Craaaaazy weekend.
Friday night, was at the Ranger's game. Saturday was at the Wolf Pack Game...Sunday rocked out the Sound Tiger game...Lotta gamessssss.
Some hot chick took my seat at the ranger's game...Ended up sitting with her all game, was pretty legit...She's cool...Single...:D
With prospect camps and all that good stuff coming up, started my hardcore diet on saturday...7 meals a day...2 workouts...hockey in the AM and paintball in the afternoons...Looking forward to the pain :D...<3 being a masochist.
I had/have a stalker but, I dealt with that before the weekend...When you know someone is going to stalk you it's even better because then you get your friends prepared etc...Loooooooads of fun... ;)
Getting new gear...Hockey//Paintball boxes are arriving...YAYYYYYyyyyy.
Paintball:
SL94 "Masked edition" is cometh! Also getting a DM10 and a Geo (BetaSL) to check out...Dye NT was somewhere in there as well...I still refuse to shoot BL markers...If you know me, you know that lovely tidbit of a story...SL8R vs SL74 battle ensues for my PE backup...Think the 8R is gonna win!
Rocking the new hybrid gear too...some CK if I can find any I like...
Nexus is still kicking it in the closet, so is my XSV...Some things you just can't let go.
Tank wise, I hit up a gorilla w/myth just because it was the most consistent...Doing a 68/4500 this season.
Loader i still haven't decided on...I have access to a few Pulses but, Empire's got a new one and the rotor is pretty decent...Might come down to what I get for free :D
Hockey:
Reebok's made me a pretty good offer...34+3's Revokes, double break, shallow boot, black internals, single strap w/thigh locking at knee, open leg channel...with the full set for a very very very low price.
At the same time...
Sherwood is opening their doors to me again for a couple sets...about 1.5x$ above cost but, it's still a good deal...Only problem is, I don't like the knee rolls the R12's offer so, I might just do R10's 36+2's, double break, rounded boot taper, Lundqvist strapping +1 thigh...
Also...
Agatone's new line is really good...Loving the Auld spec GDI's...Literally no complaints at all...Purely in heaven with them.
Meh ~ That's about it.
~ Ttyl.
pce.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Shout out!!!
Shout out to all my friends from the GLBB, GSBB and GEW.
Some IP's have recently been gracing my little corner of the world and I'd like to say thank you for reading such casual diatribes :D
Particularly, a shout out to a friend who's desperately in need of some love...Lode, I have no beef against you but, the only thing that's in it for me is your happiness...Love my friend, love.
Do smile :)
In other news...Sold my reebok Pro-spec "p3" yesterday...Thank god, getting rid of some of the clutter...Robin bitched at me for 10 minutes for using a new box instead of a recycled one...So, I re-used a friend's box...QQ...There's now actually room enough to make a straight path through my living-room, I'm so excited!
Enjoy :D
Some IP's have recently been gracing my little corner of the world and I'd like to say thank you for reading such casual diatribes :D
Particularly, a shout out to a friend who's desperately in need of some love...Lode, I have no beef against you but, the only thing that's in it for me is your happiness...Love my friend, love.
Do smile :)
In other news...Sold my reebok Pro-spec "p3" yesterday...Thank god, getting rid of some of the clutter...Robin bitched at me for 10 minutes for using a new box instead of a recycled one...So, I re-used a friend's box...QQ...There's now actually room enough to make a straight path through my living-room, I'm so excited!
Enjoy :D
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Of Hobos and Incendary Grenades.
So, like 2 weeks ago at about 4:35am in the lovely AM, obviously…NYC...Andre and I were chased 6 blocks by a hobo. It's a hobo I've avoided walking past for a few weeks and obviously he felt as if we ignored him, of which we're guilty of...and I'm definitely feeling a sense of overwhelming neglect.
I can't decide whether it was neglect or the lack of ketchup...One of them, pushed Bob into madness on that wonderful morning.
Bob is a nice man. Bob is formerly a wall street broker in the 70's-80's (This has been confirmed so, he's not that batshit crazy...yet). Bob's wife cheated on him with a male prostitute while he was on business and that's when he went off the deep end.
On approaching Bob, one finds themselves overwhelmed with Polo Black Label...Not that I have anything against Polo Black, it's my scent of choice...But, when you haven't taken a shower in 6 months, you can pick it up 2 blocks away.
