Things that make me happy.
Of course my wife and kids, I don’t need to say that. They’re my world.
Truth be told, Zack Hample is part of the reason I’m the Ranter. I’ve been to my share of Rockies games since 1993, but I never arrived early enough for batting practice until this past season. Now I’ll never miss it.
I had been reading his blog “The Baseball Collector” for several years, and I had been snagging baseballs vicariously though him.
Reading Zack’s blog is one of those things that makes me happy.
To me, Zack is MLblogosphere, he was one of the original bloggers here, and I’ll read his blog until he stops blogging or snaggin.
I can tell you it won’t be the latter.
Thank you “Professor of Snag”, I bet you’ve inspired a hell of a lot more people than you could ever know.
He was the runt of the litter, and was born completely cross-eyed.
His back legs that didn’t work well either.
As he got to be a few months older, his legs continued to get worse. We figured it was hip displacia, because we rescued his mother from an “evil breeder”.
We took “Elly Belly” in for an X-Ray, and discovered his spine was curved like a “L” just below his shoulders.
I guess that abnormality was pinching his spine and causing his back legs to get worse.
Faced with a tough decision, we opted for the expensive wheelchair. Elway took to it rather quickly, and by using it daily for a few months, it fixed his spine.
Seeing Elway, Bronco and Nugget when I get home makes me happy. Unconditional love, it’s a cool thing.
I’m pretty good snowboarder.
The first time I picked up a snowboarded was opening day in Loveland, Colorado 1990, with my buddy Greg.
There was enough snow for one run to be open. We strapped on our boards and rode the lift to the top.
By the time we reached the bottom, we were boarding.
My kids and wife are still learning. There is no bad day on the mountains snowbarding.
A good breakfast makes me happy. The best meal of the day, two biscuts and gravy, two pancakes, three bacon, hasbrowns, toast and a big cup of coffee.
That not only makes me happy, it makes me ready to take on the world, or at least my job.
A good piece of Cheesecake makes me happy.
Good cheesecake is like sex on a plate.
Fishing with my kids makes me happy.
Just like snowboarding, there are no bad days fishing.
Just living in Colorado makes me happy.
What makes you happy?
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There’s lots more things that make me happy, but I got the ball rolling here,
Let’s see what you got.
<——This is not the Mobile Blogging Unit.
Here’s something someone might be interested in.
The Mobile Blogging unit heads out of Denver on Feb 27,2009, and returns on March 8th.
There is a chance that we may have an extra spot in the RV. It has four seperate beds, and as I mentioned, there could possibly be an extra spot. No freebies here, there would be an interview (to guage your coolness), we all split gas, and expenses, but it’s really is a chance of a lifetime.
Good times, good company, good baseball, making memories.
I’ll probably do a formal blog entry about this at some point soon. I just wanted to throw that out there and see if there are any potential bites.
I have a few maybes at this point, but no “for sures”. Women are welcome, as long as you are aware of the living arrangments.
Don’t say I’m not an equal opportunity snagger. It’s all good.
Ranter’s Joke of the day
Question: What is 30 feet long and smells like pee?
It felt so good to get that crap off of my chest that I have an idea.
You know, that thing that no matter how mad you are, it can bring you back to earth. Kids, dog, beer, whatever.
I feel the need now to project some positive vibes. When I have enough, I’ll do an entire entry or maybe feature one happy person at the end of my daily entries.
In 2002 I was driving my Freightliner, into Jackson Hole, Wyoming when I hit a patch of dry ice and my truck sideswiped another semi.
The collision had knocked me back into my own lane, but I had lost control of my steering.
I had to let this big rig keep rolling across the highway into the other lane (thankfully no other vehicles were heading in that direction). The truck continued into the ditch on the opposite side of the road and kept rolling into a field. I figured the truck would just roll until it ran out of speed. I figured wrong.
As I was shooting out into this field, I saw a huge ditch that had been freshly dug and I was heading straight for it.
My truck launched over the dirt piled up (just like the Duke boys), then as my truck was actually clearing/jumping the ditch, the front of my rig clipped the top of the dirt pile on the other side, and sheered off the entire underneath of my truck.
Everything in my sleeper went whizzing by my head, and I missed getting tagged by my TV by inches.
I buried my knee into the dash, but I walked away.
My first year truck driving, my first snowstorm in a big rig, and I almost killed myself three days before X-mas.
It chokes me up thinking about it. I was shook up bad.
My wife drove up from Denver to get me home.
That’s my friends, is good woman.
So my best present ever was being able to go home and hug my wife and kids for Christmas.
Remember, hug them and tell them you love them daily, because you never know.
12/8/08 This entry has been building up in me. I can’t takes no more.
Today’s blog entry is called:
Things I Freggin Hate
I have worked really hard the last few years trying to become a more tolerant/patient individual. Back in the day, I had an extremely low tolerance for people and their bullsheet.
When you say nothing it means you’re bottling it up inside, and that only lasts so long and then….
If you don’t know me by now, this would be the time to grab the mouse and click away or just turn the computer off.
OK I WARNED YOU
I really hate stupid people.
