Yes, there is a Gatorade blog now - This is by the same author of that book about the history of Gatorade that I linked to a while ago. Furthermore, I hear this Gatorade Rain is pretty good — not as intense as regular Gatorade.
A Book about Gatorade? - It’s unbelievable to me that someone can write a book about Gatorade … nevertheless, I find the topic rather interesting. How do you leverage a sweetened beverage into a multibillion dollar industry? The thing is: Gatorade doesn’t seem to include any potassium anymore, which would explain why the sodium in it makes me so thirsty.)
Big 10 Trickery - Another great college prank: one school starts a romantic fling via AIM with the PG at another school. At the game, the first school starts shouting the made up girl’s name … “Pruitt was in total shock.”
Just as I am waxing philosophical about the past, one of youth’s role models goes and dies. Nothing tells you you are getting older like people from your generation dying. But I say this with tongue in cheek - I do not really put the “facing aging” thing in front of a life lost. I do not know what exactly Kirby Puckett did in his later life (there were some scandals), nor do I care all that much. I do, however, remember being a little kid, new to sports (unlike many boys my age), suddenly finding a touchstone to talk with people about: “He climbed that plexiglass!” I, of course, refer to the unbelievable (and now classic) footage of Puckett chasing down a fly ball and leaping to a seemingly impossbile height to snatch the dang thing out of the air. Wikipedia (personally, I welcome our new referential overloads):
I like this hat because it goes well with jeans, I do not really know anything about North Carolina. Oops.
I’m like the old guy in the rocking chair telling all the kids in pampers, ‘Get off the chair! Do not break that! I thought you were suposed to be napping.’
— Kevin Garnett
Setting sun through the gates on our field.
I forgot to mention (or maybe I forgot I wrote about) the basketball game we had going a couple of days ago. It was a lot of fun. Participants included me, Steve, John, Matt, Tommy, and Richard. Playing basketball in the summertime sure brings back memories. We’ve been playing every summer for four years straight. Back when we started I was a complete basketball novice - I credit basketball and fall football over there at Steve’s with helping me discover that I actually can handle sports. Tons of good memories of just plain fun competition, and relatively few serious injuries. Also, we took a picture of all of us at basketball - I plan to take that one to college; one needs to have some concrete memories of the summer. That is partly why I keep this log. Life is full of so many good times that it is good to be able to remember what actually happened. Regardless, my broken toe seems good enough to play basketball, and that’s great news.