Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Clearing My Head

I've been sick lately. Without going into too much detail, about the color and size of things that have been extracted from my body lately I will just say that I've never been one to let me body dictate to me my social engagements. That is unless my body just completely shuts down and does not allow me to move. So rather than making an attempt to get healthy by resting and taking medicine and eating soup, I have been gallivanting around town. I really have only done two things to help myself get better. I've avoided the basement and I made some wassail. I don't know if the wassail really aided my recovery process, but I did feel better after throwing down a warm cup of it now and then. However, this morning when I woke up, I actually felt akin to a human being for the first time in almost a week.


I even pursued tickets to the ISU-UNI game. A game that I was emotionally invested in because a certain Panther friend of mine sure likes to remind me that we keep losing to UNI. I might have even made bold proclamations on their MySpace page about a certain Cyclone victory.

Well the Cyclones did not cover the check that my mouth wrote. In fact, they were thoroughly humiliated. That check bounced about a mile high. UNI fans were allowed to chant: "U-N-I" in the hallowed arena that was once home to Hilton Magic. Cyclone "fans" (although they assuredly do not deserve the moniker "fan" which is derived from the term "fanatic" and since these people clearly are not fanatical so there must be another term that could describe them like "fanciers" or "People who have a passing interest in the Cyclones") began funneling out of Hilton Coliseum shortly after the final television timeout.

I left the arena half expecting my phone to ring at any moment. There was a chance that a thorough thrashing like the Panthers had put on the Cyclones might trigger a gloating phone call. I know a thing or two about the gloating phone call. I make one to Jason Baier about every week that the Chiefs lose. Well I used to, but they lose so often now it hardly seems worth the effort to dial his phone number.

My phone did not ring. This meant that the gloating was going to come through the medium known as MySpace. I knew I needed to take my medicine, figuratively speaking of course. However, I knew that I could buy myself some time. I descended into the frigid depths of the basement and opened up Photoshop. I decided to wait a bit before knocking down my full piece of humble pie. I began editing some images I created last week to clear my head and make me forget about the horrible display of Naismith's great game that I was witness to earlier this evening.

This pictures are similar to the other pictures I made earlier. I haven't quite captured the image that I'm striving to make, but I am moving into that ballpark.










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