Imagine having an incendiary grenade go off not 50ft from you...From the blast you smell this over-whelming, nauseating smell of shit because, you dropped a big one...Imagine that decay mixed with Vodka and Polo Black...It's scary.
I also don't know how Bob acquires my cologne of choice, I have a hunch it's a department store fluey that transverses down 7th mon/wed/fri but, our suspicions have yet to be validated by a stakeout...I'm suspicious that she dresses him as well...However, right now we're just too afraid of Bob to go back and ask...Eventually, we shall mend this relationship; one with the crazy hobo but, for now, we seek refuge in a concrete garden.
The man, himself, is about 5'10", he has huge bushy eyebrows, graying yet fervently receding brown hair...It's almost like a V, like the guy in the Sapranos, only Bob assures us he did it first. His attention darts back and fourth almost as if he was trying to make eye contact with each and every person he sees only he has the attention span of a parakeet.
He wears an old school grey trench-coat, raggedy a bit but, definitely old Gucci...The ones that make it look like you were in the Army and gave a shit only, you really didn’t so you tossed this on...One of those.
His pants are Hugo Boss, yes ladies and gentleman, Hugo Boss. They're a light blue, with a dark washed look. They have 3 accentuating destroyed holes, one is just below the crotch, one is on the knee and the third is on his right ass cheek. Each hole has strands of jean barely connected to the reality of the other half of the whole...In essence, each time you look at Bob, you can see immediately whether the man has boxers or not and if he's happy to see you...(Don't forget the Polo Black)
His shoes, definitely Armani throwbacks, nuclear green. If it was a forest green, I really wouldn't care but, Bob's outfit is accentuated with Godzilla green...And it is the ugliest thing I've absolutely ever seen.
Bob's choice of shirt on that lovely morning was one of Led Zepplin. Black with some holes; I'm certain, loose enough to grab and yet look noteworthy at the same time.
The day started off regularly enough.
Got in my car at 4:05am, drove to NYC. Arrived by 4:35am and met up with Andre. Got my bag out of the car and spent the next 5 minutes yelling at my pads because they wouldn't cooperate. Finally got them to cooperate and strapped them onto my bag while Andre watched and laughed at me. We then walked to Antony's to get a Red Bull and a Chai.
As we approached the rink we stopped to discuss whether or not Bob would be present this morning, we decided he would not be there and to press forward with caution, sticks at the ready...A plan was devised for immediate action...A battle plan was at the ready.
This is very important: we decided he would not be there and to press forward with caution, sticks at the ready...It was most DEFINITELY a JOINT decision.
One critical mistake however...This morning, we were upwind of Bob.
As we proceeded hurriedly down 7th, there was a sense of overwhelming panic...We knew the risks of not giving the parakeet it's proper attention but, due to my pads being uncooperative, we were a bit behind schedule...At this point, it just wasn't worth the detour.
On this wonderful, dark, quiet and spring-like lovely morning as we tip-toed down 7th...The stench of impunity and decay reared it's ugly head.
Ben: Uh oh...
Andre: I really don't like your uh oh's.
Ben: You smell that?
Andre: Smells like ass.
Ben: No seriously, do you smell that?
Andre: Smells like success?
Ben: No that smells like we're fucked.
Andre: NoooOOooOo I don't believe you.
Ben: CROSS CROSS CROSS CROSS...Like NAO.
Andre: I'm crossing, fuck you.
This is when Bob decided to have a confrontation in the middle of 7th and 43rd...Not in the middle of the sidewalk...In the middle of the street.
Ben: Yo Bob, sup buddeh?
Bob: Hey guys, what's up? How ya ya ya doin? I missed you lately!
Andre: ...W
Bob: Hey you guys wouldn't be trying to avoid me would ya? You know how I HATE that!
Andre: ...N
Ben: Here Bob, have an egg and cheese.
Bob: Oh thanks man, you you you're the best, you always always give me food. (Points at Andre) he he he never gives me anything anything anything!!!
Andre: Here, have my water.
Bob: Wow, water hey thanks thanks a lot, thanks.
This is when we part ways...The cordial man-nod is given. We have been released from impunity’s reign with little or no actual interaction, this was a success.
