean are you kidding me? Ok whatever I guess, Mom do this. Mom gets on to cosign it for me. Swing and a miss. Wow, how could this really be happening? I mean I was preapproved for the loan individually, how could an addition of a cosigner make my loan be declined?
The Day of Days
Now today is the culmination of this story. I woke up at 8 A.M. and decided I was going to forfeit all my classes for the day and do whatever it took to get my aid that I have been so desperately fighting for. Move 1: Get my loan. I went online to my Sallie Mae account but couldn't really find a solution to why it wouldn't approve my loan with a cosigner so I decided to call Aunt Sallie and play the waiting game with them. Fast forward 67 minutes of holding and I was talking to a real life person. Success! Here was the sitch though, my loan would go through if I took my potential cosigners off of it. Ok sorry mom and dad, and although even as I write this I don't understand how I could get preapproved for a loan by myself and declined for a loan with a cosigner I was not going to argue with the man, just give me my money, thank you.
Financial Aid Office Trip 4: Alright I can't wait another Wednesday for my Grant to not show up to so it's time to see what's going on. I walk in with all my paperwork and all the information showing what I should already have, my grant. Even though this is my fourth trip in as many weeks to the Aid Office I am talking to my fourth different person sitting in the same chair, I just thought that I would point that out. This specific young lady looks at my information and my account and then tells me that there is a "glitch" in the system and that is the reason I had not received my grant. A glitch huh? She did tell me however that they could override the glitch manually and that my Grant and my Loan should show up on my account within an hour. I couldn't believe it, finally I'm going to be able to live again! I was so excited I went to Penn Station to celebrate and called my dad on my way home to let him know that I had figured everything out, I was just so proud of myself. Once I got back home the first thing I did was get on the computer and check my e-mail and low and behold the Financial Aid Offices had sent me something. This part of my life is called getting punched in the face.
I had received an e-mail telling me that since I had enrolled in over 150 credits over my college career I had to fill out an Academic Process Appeal Form explaining why I have not yet graduated, double awesome. So since I don't have a printer I went to the library to print this mamma jamma out. With this Appeal Form it says I also to have a copy of an Academic Plan signed by an advisor indicating just how close I am to fulfilling my degree. Ok let me go ahead and set the ridiciliness of this whole process for you. The whole reason I have been enrolled in over 150 credits is for two reasons. One being that I am a transfer student and had to retake several classes once I started going to this fine university. The second reason is my enjoyment for taking a fun class (Coaching, P.E. on a given semester). Ok whatever, I can bs a form if that's what it takes for me to get my Aid. The Academic Plan is what really perplexed me. My graduating academic plan consists of the following: This student needs no more classes to graduate. He's done. Give him his money so he can get his diploma. Signed by: Some Lady. Now maybe it's just me but I found this idea utterly retarded.
Financial Aid Office Trip 5: I get there only to see a new person I've never seen before sitting at the desk I've become all to familiar with mere hours after I talked to someone earlier. So here we go again, I give her my information, my situation and she tells me basically what I already know. The woman is though fairly persistent that I have to have an advisor signing something that says I am going to graduate this semester. I remember asking the woman specifically twice if there was a special form that an advisor needed to fill out or if she could just sign my arm and that would be sufficient. Her response was that as long as my arm was attached and signed to my appeal form I would get my money. Ok moving on to the walk across campus to the Ed Building to find an advisor. We do the meet and greet, information giving, story telling but this increasingly unpleasant secretary insisted that I needed a specific form from the Financial Aid Office for an Advisor to fill out. Keep in mind at this point it is 3 PM and all I have done for the last 7 hours was work on this financial aid and eat a sandwich, I've been in better moods. I'm trying to explain to this secretary that the Financial Aid Office told me all I needed was a signature from them and I could move on with my life. She finally tried to call the Financial Aid office but apparently didn't get an answer so she told me to sit down until she could figure something out. While she was "figuring something out" I decided to call my Financial Aid Office myself to triple check that I didn't need a specific form from an advisor. And wouldn't you know it, they answered and told me for the third time all I needed was them to fill out something, anything for me to hand in. Meanwhile at the secretary's desk she returned and while I am still on the phone with Financial Aid Office the secretary tells me I need a specific form from the Financial Aid department. I tell her I am getting conflicting stories and she literally jerks at me with an evil eye and yells "I am not giving you a conflicting story." At this point I hang up the phone and tell the secretary that I was very aware that she was not giving my a conflicting story but her story and the Financial Aid Story was that was conflicting. The secretary clearly unhappy with me at this point wants me to fill out the Appeal Form and hand it for her so they could "take care of the rest". Exactly what they're going to take care of I have no idea since there's absolutely no room for anyone from that department to write anything on it but I gave it to them anyway.
