I probably sound like a broken record by now, but it has again been quite a while since I last posted. It's not like any of you check this everyday anyway (besides you, Grandmom and Grandpop (Parenthetical inside of a parenthetical: Many of you may think it is harmful to my psyche that my grandparents are my biggest fans. That's quite the contrary. If you knew my grandparents, you would be the happiest person in the world, as I presently am. Just as an example to show you how baller this duo is, Lisa Leslie was actually not the first woman to dunk. That would be my grandmother.)) so I'm not doing anyone any harm. Besides, like Jeffrey J. always told me, "If you don't have anything to say that is beneficial to society, don't say it all." ("It's funny because he actually said that"- Sam Soupy Huestis (PIP: AMPAP for the nickname. I love acronyms!!)) That has certainly been the case for me over the past few weeks. Anyway, I have actually counted out the days since I last posted, and the count is officially at 17. Since it's been so long, I've decided to give you all a gift in which I'm going to go all Kevin Bacon on you, and just do some weird rambling, so just bear with me. In all likelihood, you will be lost during this entire post. Now following the rules of their degrees of separation, this first connection technically is my 0th degree. Now let's get started.
0. Not blogging for a while has been very tough for me. I love blogging even more than I love O.A.R. And hey, I love me some O.A.R. Almost as much as...
1. Terrence Williams loves him some Jay Bilas. Seriously, when I heard about this, I could see the love affair happening right in front of me. I know it's random, but I had to put it in, just because of my love for college basketball, and my Villanova Wildcats. Speaking of which...
2. Reggie Redding has recently been arrested for possession of marijuana. I know it takes a little wind out of the sails of next season's NCAA Champions (yeah, I'm guaranteeing it right now), but I could sort of see it coming, at least for Redding. I personally know him from...
3. A broadcasting camp that I attended two years ago. That's right. Along with being a blogger extraordinaire, a frequent eater of big macs, and an all around baller, I am also a broadcaster. I'm what is known as a Renaissance man. Those activities listed above are not all I am good for, however. Sometimes I even do my own laundry. As if that were not enough, I have been known to dabble on a few intruments. Much like...
4. Saumon Oboudiyat. While his biggest claim to fame is clearlyhaving his own label on the Soup Kitchen, he also has his own Facebook music page, which is starting to gain more recognition. Besides that, he has a new album coming out, and trust me, it is going to be off the chain. How do I know this? I am actually his manager, so I have heard the whole thing. Saumon is actually the second musical act I have managed, the first being...
5. The now defunct Objects At Rest, also known as O.A.R. Even though I was appointed manager, I self-admittedly did absolutely nothing. This band featured Caleb Oaks singing, Eddie Palka on the drums, B-Murr on the bass, and a certain guitarist named...
6. Russell Gelman-Sheehan, aptly nicknamed Rufus. He has been asking for a shoutout for quite a while now, and I am finally giving it to him in the most flattering form that I can think of. If Russell's talents start at guitar playing, they stop at his shoe choice. Rufus infamously rocks...
7. Starburys. These are, for those of you who don't know, possibly the worst shoes ever. While being so bad, they do offer some type of individuality, which gives perfect reason as to why Rufus would wear them. Generally, the unique shoes are the expensive ones that no one can afford. In this case, Starburys are special because they are so bad that no one wants to buy them, even though they can easily be purchased for a small price of $14.98! Just to give you reference of how low quality these shoes are, Stephon Marbury wore these shoes himself for one game as a means of promotion. In that same game he turned his ankle. Coincidence? I think not. Talking about Stephon Marbury reminds me of that feud he had with...
8. Stephen A. Smith, former host of Quite Frankly. At the time of his show's start, he was on top of the world. He had his own television show, his own column in the Philadelphia Inquirer, and his daily spot on Sportscenter. Now, he very well may be out of work. But Stephen A. has affected my life in an extremely positive manner. He was the subject of...
9. A few great Youtube videos. I'll put the 2007 one below for this post's video, and I'll link you to the 2006 one right here. These videos were recommended to me by none other than...