It was a success for about 1 block...A scream of sheer terror rang fourth.
Bob: THERE'S NO KETCHUP!!!
With sheer hatred, Bob decided to chase us 6 blocks downtown...6 blocks.
For 6 blocks, I ran in true fear...Fear that the insanely upset, angry and vigilant hobo named Bob would catch me and punish me...For a lack of ketchup.
Finally at the 6th block, nearly dying with exhaustion...we rounded a corner and hid in an enclave...Bob ran by; sandwich elevated above his head, affronting his wrath for all to visually digest...a moving moment in my life; I assure you all.
The next day, Bob handed me an opened bottle of water, sorrow in his eyes...It was the man way of apologizing only; I had no idea if the water came from Central Park, Poland Spring or a sewer drain so, happily, I accepted and went on my way.
Cordially distant is now the accepted format for walking down 7th ave. and I'm fine with it.
~~
With World Cup looming, it's hard to decide on vacation...Really hard. 2 pro-prospect goalie camps are being offered in the same week...an old goalie coach has asked me to revisit the week after...A goalie camp of friends in Colorado or World Cup.
They're either stacked week//week//weekend or week/weekend/week...Making decisions very hard...and obviously I have to book flights in advance...
It sucks because either way, I ditch a student, a friend or another pro; that I had previously promised I'd be there...I loathe letting people down which, makes it even harder.
Zach wants to drive down and play cup but, in reality; if I play cup, I won't be giving 100% to the pro camp...I could always go to cup and not play...I know everyone at cup so, I could stand by but, then every 3 seconds, I'd be twitching my fingers, aching for a paintball marker to be in my hands and a pack at my waist...*sigh*
Chevis is coming home too...Seeing the OT guys again is a really high priority...Jack//Ledz and Nicky...Ugh...
Want some advice? ~ Don't try and play 2 sports at once...Especially "pro sports"...and particularly when they're both on-season...It sucks so much ass, it's incredible.
~~
I scared away another girl this week...It appears as if my bluntness is too much occasionally...Which sucks because I normally always give the right answer but, lately it's more about the honest answer than the right answer...
Girl: Would you rather spend the weekend playing Paintball or going to a horse event with me?
Ben: Paintball...
Girl: Okay, well I'll call you when I get back. (She got really huffy)
...I find as I get older, I'm less willing to sacrifice what I want to do to make someone else happy...I don't mind negotiating and occasionally sacrificing but, week after week isn't happening.
There are certain things that I don't mind missing...I do have a DVR...but, things like Paintball or this hockey practice are moments that, I can't relive and missing them, often sucks...
Finding someone that even remotely understands the chaos I deal with has been difficult...
Someone asked me the other day if I intended on having kids...I really couldn't answer...I've had so many psychotic girlfriends that it's made the thought of spawning offspring, nearly impossible...Maybe but, not now...Definitely not now.
So, that's like it for now...I'm going to try to do a blog every few days...So, word.
<~~~>
A lot of people have been asking me why my nickname is Masked...
It started a very very very long time ago...Like 13 years ago...I honestly don't remember why...Some people tell me it's because I owned 15 paintball masks at one point...Others tell me it's because I own 3//4 hockey masks...Idk anymore.
It's the name that graces the back of every paintball jersey I've ever owned (including pro jerseys :P) and every forum name I've ever created...Thus, it lives on in infamy.
Nuff said.
I can't decide whether it was neglect or the lack of ketchup...One of them, pushed Bob into madness on that wonderful morning.
Bob is a nice man. Bob is formerly a wall street broker in the 70's-80's (This has been confirmed so, he's not that batshit crazy...yet). Bob's wife cheated on him with a male prostitute while he was on business and that's when he went off the deep end.
On approaching Bob, one finds themselves overwhelmed with Polo Black Label...Not that I have anything against Polo Black, it's my scent of choice...But, when you haven't taken a shower in 6 months, you can pick it up 2 blocks away.
Imagine having an incendiary grenade go off not 50ft from you...From the blast you smell this over-whelming, nauseating smell of shit because, you dropped a big one...Imagine that decay mixed with Vodka and Polo Black...It's scary.
