I recently had the opportunity to go to a family reunion, but ultimately it ended up not being an option; it wasn't fitting into my all-day sports watching adventure.
I could only imagine what the "party" was like that night. Bored in a corner, I'd be wondering if I knew anyone there. And if anyone knew me.
A television would be on tuned to the most obscure station on Earth. Politics and old stories would fill the air amongst older relatives. Children would not be in sight, tucked away in rooms due to extreme boredom - boardgames scattered through sight.
I assume there would be a few moments of talk among the residents and a select few of the guests, but awkward silence would reign supreme throughout the night for those who hadn't known anyone. But would would one do after that? Is there much to do?
Was distant relative reunions ever a good idea expect for the those who planned it? Is it part of a greater plot from older people to bore the youth of America?
It's too early to tell. And it doesn't matter. The Phoenix Suns just won.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Week 1 Assignments
Page 22, exercise No. 2: Writing Scene
Sitting at the pizza place, the room is uncharacteristically lacking people. Only a few show up for what usually is a pretty busy day, leaving steaming-hot pizza unattended to on the counter. Enjoying a break from the breezy weather, the room enjoys a good sports debate.
"Mark Sanchez just doesn't have what it takes to be successful at the next level," Don said. "He will just be like previous (previous USC quarterbacks) Carson Palmer and John David Booty."
The door remains steady, usually bursting with wind in and out of the small room. But the statement doesn't go without opposition: "But Palmer and Booty had fewer weapons offensively," I said.
The argument never resolved and died, but several pizzas later the argument was pondered again with USC head coach Pete Carol appearing on ESPN.
Reports indicate Carol is 'disappointed' with the departure, but that was putting it lightly. Carol blatantly said the decision was a mistake.
"It doesn't matter anyway," Don said. "USC will do just fine next year."
And as business started to pick up, the pizza started to vanish while new pans slowly replaced the old.
Page 23, Exercise No. 5: Character sketch
Sitting at the usual position of the table, his presence is commanding. With a bear-like stature, his rugged hands lay on the table. His beard is rough but not out of shape. His collard shirt shows signs of a hard day with grease and dirt.
The boots still are crackling from dirt unrooting from the boots. He wipes his brow, unsettling more dirt. Small trickles of blood slowly stream down his arm. He stands, and his smile lights up the room.
Sitting at the pizza place, the room is uncharacteristically lacking people. Only a few show up for what usually is a pretty busy day, leaving steaming-hot pizza unattended to on the counter. Enjoying a break from the breezy weather, the room enjoys a good sports debate.
"Mark Sanchez just doesn't have what it takes to be successful at the next level," Don said. "He will just be like previous (previous USC quarterbacks) Carson Palmer and John David Booty."
The door remains steady, usually bursting with wind in and out of the small room. But the statement doesn't go without opposition: "But Palmer and Booty had fewer weapons offensively," I said.
The argument never resolved and died, but several pizzas later the argument was pondered again with USC head coach Pete Carol appearing on ESPN.
Reports indicate Carol is 'disappointed' with the departure, but that was putting it lightly. Carol blatantly said the decision was a mistake.
"It doesn't matter anyway," Don said. "USC will do just fine next year."
And as business started to pick up, the pizza started to vanish while new pans slowly replaced the old.
Page 23, Exercise No. 5: Character sketch
Sitting at the usual position of the table, his presence is commanding. With a bear-like stature, his rugged hands lay on the table. His beard is rough but not out of shape. His collard shirt shows signs of a hard day with grease and dirt.
The boots still are crackling from dirt unrooting from the boots. He wipes his brow, unsettling more dirt. Small trickles of blood slowly stream down his arm. He stands, and his smile lights up the room.
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