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If you want to be dropped on that stack of dimes you call a neck, gimme a Hell Yeah!!!
Everybody has that one hero growing up, whether it is a musician, a footballer, an actor, a character in a cartoon, a superhero or whoever. We all have brilliant childhood memories of these figures that once they spring to mind in the present day – you are immediately taken back to those ‘good ole days’.
Halloween. For most kids my age, Halloween means vodka-infused pumpkin spiced lattes, dressing up like sluts, and getting wasted beyond remembrance. For me, however, Halloween involves a much more sacred tradition: Watching Hocus Pocus.
This summer Israel spent a great deal of time in the news, and not in a good way. I wanted to buck that trend and recognize Israel for something amazing it has been doing since 1999 that I was lucky enough to experience myself, just as Operation Protective Edge began.
Everyone and his brother has given Paul George props for his on-court performance. He’s a 2 time NBA All Star and a franchise player for the team who was the favorite to win last year’s NBA Championship. I don’t need to reiterate the basketball accolades of PaulStar. I need to give him props for the way he’s handled adversity at the age of 24.
Growing up in Indy, we were conditioned by our surroundings to stay close with the groups we grew up with. We still call each other the North Central kids, the Carmel kids, the Cathedral kids. Rarely did anyone go outside of their comfort zone, because there was no reason to… you had multiple middle schools feeding into a high school, and a whole new array of people to get to know. As one who has been able to break the mold, it’s time I gave props to my new patna dem.
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November 26, 1998 was the day that my love for sports was flipped upside down. I was in the fourth grade and just started playing tackle football. I began showing interest in watching Professional Football. I was at my Uncle’s house to celebrate the annual holiday of giving thanks (props) when we settled in to watch the Dallas Cowboys host the Minnesota Vikings. One minute into the game Randall Cunningham chucked the pigskin deep down the field and a purple flash ran under it and trotted into the end zone. At the end of the first quarter, I experienced déjà vu as once again Cunningham hurled the ball deep to the lanky receiver wearing the number 84 for another fifty-yard touchdown. Finally, as the third quarter was winding down, that same receiver caught a screen pass at midfield and literally ran past every member of the Cowboys defense for a fifty-six yard score.
This past July I had the privilege of taking a 10 day canoe trip in some of the most pristine wilderness on our continent, Quetico Provincial Park in Ontario, Canada. Can you imagine being able to simply dip your water bottle in the lake when you were thirsty? It was a humbling remembrance of what modern industry and society has destroyed in the majority of lakes and rivers. Oh sweet boundary waters, so pure and revitalizing! And let me tell ya, there’s something about paddling ~65 miles with a group of strangers and portaging with an 80 pound canoe on your shoulders through the rugged Quetico terrain that really changes you.
Think back to when you passed your test for your drivers license, for most of us it was when you were still allowed to smile in your pictures and for me I was cheesin’ all the way into the cockpit...