The Essence Of Philly - He, Who Gambles, Loses

I recently blogged about my friend Brock, within minutes of the post going live I received an e-mail from my boy Philly. He wrote how funny he thought the post was and he rolling on the ground laughing (I am pretty funny, if I do say so myself). So I thought if he liked reading about Brock, hell he will love reading about himself. Good for the goose and all that stuff.

I have so many stories about Philly that it is really tough to narrow it down to just one. I mean do I write about the time I got Philly free tickets to the 500 and he proceeded to get so, drunk he could not walk home? Or maybe I write about the night he got drunk and picked a fight with a guy, and met his future wife in the same night, dude is a serious pimp. No I must share with you a very special night, a night when Phillip gambled and lost.

It was a few years after we were out of college and a few of the fellas decided to hit the old college stomping grounds for a little bro’s weekend retreat (read drunken debauchery of the worst kind). Well after a day of drinking at homecoming we decided to hit a party at the house (can you say still trying to live the college dream?).

Well I look at Philly and he had a very strange expression on his face. I walk over to him and ask “what the deal?”
Philly says dejected “I gambled and I lost”
I said “what do you mean you gambled and lost?”
Philly looked at me with stone cold seriousness and said “I thought I was going to fart, but I poo-pooed in my panties.”
Yes that is why I love Philly.

Sunday Funnies

It’s been a while since I have checked in. I have been wicked busy at work recently and I have been trying to feed my Scramble addiction whenever possible, so keeping up with my blog seems to have taken a back seat to a paycheck and word finding games, my apologies loyal reader. To make up for a lack of recent posts I will hit on a few different subjects, so put on your A.D.D. reading caps and we will get this bad boy rolling….

Recent Itunes Downloads –
I downloaded the new Everclear album this week. This is odd for me as I usually prefer to cherry pick my favorite cuts off an album rather than download the full monty, but after sampling the Vegas Years, I knew this would be the exception to the rule. The album offers Everclear’s take on some of the band's favorite covers tunes. The group’s unique rock flavor adds a nice edge to songs like This Land is your Land and Land of the Lost. An interesting side note, the group also seems to love songs with girl in the title including the follow cuts Rich Girl, American Girl, Southern Girls and you guessed it Brown Eyed Girl.

Video Clip of the Week-
I recently came across this little ditty on Funnyordie.com. Give it a look if you have ever longed to see Will Ferrell and Dave Grohl of Foo Fighters letting out their inner Stevie Nicks and Don Henley.
http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/02abda16b8

Faster Pussycat –
When I was in high school one of my favorite pastimes was “What shirt will Rick wear today?” It was a simple but fun game I used to play to ease the pain of high school boredom. I had a three hour Radio and TV class with this dude Rick (no recollection of his last name), who had an extensive concert t-shirt collection. I mean this guy had a shirt for every 80’s hair-band that ever cut an album. I had never even heard of many of these groups. Remember my IPOD has songs from Rick Ashley, Lionel Richie and Hall and Oates so Poison and Motley Crew are not signature Reavo listening. Anyhow I would try to guess before class what shirt Rick would be wearing, but I would also award myself bonus points on a sliding scale based on the guessed band’s obscurity. The crown jewel of this obscurity was Faster Pussycat. Yes, old Rick did have a Faster Pussycat shirt. I salute you Rick for your bold concert t-shirt fashion choices!

Ready to Hulu

Baby, if you've ever wondered, Wondered whatever became of me,
I'm living on the air in Cincinnati, Cincinnati, WKRP.
Got kind of tired packing and unpacking,
Town to town and up and down the dial Maybe you and me were never meant to be,
But baby think of me once in awhile.
I'm at WKRP in Cincinnati...