Now I don't know how long it would take you to look at an Academic Process Report and see that I don't need to take any more classes to graduate and then sign a piece of paper stating that but right now I am going to give you an idea of how long it would take me, so excuse me for a moment while I do a little experiment. 47 seconds. That's how long it takes to log onto Onestart. Pull up a degree process report. Scroll through that report and sign a paper saying my Undergraduate career is affectly over. Granted I'm from the computer generation and it could take someone older a little longer to do this procedure. But apparently it takes this specific Advising Department 24 hours to perform such a task which was just music to my ears because I can't wait to walk back to the Ed Building tomorrow for some good news about my loan progress.
So although this story has not ended and possibly will never end I have high hopes of getting my signature tomorrow for my phantom Academic Plan so I can journey to the ever so exciting Financial Aid Office for Part 6 of my quest and to officially hand in my Academic Progress Appeal that basically says I'm a transfer student and I'm graduating this Fall so please give me my money that I have already been preapproved so I can pay you with it? Now there's something about this whole process that doesn't really make sense to me and it seems to be a lot more complicated than it really should be but what do I know except that I actually might be getting my money after I turn in this form tomorrow and wait the mandatory 10-14 days for the Financial Aid Office to review the form and of course then wait for whatever the following Wednesday is so my money can/might actually be processed and disbursed to me and so I get to apply for graduation!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I'm Running on Dunkin' (Take II)
After leaving the world reknown Dunkin Donuts franchise last month I recently received a phone call from my former employer imploring me to come back in exchange for a promotion and a significant pay raise. I know what you're thinking, how can a franchise with thousands of stores set up across the nation be so dependent one one lowly college worker in Bloomington, Indiana. The only logical answer to this question is that after years and years of being overshadowed by Starbucks the ole' Double D was recently dubbed for having the best coffee across the country. Now I know that you see the connection as well. Dunkin' strived for 50 years to make the best coffee in the world, and it took me all of a month and a half to push them over the top which coincidentally is exactly what I told my friend and coffee rival from Starbucks Troy Thornburg after being appointed a job at DD I would do. Now that America's best cup of Joe has their secret weapon I secretly doubt that they will ever let me leave for another sabbatical again.
After leaving the world reknown Dunkin Donuts franchise last month I recently received a phone call from my former employer imploring me to come back in exchange for a promotion and a significant pay raise. I know what you're thinking, how can a franchise with thousands of stores set up across the nation be so dependent one one lowly college worker in Bloomington, Indiana. The only logical answer to this question is that after years and years of being overshadowed by Starbucks the ole' Double D was recently dubbed for having the best coffee across the country. Now I know that you see the connection as well. Dunkin' strived for 50 years to make the best coffee in the world, and it took me all of a month and a half to push them over the top which coincidentally is exactly what I told my friend and coffee rival from Starbucks Troy Thornburg after being appointed a job at DD I would do. Now that America's best cup of Joe has their secret weapon I secretly doubt that they will ever let me leave for another sabbatical again.
In Sean we Trust
This is a new section of the blog dedicated to the creator of this writers blogging life.
In loom of tonight's Indiana Pacer season debut at Detroit I have decided to give you to following suggestions on what to watch in case the Pacers do not give a par performance and the game is decided by halftime:
Game 51/2 of World Series on Fox
Scrubs on TV LandTeenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III on ABC Family
Phoenix Suns vs Spurs on ESPN
Numbers 20-1 Worlds Greatest Rap Songs on VH1
Wisconsin vs. Northwestern in Women's Volleyball on the Big 10 Network
A Love Story
Last summer a friend and I went to a concert in out of state. While at the concert my friend got attention from a very attractive girl who was also attending the show. They exchanged names, chit chatted and eventually got each others numbers even though they lived hundreds of miles away from each other. For weeks my friend would text this girl constantly and she would text him back constantly. I could not believe it. Finally after about a month the girl decided to make a 4 hour drive to see my friend. Her stay was quite an eventful one. She only stayed one night and was gone by almost sun up. While she was visiting although she did manage to take my friend for a ride, or two or three....Right before she left however she told my friend that she had a kid and that's why she had to go back so soon. Interesting. So off she went, 4 hours back home to attend to her child. Later that day my friend got a call from a number he had never seen before. It was this girl's husband who was extremely upset about the whole situation and was wanting to know who this guy was that was constantly talking to his wife. My friend hung up the phone, ignored several more calls from that same number and never heard from the girl again. The end.
Your Indiana HOOOOOOOOOOSIERS
Well the preseason poll is out and IU has been picked to finish dead last in the big Big Ten this season which would be the first time IU finished last since the 1960's or while Bob Knight was still coaching at Army. Coincidentally Purdue was picked to finish first in the conference which only means one thing, Purdue is well on its way to set itself up for one of those massive choke jobs they are best known for, and maybe I'll have to sit through four months of Purdue winning first but it's still the best possible setup to their second round exit of the NCAA's.
Inspiration for Tom
After much debate what I wanted your segment to be about I decided to go with famous quotes to serve as motivational and thinking purposes. I decided this week to go with a Yogi Berra quote but couldn't settle on just one so here is two of them. Hope this helps you get through your week.
"You've got to be very careful if you don't know where you're going, because you might not get there."
"If you come to a fork in the road, take it."
