Back from vacation..and…wow
Thursday, July 22nd, 2004Well, we rolled back into Columbus a couple of hours ago; I had a gajillion emails to read and decided I’d take a peek at the old blog before going to bed.
Wow.
Glad to see Dan finally had a public NCAA meltdown. Venting like that is good for the soul, I think. He even said “fuck” a lot. I mean…wow Dan. That is some serious video game hostility.
As some of you know, I just took a trip to Pennsylvania Dutch Country. It wasn’t my idea, but as a husband sometimes you just have to take one for the team. I’ll talk about the trip tomorrow if I get a chance, but I did want to mention that I was allowed to take my Xbox along and was able to play more NCAA 2005 at night after everyone had crashed. I’m not going to do a “formal” review of NCAA on the blog because, well, the blog is about as informal as you can get and damn it I get paid to write formal reviews!
I will, however, try to do an informal, +/- review tomorrow, time permitting. Most of you know how I feel about this game and things haven’t changed all that much but just for the sake of completeness (and because I promised I’d do it) I’ll write up my full thoughts on the game ASAP.
I don’t have ESPN, have not read any impressions on ESPN and will not read an ESPN forum until I get a chance to play the game over the weekend. I hope it’s good. After NCAA 2005, aI really, really, really, hope ESPN is good.
Tomorrow is a big day for me. I get my “Active Ankle” brace and take to the hardwood for the first time since rupturing the ligaments in my ankle on April 27th. Long time blog readers (long as in a few months) will know that my ankle was turned into spaghetti a few months back and it’s been an uphill fight to get back on my feet. Well, after some serious therapy, I’m ready to get back on the court and shoot around and maybe even play some halfcourt ball (full court…no chance yet.) But one step at a time.
I will leave you tonight with this: The Pennsylvania Turnpike is the creation of Satan. Really. Evil incarnate.