I also don't know how Bob acquires my cologne of choice, I have a hunch it's a department store fluey that transverses down 7th mon/wed/fri but, our suspicions have yet to be validated by a stakeout...I'm suspicious that she dresses him as well...However, right now we're just too afraid of Bob to go back and ask...Eventually, we shall mend this relationship; one with the crazy hobo but, for now, we seek refuge in a concrete garden.
The man, himself, is about 5'10", he has huge bushy eyebrows, graying yet fervently receding brown hair...It's almost like a V, like the guy in the Sapranos, only Bob assures us he did it first. His attention darts back and fourth almost as if he was trying to make eye contact with each and every person he sees only he has the attention span of a parakeet.
He wears an old school grey trench-coat, raggedy a bit but, definitely old Gucci...The ones that make it look like you were in the Army and gave a shit only, you really didn’t so you tossed this on...One of those.
His pants are Hugo Boss, yes ladies and gentleman, Hugo Boss. They're a light blue, with a dark washed look. They have 3 accentuating destroyed holes, one is just below the crotch, one is on the knee and the third is on his right ass cheek. Each hole has strands of jean barely connected to the reality of the other half of the whole...In essence, each time you look at Bob, you can see immediately whether the man has boxers or not and if he's happy to see you...(Don't forget the Polo Black)
His shoes, definitely Armani throwbacks, nuclear green. If it was a forest green, I really wouldn't care but, Bob's outfit is accentuated with Godzilla green...And it is the ugliest thing I've absolutely ever seen.
Bob's choice of shirt on that lovely morning was one of Led Zepplin. Black with some holes; I'm certain, loose enough to grab and yet look noteworthy at the same time.
The day started off regularly enough.
Got in my car at 4:05am, drove to NYC. Arrived by 4:35am and met up with Andre. Got my bag out of the car and spent the next 5 minutes yelling at my pads because they wouldn't cooperate. Finally got them to cooperate and strapped them onto my bag while Andre watched and laughed at me. We then walked to Antony's to get a Red Bull and a Chai.
As we approached the rink we stopped to discuss whether or not Bob would be present this morning, we decided he would not be there and to press forward with caution, sticks at the ready...A plan was devised for immediate action...A battle plan was at the ready.
This is very important: we decided he would not be there and to press forward with caution, sticks at the ready...It was most DEFINITELY a JOINT decision.
One critical mistake however...This morning, we were upwind of Bob.
As we proceeded hurriedly down 7th, there was a sense of overwhelming panic...We knew the risks of not giving the parakeet it's proper attention but, due to my pads being uncooperative, we were a bit behind schedule...At this point, it just wasn't worth the detour.
On this wonderful, dark, quiet and spring-like lovely morning as we tip-toed down 7th...The stench of impunity and decay reared it's ugly head.
Ben: Uh oh...
Andre: I really don't like your uh oh's.
Ben: You smell that?
Andre: Smells like ass.
Ben: No seriously, do you smell that?
Andre: Smells like success?
Ben: No that smells like we're fucked.
Andre: NoooOOooOo I don't believe you.
Ben: CROSS CROSS CROSS CROSS...Like NAO.
Andre: I'm crossing, fuck you.
This is when Bob decided to have a confrontation in the middle of 7th and 43rd...Not in the middle of the sidewalk...In the middle of the street.
Ben: Yo Bob, sup buddeh?
Bob: Hey guys, what's up? How ya ya ya doin? I missed you lately!
Andre: ...W
Bob: Hey you guys wouldn't be trying to avoid me would ya? You know how I HATE that!
Andre: ...N
Ben: Here Bob, have an egg and cheese.
Bob: Oh thanks man, you you you're the best, you always always give me food. (Points at Andre) he he he never gives me anything anything anything!!!
Andre: Here, have my water.
Bob: Wow, water hey thanks thanks a lot, thanks.
This is when we part ways...The cordial man-nod is given. We have been released from impunity’s reign with little or no actual interaction, this was a success.
It was a success for about 1 block...A scream of sheer terror rang fourth.
Bob: THERE'S NO KETCHUP!!!
With sheer hatred, Bob decided to chase us 6 blocks downtown...6 blocks.
For 6 blocks, I ran in true fear...Fear that the insanely upset, angry and vigilant hobo named Bob would catch me and punish me...For a lack of ketchup.