For the most part, being stupid is a personal choice. Sure there may be some breeding issues, but most people can read, and reading is knowledge.
I hate how drugs are over prescribed to our children.
Granted some kids may need it, but I think a good old fashioned, sit down, shut the hell up, and pay attention would do wonders.
Besides, everybody daydreams from time to time. Think back, you did it.
You’d be surprised how fast school grades improve when the removal of a Wii or cell phone is used as leverage.
Be smarter than your kids, don’t drug them up. That’s what college is for.
Not because of any accidents or claims. No, because I don’t have an 800 credit rating.
Lets see American Family Insurance, I’ve been paying you 130 bucks a month, no accidents, and only one hail damage claim in nine years.
Now you want to raise my premium like twenty-five bucks a month when you should be lowering it?
American Family you can kiss my Rockpiles, I’ll be looking elsewhere.
Where is that damn lizard when you need him?
I’m sick of the global warming bullsheet. I just spent four days in Chicago freezing my ash off. I just don’t buy it.
If Vick gets to play football again, Charlie Hustle should be eligible for Baseball Commissioner.
I hate that some of the folks who are lucky enough to cast votes for the Baseball Hall of Famers, feel obligated/ pressured to vote for a particular player.
Peer pressure, or the amount of time a player has been on the ballet should have nothing to do with your vote.
If you get to vote, you have a chance to determine baseball history.
Pick that player for the right reasons.
Otherwise you’re doing baseball fans an injustice and piss’d away an important vote.
I hate that gas is back down in price, but my grocery bill hasn’t dropped at all.
I hate being stuck behind the person buying lottery tickets for the first time, or the one who can’t quite decide whether to get the Lucky 7’s or the Pick 4.
Seems, it’s always when I’m in a hurry to get to work. Lottery tickets should only be sold between midnight and 5 AM.
Or ones that cough in their hands, but then don’t wash them.
I hate when solicitors put those stupid flyers on your car window.
Or the ones who ring your doorbell when there’s a “No Soliciting” sign clearly posted on the front door.
I hate every time I try to get fast food, two cars manage to beat me in line every freggin time. Or when you have to wait so long in line, that when you get your food, they don’t even throw in a few extra fries or a dessert for making you wait.
My time is valuable.
I hate people that lay on their horn behind you for no reason, then when you get out of the car to say WTF?, they take off scared. Tell me what’s your problem, or don’t be so damn horny.
It’s called balance.
It’s freggin retarded.
I really hate when people just don’t get me. I’ll do anything for you. Just be appreciative and don’t ever play me for a chump. You don’t want to be my enemy.
If for some reason, someday I help you out. Just be there to return the favor when I need you. Do unto others, you know the deal.
I’m an hour into this blog and I’m starting to feel a lot better. If you made it this far, you either get me or you don’t, but I appreciate you hanging in there. Today sucked. Hope your day was better. Tomorrow is always another day.
In spirit of being fair, my next entry will be only about things I like..D
12/7/08 Denver Broncos vs the Kansas City Chiefs
We showed up early for the Broncos game so we could get a good parking spot to do some serious tailgating.
Usually 3 1/2 hours before kickoff will do it, but not always. Today it worked.
We snagged a really good spot, kicked back and waited for our KC Chiefs friends Andy and Amalie to show up.
Then we grilled up some tasty brats, some pulled pork, and a can of beans.
Perfect food to absorb the beverages.
After we ate we took a walk around to check out the scene.
Here’s the Broncos Caddy.
This is a sweet ride.
Even the the horse on top of Invesco Field at Mile High was glad to see us.
It was a perfect day to watch Bronco football live.
My first day back in Colorado and I’m fortunate enough to get weather like this.
Here’s a shot of the crowd to the left of me, and one the right.
Lots of fans who were really into the spirit of things.
The Broncos didn’t fare so well at home after the first quarter. These lovely ladies kept coming onto the field to take our mind off of the score. That was nice of them.
Here’s Cutler getting ready to start this drive or a touchdown, putting the Broncos up.
This is what we call the beginning of a beautiful Colorado sunset.
Then the damn Chiefs came back and tied it. Below was also the attendance at todays game.
The Broncos had a late rally in the 4th quarter.
Broncos score, win the game, and fans get some sweet justice from the last time we played the Chiefs.They previoiusly put a whoopin on us at Arrowhead Stadium.
The only Bronco game we’re able to see this season and we beat the Chiefs in a great game. Glad we were lucky enough to be there live. Check out my video of us leaving the game. It was insane.
My trip was a success. I’m home, and all in one piece.
All I can say is you’re hardcore if you can live here full time.
I don’t care how beautiful it is in the summer.
Chicago is straight up freggin cold.
I don’t think it warmed up even once in three days.
It just kept getting colder.
I still don’t care for flying, but I can see how it could serve a purpose if your in a hurry and like to gamble with your life.
I had a window seat in row one, which afforded me the ability to periodically peer out and check the engine and wings.
You know, to make sure all was working and good.
Here are a few city pictures I shot while riding the train back to the airport.
This is Spice.
