On Tuesday Monday after I posted, I went out with Will to run some errands. Unfortunately, he no longer smelled of sex and beer. We devoured some Wendy’s, went to Fry’s (where I picked up a new weapon of journalistic destruction) and then headed for Super Target. I was strongly against this move because I had already been to Super Target once that day and made Will pay for this decision. Midway through the trip, Will put away half of his pasta and went to check-out out of sheer irritation. It was then that karma reared it’s ugly head. As we entered the razor isle, of which I was in desperate need, I suddenly got a cold chill down my spine that only comes from one thing: a Gator fan. I turned and sure enough, there he was. His jean shorts, buck teeth and mullet made me temporarily spazz out and unable to move. He got me good. After I regained consciousness, I made a dash for the exit. Unfortunately, a man committing what I can only describe as a crime against humanity blocked my escape. His shorts were smaller than my chances of getting drafted by the NBA or NFL (which I plan on declaring for both in 2009/10 depending on my 40 times). I was trapped. I slowly regained composure just in time to give a swift kick to the shin of the Gator fan and run away. It was after this trip, I declared I would never enter Super Target twice in one day ever again. However, I did learn that Gatorade had a new design for it’s bottle. I can only assume this move is to celebrate The Big G — Jason Giambi — signing a new contract and bringing joy to Major League Baseball once more with moves like this and this. He’s good for humanity.
On Thursday I made it to Athens and was ready to go on my mission. I turned on my TV which was on the Weather Channel. The weatherman was discussing the 30 mph winds and heavy rain that were coming down in Athens. Unfortunately, I turned on the TV after I went on my mission to find Tim Hix. I was absolutely soaked. Here’s the play by play.
I left my apartment feelin’ good and feelin’ clean walking into a bright sun with blue sky. I headed to Stegeman Coliseum to find Dennis Felton for a quick word and some insight to Timmy’s whereabouts. I waited near his office for about 30 minutes before abandoning these hopes (mainly because the highlight tape from the 07/08 SEC Championship season was repeating for the 9th time) and headed to the dining hall. After destroying some pizza, I headed back to Stegeman when I was hit with the monsoon. I was almost knocked over by the wind. Luckily, the wet-dog look has done pretty well for me in the past so I wasn’t too worried, though my confidence was slightly shaken by the strange looks I got walking into the building. Dennis was still not there so I left and headed to the Butts-Mehre building (try saying that out loud without laughing) in search of Mr. Hix. Alas he was not there.
Me (soaked): Do you know where Tim Hix’s office is?
Random SID (clearly annoyed I was dripping in his office): Well it’s not in this building.
Me: OK, do you know where it is?
SID: Yeah. Do you know where Stegeman Coliseum is?
Me (keeping in mind that I had spent about an hour there today AND the buildings are virtually next to each other): Umm, I don’t think so.
SID: Well, you just go out of this building and take a left. You should see it.
Me: Great, thanks.
So I headed back to Stegeman to find Mr. Hix. After wandering around for awhile I finally found it. Angels came down from heaven and sang because they wanted to share my joy. I walked in and as soon as I said I was a part of WUOG his eyes fell: he hated me instantly. I eventually negotiated some press passes for a few games but not the Tennessee or Kentucky games because I’m not near worthy enough. I stupidly left without getting the passes and taking his word that he would reply to my email. We’ll see how that goes.
I then went home and emailed Bruce Pearl, the SID for basketball at Tennessee Tom Satkowiak and Mark Titus. They were all set to come on the Friday Pregame show this Friday (Well, not Tom but I needed his permission to talk to Bruce). I was pretty excited, especially at the thought of Mark asking Bruce how much he got paid (third paragraph). This excitement lasted until I got to the radio station. I walked into the panic room (aka the DJ Booth nicknamed such for having the thickest doors outside of Fort Knox) and turned to look at the new microphones promised to me in the newsroom. What I found was a table, four chairs still with covers on them and massive piles of dust. No microphones, no phones, nothing. So, today, after I had to cancel on Mark and Bruce. Hopefully next week we’ll have everything (or at least something) up and running.
Overall, it was a pretty good day.
Before I leave, I’d like to give a shout-out to the brave soul who found us at Tirico Suave. I wondered who quoted us on this site so I decided to check it out. After 20 minutes of searching, I found a link to Samepagesports.com in the bottom corner of the page well after the article had finished. So props to the guy who went all the way down to find us.
Also, I realized two nights ago that I’d played wayyy too much Fight Night 3 over break. I woke up in a deep sweat after having an intense dream that I was fighting Joe Frazier. Not Cool. My blankets and pillows were in various corners of the room. Good thing I knocked him out before my mattress received any damage.
So remember, check the weather before you have to meet important people and as always, ball hard.
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