Finally at the 6th block, nearly dying with exhaustion...we rounded a corner and hid in an enclave...Bob ran by; sandwich elevated above his head, affronting his wrath for all to visually digest...a moving moment in my life; I assure you all.
The next day, Bob handed me an opened bottle of water, sorrow in his eyes...It was the man way of apologizing only; I had no idea if the water came from Central Park, Poland Spring or a sewer drain so, happily, I accepted and went on my way.
Cordially distant is now the accepted format for walking down 7th ave. and I'm fine with it.
~~
With World Cup looming, it's hard to decide on vacation...Really hard. 2 pro-prospect goalie camps are being offered in the same week...an old goalie coach has asked me to revisit the week after...A goalie camp of friends in Colorado or World Cup.
They're either stacked week//week//weekend or week/weekend/week...Making decisions very hard...and obviously I have to book flights in advance...
It sucks because either way, I ditch a student, a friend or another pro; that I had previously promised I'd be there...I loathe letting people down which, makes it even harder.
Zach wants to drive down and play cup but, in reality; if I play cup, I won't be giving 100% to the pro camp...I could always go to cup and not play...I know everyone at cup so, I could stand by but, then every 3 seconds, I'd be twitching my fingers, aching for a paintball marker to be in my hands and a pack at my waist...*sigh*
Chevis is coming home too...Seeing the OT guys again is a really high priority...Jack//Ledz and Nicky...Ugh...
Want some advice? ~ Don't try and play 2 sports at once...Especially "pro sports"...and particularly when they're both on-season...It sucks so much ass, it's incredible.
~~
I scared away another girl this week...It appears as if my bluntness is too much occasionally...Which sucks because I normally always give the right answer but, lately it's more about the honest answer than the right answer...
Girl: Would you rather spend the weekend playing Paintball or going to a horse event with me?
Ben: Paintball...
Girl: Okay, well I'll call you when I get back. (She got really huffy)
...I find as I get older, I'm less willing to sacrifice what I want to do to make someone else happy...I don't mind negotiating and occasionally sacrificing but, week after week isn't happening.
There are certain things that I don't mind missing...I do have a DVR...but, things like Paintball or this hockey practice are moments that, I can't relive and missing them, often sucks...
Finding someone that even remotely understands the chaos I deal with has been difficult...
Someone asked me the other day if I intended on having kids...I really couldn't answer...I've had so many psychotic girlfriends that it's made the thought of spawning offspring, nearly impossible...Maybe but, not now...Definitely not now.
So, that's like it for now...I'm going to try to do a blog every few days...So, word.
<~~~>
A lot of people have been asking me why my nickname is Masked...
It started a very very very long time ago...Like 13 years ago...I honestly don't remember why...Some people tell me it's because I owned 15 paintball masks at one point...Others tell me it's because I own 3//4 hockey masks...Idk anymore.
It's the name that graces the back of every paintball jersey I've ever owned (including pro jerseys :P) and every forum name I've ever created...Thus, it lives on in infamy.
Nuff said.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Me, being earnest. (For once)
I don't really know how to start a blog...I don't bitch or complain about much of anything really. I'm the guy in the back of the pack, holding as many people up as I can, working harder than I thought I could, powering through any obstacle with my friends; my team...Yeah, that's me.
I've had this started like 30 times and I keep going back to it like, well my girlfriend is going to bitch about this...my family is going to freak out about this...but, whatever.
I'm sure I'll see the 4 horses of the apocalypse, before anything comes of this, so tally ho.
Let's start off with the relevant information that, I'm sure most people know//don't know but it's still relevant.
When I was 12 I called my mom a bitch for not ironing a shirt of mine for the next day, I've been doing my laundry ever since (6th grade). (That should actually explain a lot)
My mother once called me a whore when I was shitfaced enough one night to tell her my actual #...She now tells any girl that has any potential in my life circle I'm a whore...Apparently I just told her one night...who knows why. Thanks mom.
I have been arrested, a couple times...Jersey Shore...Miami...Ft. Lauderdale...New Orleans...Good times.
My only regret is from Middle School, Chris Goodman and I were walking down a path one day, it was overcast and Goodman asked me what I thought of a girl in my class...I said, "I bet you she's going to be such a slut..."
