11.20.07

Teaser

I've been absolutely swamped the past couple of days and haven't had much time to write. I promise for an in-depth performance tomorrow, with not only a preview of The Battle to Save Your Coach's Job between Washington and Washington State, but also the first top ten list since moving to the new format: The Top Ten Overrated Things About Thanksgiving.

Love...

I'm in love with the Performance^24 girl. I'm not talking about a crush--or even a major crush ("Major Crush"--salute!)--but full-blown-love. We speak every day in the gym---well---she doesn't actually respond because she's a poster--but I feel like we have our special moment every day.

I'm a bit worried that she gets around though...she seems to be showing off her perfectly adorable body at every 24 Hour Fitness in America...but I know that I'm her one true love.

See you tomorrow, Performance^24 Girl.

Spokane…quite a place…

I was in Spokane on what could only be described as a “Frequent-Flyer’s Special”, landing there Monday at about 11:15 and checking back in for a flight at about 1:00.

My lunch meeting was fine, but with all due respect to at least two of my most-loyal readers, this place is completely ridiculous.

Not only is it the only place backwards enough to root for Gonzaga…it also was the scene for two of the most ridiculous conversations I’ve ever heard (and one of which I was a part of…)

Number One…

Scene: Me in a restaurant—the waitress with the knowledge that my two lunch companions will not be there for another 30 minutes.

Her: Would you like anything to drink in the meantime?
Me: A Diet Pepsi? Or Diet Coke?
Her: Sure…we have RC Cola, is that okay?
Me: You have RC Cola? Is it the only case left? And are you at a truck-stop in central Arkansas? And will it cost more because it is actually throwback RC Cola purchased from American Eagle? (Is what I should have said…what I actually said was, “Um…I guess?)

As a general rule ("General Rule"--salute!) you probably want to avoid any cola product--wait--any food product that hasn't been seen in 20 years. Within hours, you may suffer the same fate as Kate, Tom, George, and Martha by dying of dysentery.

Number Two…

Scene: Me walking through security in Spokane. Inaudible conversation between TSA representatives…becomes audible when a short, grey-haired representative says:

Her: Yeah, I will take my break—I’ve got to take a s*** anyway.

(Sound of me vomiting all over the conveyor belt.)


Love at First Sight...

To no surprise, returning from the City that Never Awakens, to Seattle, I was greeted with a much more enjoyable experience.

First off of the plane, I was almost literally run over by University of Washington freshman forward Matthew Bryan-Amaning. This caused a chuckle and some razzing from fellow freshman Justin Holiday and a smile and laugh from the world's most-likable coach, Lorenzo Romar.

I walk toward the exit as planned...take about eight steps and realize, "HEY--if they're going that way, and you know that the team is leaving for New York today, why aren't you following them in the hope of meeting Jon Brockman?"

So I turn around and head down the D-Concourse.

First I pass Coach Romar.

McFly: "Hey Coach--go get 'em this week!"

Romar: (Eye-contact, a genuine smile) "That's the idea!"

McFly: "Do the guys have two wins in them??"

Romar: "We're feeling good."

McFly: "Keep up the good work."


My reaction: If Romar ever retires and I'm in a position to hire an Executive VP of a company, I'm hiring him. The perfect manager--intense, focused, but extraordinarily likable and genuine. An absolute class act.


So I continue my walk, on a search for my 21-year-old hero.

Next I walk by the bookstore and am shocked to find a pack of Huskies...

Unfortunately, they were basketball players and not live, wild animals--and they were buying candy and not books...but I had an engaging enough 5-second exchange with Tim Morris to realize that manners and likability run in the family (he's Romar's nephew) and (on-looker) Quincy Pondexter is no only lost in a 2-3 Trap, but also in simple conversation.

But my hunt continues...a full lap around the concourse renders no signs of the 6'7" Super Hero...but to no avail.

Clearly he had security detail to keep his millions of adoring fans from bothering him. I guess I understand...

So I head back to my initial destination, only to see Romar coming BACK in my direction. So I duck into a smoothie bar to pretend like I've been searching for a meal. He passes...I sneak to baggage claim.

How good a run-in was it?

I texted my brother to tell him, and he responded, "I met Warren Buffett today. But you win."



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