The Reverend

The Reverend Mac. I met 7 year ago in an old beat up locker room at the Travis County Expo Center. I had already played one year on Gibb's hockey team. Unfortunately, I didn't get resigned to that team and I was picked up by Fertig's team. It was that year that I met the Reverend Mac. After first meeting him, I asked if he was really a Reverend. "Technically, yes. I'm certified on the internet" he told me. We spent many nights the next couple years playing defense together, killing penalties, winning a championship or two, and drinking cheap beer after the games. Always a good time and the Reverend Mac always had a classic story.

About two years ago, while flying to Montreal for a hockey tournament, I had a layover in Detroit Michigan. I had a few hours to kill, so I decided to go have a beer at the closest bar I could find. There... Reverend Mac was sitting in his infamous black leather jacket. I sat down with him and we caught up over a few beers. Finally we shook hands, and we both went on our ways.

Today, I got an email from Fertig. Apparently, the Reverend Mac's is suffering from liver failure. They are unsure how much longer he will live, but hopefully he pulls through and can get back on the ice.

ebay kicked my ass last night

So last night I was trying to do anything but work. So I started cruising eBay. From there I ended up looking at my past reviews from other buyers/sellers, and found someone that I bought two paintings from a long time ago. I decided to check if the guy was still selling stuff on eBay, and low and behold, he was. I cruised through some of his stuff, and decided that I liked one of them and it was a reasonable price. 64.99 for a four canvas collected art piece. So I bid 100, reserve not met. At this point, i became more obsessed with wanting to know what the reserved price was. If you do not understand Reserve Prices, basically, a buyer cannot win until they bid a minimum amount that is set by the seller (this amount being the reserve price). At this point, I begin to increase my bid, until I hit the reserve price. Eventually, I bid 200. Well, I hit it. The reserve price was actually 179.00. With 20 minutes left in the auction. I felt for sure, that someone would surpass my bid. And someone came very close, uping my payment up to 194.50 (I'm a little suspicious about this, and believe it might be insider selling, but oh well). Anyway... 194.50 later, I'm the proud owner of the following painting:

Gettin my a... kicked

So i learned this morning, if you ever want to feel really slow. Meet at Luke's Locker at 6 am on a Wednesday. I only did 4 miles, and the rest of the group did 6 miles... and they smoked me. Oh yeah, and 80% of them were girls. I feel really good about myself today...

This is me breathing.