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
It's time to turn a new leaf
Welcome to Bo's thoughts.
Roger Dorn/ Troy Murphy, Mike Dunleavy, the Artist formily known as Croshere.
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After months of being the driving force of a certain "in the day of life of sean" blog I have decided to branch off and be become my own entity and start the first ever running series where the spinoff was actually better than the original. So sit back, relax and enjoy the show.
Wild Thing you make my heart sing!
For an NBA season preview this year I have decided to focus all my attention on the only team that actually matters, the Indiana Pacers. Now before I actually make my prediction on how this team will finish (stay tuned for next weeks blog) I have though that it is better suited for me to take this time to actually introduce the team to others who may not be so familar with the team. To best do this I have decided to compare this years Pacers to the Cleveland Indians from the movie Major League. This comparison of the two became strikingly clear to me last week when I attended a Pacer preseason game with approximately 700 other willing Americans. Here's what
I concluded:
Pedro Cerano/Roy Hibbert
This is a very obvious connection because both are big, black and have rarely been heard speaking complete sentences in english. Also where Cerano only accels at hitting the simple fast ball, Hibberts biggest quality so far as been the ever so difficult right handed layup. Although I am unfamilar with Hibberts religious beliefs and am pretty sure Larry Bird would not let Roy admit it even if he was, the Pacer center is a voodoo doll away from being my new player.
Roger Dorn/ Troy Murphy, Mike Dunleavy, the Artist formily known as Croshere.
All are white, all are overpriced and all are very unlikeable (with the exception of the Dunleavy wardrobe). I put down three Pacers down here because in all likelyhood only 1 will be healthy at the conclusion of the year. Way to earn your money guys!
Willie Mays Hays/ TJ Ford
Small, quick, ready to break out into stardom. This is TJ Ford.
Eddie Harris/ Jeff Foster
Old, been around the block, doing little cheap things to get ahead of the game, this is how Jeff Foster is still in the league and thanks to the contract the Pacers just signed him to it is the reason he will be in the league for years to come.
Jake Taylor/ Danny Granger.
Probably the weakest comparison by far but like Taylor, Granger is the leader of this time and that is what is going to take us to the playoffs or not.
Ricky Vaughn/Brandon Rush
Like Vaughn, Rush is extremely talented but just throws shit up there sometimes. Pacer Nation as a whole is collectively holding their breath hoping Rush finds his sight in time, until then, Wild Thing, You make my heart sing!
Lou Brown/ Coach O'Brien
Both started their professional coaching careers while on the ladder part of their life and like Brown, O'Brien may see himself as a manager of "TireWorld" if he does not eventually find sucess with the Pacers.
Rachel Phelps/ Larry Bid
The terrible owner of the Indians is reminding me more and more of the Pacers President of Operations these days. Some of the moves Bird has done since he came back have made me wonder whether he's trying to win or move the team closer to his favorite golf resort. Well I have news for you Larry Legend, Orlando already has a team.
Harry Doyle/ Slick Lenard
Both are old enough to have witnessed the Rise and Fall of Communism in Russia, A Great Depression, and a couple of Mavericks running for the office of presidency and vice-presidency. Also during their lifetime they got to witness 40 years of what was mostly fugile seasons by their repected teams. What has this bought them? They can say literally anything they want on the radio. Congratulations Gentlemen.
The Dead Guy/ Eddie Jones
For anyone who is not a die hard fan of Major League you may not directly connect the dots in. In the Movie when Rachel Phelps issues the list of the players the Indians would invite to spring seaon the Cleveland GM had to let Phelps know that one of the players on the list was dead. I found this a fitting comparion considering Mr. Bird recently traded for 73 year old Eddie Jones who hasn't been seen since the turn of the Millenium. I guess all of us didn't survive Y2K.
In conclusion this years pacers resembles the Major League team alot, both are very young, talented teams oozing with potential. All the Pacers need is something to bring it all together and maybe its just me talking but I think a giant peel-off poster of Larry Bird would be just the trick.
I'm a Reformer
As the world knows, I recently hit a donkey with my car that slightly damaged the hood of my car. over the weekend I have done some research on how this could have been prevented and found out that in Namibia there is an organization that puts yellow reflective tags on donkey's ears to prevent such accidents. I purpose that this become law in America.
A Love Story
Once there was a young man who got a job at a donut shop. While working at the donut shot he began to like one of the girls he was working with. After a couple weeks of casual flirting and small talk at work the young man decided to ask her out. After some that the girl told him no and they both went on baking donuts together for the next two and a half hours. It was awkard for both of them.
The boy was undetered though. He still honestly believed that he could date this girl. So he spent the next couple of days thinking long and hard and decided to write her a poem expressing his feelings for her that he would read to her the next time he seen her. He worked on this poem for hours and hours and couldn't wait to read it to her. Finally the day came when he would see her at work again. Upon arriving at work however it was apparant that the girl had been making fun of the boy the past couple of days to all their coworkers that they worked with about him asking her out. So he quit and never went back to the donut shop. The end.
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