If you are like me and love classic TV from your childhood like WKRP and St. Elsewhere I have a site you need to check out. Now we won’t address the fact that I was watching these shows at grade school age (apparently Mama Shirley was asleep at the TV wheel). There is a new site called hulu.com which features theses classics and many others free of charge. You do have to deal with limited commercial breaks from the like of Chilies (I want my baby-back, baby-back, baby-back), but other than that, no fee or charges to the viewer.

The site also offers full episodes of modern day favorites including The Office and Friday Night Lights in addition to the classics. There are also movies available as well, but most of them seemed less than top shelf… Sorry if there are a lot of Meet Joe Black fans out there. Give hulu.com a look during your next surf.

Be Careful What You Wish For...

I remember when I turned 15 and I got it… my first chest hair. It stood all alone on my caved in 15 year old chest. I had not been that excited since I beat level 12 of Donkey Kong! Ah yes I was on the verge of manhood and I was getting ready you bust out Burt Reynolds style baby. Magnum PI was going to have nothing on me because I was going to be known as Chesty McHairsalot.

So imagine my disappointment when my Chia-chest really did not bloom. Oh I had a few chest hairs here and there but not the garden of chest shrubbery for which I had longed. That is until I got out of college, then Presto-Chesto, I became a hair growing machine.

But like anything,there is too much of a good thing. I hardly got to enjoy my sweet chest beard before I started to realize that the old growth on my chest was making its way to my shoulders. Then it moved south to my back! My back!?! Suddenly my dream come true had turned in to a nightmare… I am an old man with back hair. I am Burt Reynolds, but not cool Smokey and the Bandit Burt Reynolds, instead I am gross old Dukes of Hazard Burt Reynolds.

The Enigma that is Brock…

So I have been MIA from blogging this week. I did eight miles on Saturday training for the mini and my right foot has been killing me ever since. I am not sure what I did to it but man it hurts. I have also been very busy this week with my new obsession… Scramble on Facebook. It’s basically a boggle rip-off, but it has me hooked.

I also really have not had much to write about this week, nothing has really caught me as blog-worthy, like I really ever blog about front page news?

Then it came to me… Brock. I need to blog about Brock. Brock is a buddy of mine. Actually he is more than a buddy he is one of my best friends, heck the guy was one of my groomsmen. I also believe he is a CIA operative or maybe a magician. I met Brock my freshman year of college. Brock was one of the few actives in my fraternity that actually was cool to me when I was a pledge. Brock has always been dope. He is the guy that is always up for a beer, a game of golf or hitting the bricks for a road trip. In short Brock is a very cool dude. A guy like Brock is a must have for any entourage… easy to get along with and up for anything.

But… And there always is a but, right? But Brock also is an enigma that I will never fully understand. From the very early days of knowing Brock I realized he was a different bird. First off Brock used to disappear without telling anyone (maybe because of a secret CIA mission?). You would walk down to his room on a Tuesday and ask his roommate where Brock was and he would be like “no idea, I have not seen him” then Brock would be MIA for two or three days. When he return there would be no explanation, besides maybe a “oh I decided to head home for a few days.” Dude, tell someone, give us a heads up. More than a few times we considered calling THPD and reporting Brock missing. Hell we almost put him on a milk carton once he gone so long.

Brock also appears out of nowhere. Last summer Brock started this deal of appearing out of thin air (he is almost Copperfield-like). Brock and I were going to go golfing one weekend and he was supposed to meet me at my house. Well I am out in my driveway putting my clubs in my car and poof (!) Brock appears behind me. When I say appeared I mean appeared, no car, no sounds of footsteps... he was just there. Brock says he parked on the wrong road and walked over, but I believe he has developed a teleportation skill.

So maybe Brock is a bit of an enigma, but aren’t we all in our own way? I mean some of us blog and some of us disappear and reappear. In the end Brock is wicked cool in my book, heck the guy never made me pay for a formal or hayride in four years of college (he just charged everyone else in the chapter extra so he and I could go for free… suckas!) but I still think he maybe a CIA operative or a magician.