Moments in life you wish you could've said something else but, the first thing that hit your mind kinda blurbed out...That was that moment...Did not mean any harm, didn't even mean it really but, it's my 1 regret.
High school was socially awkward because I really felt alone...There was nobody I could connect with truly at my level and because of that I made due...I love everyone in my class but, as a bff or w/e there just wasn't a living soul I really really truly clicked with...Which made High School even more socially awkward...Go figure.
I consider my high school friends, my best friends because I was at my most socially awkward...And part of family is accepting someone at their worst...Knowing the worst thing about them and still loving them so, I consider everyone I went to HS with, family...without a doubt.
College wasn't any better...It was okay but, I kept going to as many art classes as I could, wherever I could and after a while of post neo-classicism...Post-modern...Neo-impressionism...I...wanted...to...die...Clasically, in public; of course...The artsy way.
Joined a frat...<3 those guys.
I did learn some important lessons while "at" school...
1) Jumping out the window only works if the window is OPEN because, if it's closed...You just informed every cop within 1/4 mile that you just went out the window AND sometimes you bounce back.
2) Bud Light is your friend...Drinking real beer for BP just, doesn't cut it and then you have like 5000 calories to burn the next day ontop of a dirty hangover.
3) The dollar menu is god.
4) No Corona, please god, no Corona.
5) Sometimes ducking and running is the honorable thing to do.
6) Beer is never free.
7) Vodka, oh Vodka, how I <3 thee.
Started playing paintball when I was 19...Then When I was 20 I went Pro in Paintball. It just, basically, happened...
"Hey dude, you're awesome...we're down a guy and we'd love for you to come, here and just play with us...it's free." ~ That's all it took. Not the free thing, well, maybe...but the beer is never free.
(This is when I became a whore...although; insert 1 serious relationship here...Then the whorism really started.)
Also some REALLY good stories in here...I weighed 175, was lifting 4-5x a week...The stories are endless but, definitely not for this blog...yeah.
(Started working for Alienware in here)
Rode that train for a while (About 2 years) until; I went to a hockey game...I randomly one day decided to go to a Sound Tigers game. I think I was just there? I really don't remember.
(Erica B. came to that game...Doesn't believe in FB or she'd be one of my friends...She's deaf but, one of the nicest people I've met in my entire life...)
While I was skimming the crowd, it turned out I knew every single coach in the VIP seats down towards the ice and 5/6 of them were goalies...
Most of you know if I watch a hockey game and the goalie fucks up, I shout something...I'm not perfect but, I'm also not getting paid 2m to play the sport...So, I'll be the obnoxious asshole in the crowd for everyone...
Oh, I was wearing my contract killer jersey as well...I don't think you're going to fuck around with the guy that has "I kill suckers" wrapped around his back.
Anyway, they saw me after I shouted something epic and told the security guard to bring me down. Turns out all of my Exeter coaches were there, 2/3 goalie coaches, the Fergusons...It was literally a reunion of every goalie coach I had been with, while growing up.
The next week, I found myself playing at a Sound Tiger practice...Then an Islanders practice...Then more and more people heard I was back...Then it was MSG, Greenville, Jersey...
Just as all of this started...the jersey succubus enters...I'd say more but succubus pretty much says it; Heather.
We eventually moved to Woodbury and to afford the place, I got a real job (Rawr)...and basically worked my ass off 50+ hours a week...Gave up paintball for a while, gave up hockey for a bit...and focused on "us". Was literally staying at work until 7, coming home and making us food; etc etc.
She promised to get a job...Lulz...First and last time I ever fall for that.
Well, the end of that story is she felt I trapped her and controlled her so, she moved out one day while I was at work...Oh the dramaz that ensued.
I'm really a caring person but this taught me to be an asshole.
I look back on it and I just laugh...Her being ignorant...My giving up my "dreams" for someone...Yeah, I just laugh. It's one of those experiences that had to happen but, you wish it really didn't.
So immediately following that train wreck...And believe me, that girl was a fucking train wreck...I dove back into hockey; seriously, into hockey. 4x, 5x a week...If you wanted me, I was at the rink. Hockey was my complete and utter total focus.