I believe Spice’s goal this trip was to eat his way in and out of Chicago.
The group agreed, “He nailed it”.
Nice job Spice, the plumbers union of Chicago thanks you
Good times brotha. Spice educated me to the new word of the day “Ring Stingers”. Apparently it’s a side effect from eating a burger called the “Goblincock” at a restaurant called Kuma’s Korner.
Kuma’s is a restaurant with food named only after heavy metal bands.
For some reason, the entire train ride I had the tune from the 70’s TV show, “Welcome back Kotter” runnng through my head.
Here’s J Ryan, my boss and roommate for this trip.
J is the lead singer of a band called Six Finger Satellite that originated in Rhode Island.
Here are few covers of their albums. They have a bunch more.
Jeremiah Ryan (singer, keyboards, lyrics)
Dan St Jaques
Click above to check out their myspace page to see what you’re missing.
These guys have been jamming and putting out albums since 1990.
To quote J Ryan to me, “It’s music for the head”.
Here’s our group hard at work, making history in our own way.
We pretty much managed to accomplish everything we set out to do in Chicago.
Our hosts were great. Thank you.
Here’s a shot of a colorful building across the street from where we were working.
Some sort of Cabaret.
Click on picture to enlarge if you’re into that.
I have to retract my statement about not getting any eye contact from the people in Chicago.
On Thursday night I took a cold, short walk looking for a store where I could purchase some Advil.
Believe me, at that time of night, I was getting all kinds of un-welcomed eye contact.
Guess I went full circle this trip, I found myself staring at the ground not wanting to look up.
Funny how things work.
I walked a little faster than usual back to the hotel and called my wife.
The Chicago atmosphere changes a little after 10pm-ish.
That’s ok, that’s usually when I go to sleep.
First time I’ve seen one of these up close. No room to fart in this thing, (Guess there’s always Bean-No).
Two of these things take up the same space as one car.
The dilemma, one of them costs the same as two cars?
Denver International Airport.
I’m back home in Colorado Baby !
And yes, every Coloradan drives by this big circus tent looking airport and wonders…..
“What the hell were they thinking when they built this?”
It was above freezing when we landed in Colorado.
Chicago, it’s been fun, great City you have there. Might I suggest heated sidewalks or possibly a retractable dome.
You can bet your ash next time I visit will be during the Summer.
Tomorrow Krista, I, Andy and Aimilee will be attending the Denver Broncos game vs the Chiefs.
It’s the only Broncos game were going to this year so we’re showing up early to tailgate.
I’m creeping up on number 1.
I really enjoy reading the comments left here, and I welcome any kind of feedback.
I thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my thoughts and share your own.
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No front page exposure for the Rant in a while (I’m too good looking), and I’m still managing to hang arround the top ten.(no worries there, I’ve had my share of the front page this year..thx MLB.com)
In a friendly way..fellow bloggers..bring it on.
To quote the words of a street Prophet (and sharp dresser), named MC Hammer…
“You can’t touch this”
I know there isn’t a whole lot of Rockies love out there. That makes it even more fun. See, the key isn’t making the top 50. The key is trying to stay in the top 50.
I know you fellow bloggers feel me. Don’t be afraid to try new schit. I told you before, you ain’t seen nothing yet. I’m saving the really good ideas for next season. Everybody needs a hook, just check out the top 3 blogs. Case and point.
No trip to the windy city would be complete with a out a trip to this joint.
I resisted the urge to give a thumbs down sign out of respect.
So I opted for my traditional peace sign.
What up Cub fans?
I can feel the history here.
I just can’t feel my fingers.
It was about a mile walk from where I was working to the Stadium.
Cold as hell here.
March 1, 1914 – Feb 18, 1998
When he died, the Cubs started inviting “guest conductors/celebrities”, to lead the singing of “take me out to the ballgame” ,Caray-style.
Would that be drunk??..Just playing.
I mean no dis-respect whatsoever, but there are faces in this statue, it’s kind of creepy.
I ate lunch at Quizzno’s today.
Funny thing, the toasted sub sandwich didn’t taste four dollars better?
Eating downtown Chicago can be expensive I’m finding out.
Chicago is cool, but I can’t seem to get my bearings here.
In Colorado: Mountains = West
They’re also my escape.
If I can’t see the mountains, I feel trapped.
A cooped up Ranter is not a good thing.
There’s not a lot of eye contact here.
People walk fast with their heads down.
Maybe they have a thing about stepping on cracks?
I must say though, the people that I’ve actually talked to and managed to get some eye contact with, have been super cool.
I wish I could blog full-time, but at this point, I haven’t made enough money to buy a cup of coffee in Chicago.
Tomorrow I fly back to Denver. I’m going to give my wife and kids the biggest, longest hug ever.
Tell them I love them, and say good-bye to the friendly skies for ever.
This is not the Mobile Blogging Unit->
The mobile blogging unit is the only way to travel.
It’s the modern day version of the horse and buggy, only you can take a whiz without dismounting.
Later all, I’m going in to work extra early tomorrow morning…I let you know when I’m back home in Colorado…D