2010 Year in Review

This about says it all....



...on the bright side, I did get to watch alot of basketball on TV while I recovered.

Me & Yao

I found this story about Yao Ming and what he's gone through to promote basketball in China on the Olympic stage. It reminds me of my middle school glory days. My basketball coach was on my case all the time trying put some meat on my feeble bones to make me more of a presence on the court. He would stop by my lunch table, almost daily, with extra rations of mashed potatoes and gravy. I don't know if I ever ate them or not, but my friend Andrew was always up for extras. In Industrial Arts class, I was coach's favorite. Whether it was using me to demonstrate some new carpentry skill or sending me out for his refreshments with the familiar phrase "Jarrod, get me some coffee!", I was his bitch. The other kids made fun of me behind his back, but I pressed on. I was determined to be the best 'student' I could be.

Back to Yao, his body is broken, yet he soldiers on. While my body is not broken, it definitely feels the effects of all those trips up the steps to the teacher's lounge under the strain of an extra helping of mashed potatoes. Yao, if you're reading, my only advice would be to get out while you've got what's left of your health. If you're lucky, you can get some kind of engineering degree and a desk job that affords lots of meetings, a respectable salary, and plenty of time to email your friends.

From one broken down cager to another, I say "Hang in there buddy, things are bound to turn-around for you."

Hot as Balls

When I've made one too many trips to the Burger Barge, I burn off those calories at the local YMCA. Granted, it's not the most posh of places, but it gets the job done. It also attracts its fair share of crazies. Case in point, last night, I opened the door to the men's locker room and was almost blown away by the unmistakable odor of funky balls. It was so overpowering that I almost didn't go any farther. I wasn't even in the locker room yet; surely no one has a stench this bad. I took a few more steps inside, and that's when I saw him. Charlie Chinaman was standing next to the sink, hair dryer in one hand, balls in the other, drying his carpet. It was the most disgusting thing I'd smelled in a long time, and the visual didn't help either......but hey, no one likes wet balls.

Inaugural Post

Jarrod doesn't have a blog, but he has no problem critiquing those who do. Since repeated requests for him to start one have fallen on deaf ears, let's start one for him. If you were Jarrod, what would you write about? Growing up in Mayfield? Crazy college days? Long hours at work? This is a blank canvas waiting to be filled with the exploits of Mr. Stock. Go ahead, boys, knock yourselves out!!! ..and DO IT FOR JARROD!!!