Through Hockey, I met my new bestie, Mikey...Mikey was a cool guy and had this chill fiance...At least I thought she was "chill" at first. Then I started helping out at a local hockey with Mikey. Certain things occurred here that, were definitely not what I wanted...Skip a shit-ton of drama...Mikey and Bunny aren't besties anymore :(.
Then, after a while my agent asked me if I wanted to make hockey more serious, etc.and I said of course...So that developed basically into what it is today.
Today, I'm 25, getting in shape again, apparently for my shot (according to the new agent)...and that's pretty much it.
I still play pro paintball, occasionally but, I find that I don't have the time anymore...It sucks but, it's sadly the reality.
Recently, I was really woken up by...Something and it made me realize how much "time" I've lost with a few people.
Jane really meant a lot to me...There was this barrier that existed and once it broke down, we were just really close friends...It took until junior year almost but, I loved being in class with Jane. She was such an individual it was just mind blowing.
As a goalie where I am, whenever I take a head shot...It's required I get a CAT, MRI, etc. I saw her about a week//two before she died.
She heard I was in the hospital for the second time that month (I have 42 hairline fractures in my left jaw from a shot...another story for another time) and the moment she saw me, she just laughed...she truly could not stop laughing, which, inherently made me laugh. God that hurt a lot but it was well worth it.
I miss her laugh the most --
Shortly after, Andrew Congdon and I were talking and I came to the definite conclusion that I've been so busy...Nobody really feels like they're connected with me anymore...etc, etc...So whether you live vicariously or not, let's get connected.
Shout out to AC for getting me to write this ~.
In current news...I live in Newtown, CT...I wake up every morning at 4am, I drive a malipu that fits all my gear and I live for my friends.
Pce out.
I've had this started like 30 times and I keep going back to it like, well my girlfriend is going to bitch about this...my family is going to freak out about this...but, whatever.
I'm sure I'll see the 4 horses of the apocalypse, before anything comes of this, so tally ho.
Let's start off with the relevant information that, I'm sure most people know//don't know but it's still relevant.
When I was 12 I called my mom a bitch for not ironing a shirt of mine for the next day, I've been doing my laundry ever since (6th grade). (That should actually explain a lot)
My mother once called me a whore when I was shitfaced enough one night to tell her my actual #...She now tells any girl that has any potential in my life circle I'm a whore...Apparently I just told her one night...who knows why. Thanks mom.
I have been arrested, a couple times...Jersey Shore...Miami...Ft. Lauderdale...New Orleans...Good times.
My only regret is from Middle School, Chris Goodman and I were walking down a path one day, it was overcast and Goodman asked me what I thought of a girl in my class...I said, "I bet you she's going to be such a slut..."
Moments in life you wish you could've said something else but, the first thing that hit your mind kinda blurbed out...That was that moment...Did not mean any harm, didn't even mean it really but, it's my 1 regret.
High school was socially awkward because I really felt alone...There was nobody I could connect with truly at my level and because of that I made due...I love everyone in my class but, as a bff or w/e there just wasn't a living soul I really really truly clicked with...Which made High School even more socially awkward...Go figure.
I consider my high school friends, my best friends because I was at my most socially awkward...And part of family is accepting someone at their worst...Knowing the worst thing about them and still loving them so, I consider everyone I went to HS with, family...without a doubt.
College wasn't any better...It was okay but, I kept going to as many art classes as I could, wherever I could and after a while of post neo-classicism...Post-modern...Neo-impressionism...I...wanted...to...die...Clasically, in public; of course...The artsy way.
Joined a frat...<3 those guys.
I did learn some important lessons while "at" school...
1) Jumping out the window only works if the window is OPEN because, if it's closed...You just informed every cop within 1/4 mile that you just went out the window AND sometimes you bounce back.
2) Bud Light is your friend...Drinking real beer for BP just, doesn't cut it and then you have like 5000 calories to burn the next day ontop of a dirty hangover.
3) The dollar menu is god.
4) No Corona, please god, no Corona.
5) Sometimes ducking and running is the honorable thing to do.
6) Beer is never free.
7) Vodka, oh Vodka, how I <3 thee.
Started playing paintball when I was 19...Then When I was 20 I went Pro in Paintball. It just, basically, happened...
"Hey dude, you're awesome...we're down a guy and we'd love for you to come, here and just play with us...it's free." ~ That's all it took. Not the free thing, well, maybe...but the beer is never free.
(This is when I became a whore...although; insert 1 serious relationship here...Then the whorism really started.)
Also some REALLY good stories in here...I weighed 175, was lifting 4-5x a week...The stories are endless but, definitely not for this blog...yeah.
(Started working for Alienware in here)
Rode that train for a while (About 2 years) until; I went to a hockey game...I randomly one day decided to go to a Sound Tigers game. I think I was just there? I really don't remember.
(Erica B. came to that game...Doesn't believe in FB or she'd be one of my friends...She's deaf but, one of the nicest people I've met in my entire life...)
While I was skimming the crowd, it turned out I knew every single coach in the VIP seats down towards the ice and 5/6 of them were goalies...
Most of you know if I watch a hockey game and the goalie fucks up, I shout something...I'm not perfect but, I'm also not getting paid 2m to play the sport...So, I'll be the obnoxious asshole in the crowd for everyone...
Oh, I was wearing my contract killer jersey as well...I don't think you're going to fuck around with the guy that has "I kill suckers" wrapped around his back.
Anyway, they saw me after I shouted something epic and told the security guard to bring me down. Turns out all of my Exeter coaches were there, 2/3 goalie coaches, the Fergusons...It was literally a reunion of every goalie coach I had been with, while growing up.
The next week, I found myself playing at a Sound Tiger practice...Then an Islanders practice...Then more and more people heard I was back...Then it was MSG, Greenville, Jersey...
Just as all of this started...the jersey succubus enters...I'd say more but succubus pretty much says it; Heather.
We eventually moved to Woodbury and to afford the place, I got a real job (Rawr)...and basically worked my ass off 50+ hours a week...Gave up paintball for a while, gave up hockey for a bit...and focused on "us". Was literally staying at work until 7, coming home and making us food; etc etc.
She promised to get a job...Lulz...First and last time I ever fall for that.
Well, the end of that story is she felt I trapped her and controlled her so, she moved out one day while I was at work...Oh the dramaz that ensued.
I'm really a caring person but this taught me to be an asshole.
I look back on it and I just laugh...Her being ignorant...My giving up my "dreams" for someone...Yeah, I just laugh. It's one of those experiences that had to happen but, you wish it really didn't.
So immediately following that train wreck...And believe me, that girl was a fucking train wreck...I dove back into hockey; seriously, into hockey. 4x, 5x a week...If you wanted me, I was at the rink. Hockey was my complete and utter total focus.
Through Hockey, I met my new bestie, Mikey...Mikey was a cool guy and had this chill fiance...At least I thought she was "chill" at first. Then I started helping out at a local hockey with Mikey. Certain things occurred here that, were definitely not what I wanted...Skip a shit-ton of drama...Mikey and Bunny aren't besties anymore :(.
Then, after a while my agent asked me if I wanted to make hockey more serious, etc.and I said of course...So that developed basically into what it is today.
Today, I'm 25, getting in shape again, apparently for my shot (according to the new agent)...and that's pretty much it.
I still play pro paintball, occasionally but, I find that I don't have the time anymore...It sucks but, it's sadly the reality.
Recently, I was really woken up by...Something and it made me realize how much "time" I've lost with a few people.
Jane really meant a lot to me...There was this barrier that existed and once it broke down, we were just really close friends...It took until junior year almost but, I loved being in class with Jane. She was such an individual it was just mind blowing.
As a goalie where I am, whenever I take a head shot...It's required I get a CAT, MRI, etc. I saw her about a week//two before she died.
She heard I was in the hospital for the second time that month (I have 42 hairline fractures in my left jaw from a shot...another story for another time) and the moment she saw me, she just laughed...she truly could not stop laughing, which, inherently made me laugh. God that hurt a lot but it was well worth it.
I miss her laugh the most --
Shortly after, Andrew Congdon and I were talking and I came to the definite conclusion that I've been so busy...Nobody really feels like they're connected with me anymore...etc, etc...So whether you live vicariously or not, let's get connected.
Shout out to AC for getting me to write this ~.
In current news...I live in Newtown, CT...I wake up every morning at 4am, I drive a malipu that fits all my gear and I live for my friends.
Pce out.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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