10. Fat Dub. That's right, this frequent subject of the Soup Kitchen is probably the best at finding videos out of anyone I have ever met. Not only that, but he is also a ghost-riding pro, much like the old geezers in that video. When he does ghost-ride, he usually does it with...
11. Bryan, otherwise known as Down-C. You may be wondering: why link his name to the picture of a hoagie? It's simple. His head is shaped like a hoagie, thus the reason he is called Hoagiehead. Usually when I make fun of people on this blog, it is just so they can have the joy of seeing their name on the internet. That is not the case with Down-C. He is one of the few people I know that has never read the blog, at least that's what I believe to be true. How a person that is such good friends with me can not even monitor what I write on here is beyond me. If this continues, I'm going to have to treat him like he is Evan Turner, and abuse him to no end on here. He is almost he complete opposite of...
12. Jake Enterlin, the former TBD. Not only does he (usually) read the blog, he even guest posts on it. He isn't the first guest poster, however. That honor would belong to...
13. Jack Eiel. You all know that he lost it because he "had nothing to write about" and because he is the laziest person the world has ever seen. I have just realized that my past guest poster, my current guest poster, and my future guest poster (at 15,000 views) were all a part of I Love Mammals. Who is this future guest poster I speak of? He goes by the name of...
14. Omar Randall. I don't need to say anything about him, you all know everything there is to know about O-Star Superstar. Another thing I just realized is that all of the guys I just mentioned were all at C-Lunch (except Fat Dub, but that's the beside the point.) A lot of things went down at C-Lunch, and I won't describe them to you. I'll leave that up to TBD on his next guest post. One thing I will say is that one of my favorite parts was when Jake would tell a young man that he was "looking good today" every day of the week. This chap's name is...
15. Mikey Henderson. "Yo Mikey! You're lookin' good today!" was the frequent call of our table, and I'm not really sure why. Anyway, I promised Mikey I would let him get in the next blog post, just so I could show all the people how much of a nice guy he was. So there you go. This shoutout is the epitome of awesome shoutouts, just because of the person that is in it. Nearly the opposite could be said about the shoutout to...
16. Nick "One-Ball" Maillett. I don't even want to relive how awkward that situation was. Hopefully it won't ever be remembered. Mr. Maillett is however looking into season tickets for the Philadelphia Union, the expansion soccer team coming to Philadelphia next March. As it happens, so is...
17. The Sobel Soup. And that's your 17 degrees of separation. I hope you know I was legitimately about to stop at 6, because I had no idea what I was going to write about.
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Without further ado, here is the video for this week. As I promised, it is the Stephen A. Smith heckling video. "Spencer Hawes is gonna be a bust!"
Always Serving,
Sobel Soup
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Monday, August 3, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Ladies... Meet the Sobel Soup
In my last post, I spoke about eating Big Macs, and my recent struggles in that department. These times have continued, and I remain very hungry. I do have to give AMPAP (As Much Props as Possible) to my boy Wheels Walters, who ate a huge Big Mac the other day on a young woman in the library. To make my job of macking on the ladies easier, I have tried several times unsuccessfully to show my blog to them. I know what you are thinking, and yes, I do realize how truly pathetic that is. But, I really have nothing else to go on, and when Jake Enterlin (formerly TBD) dares you, it is pretty much a requirement that you have to do it. So, to make their (and my) job a little easier, I have decided to tell everyone about myself. Think of this as my E-Harmony dating profile, or whatever they call them these days.
Television Show: The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. First of all, television used to be one of the main facets of my life. Back in my prime, about 8th grade or so, I would watch close to 4 hours of TV a night. Although my production has since decreased, television remains an important part of my life. The TV show that started it all for me had to be the Fresh Prince. My love for this fine standard of programming excellence all started with Geoffrey. He, like me, is quick with a witty line. He can also groove with the best of them. Along the lines of grooving, Carlton's Dance was a side-splitter. I have many a times attempted to equal the snapping arms and the fast-moving legs of Master Banks, but have yet to succeed. He could also hit a killer note when singing Jungle Fever. As you can see I can go on and on with the links to great moments of the show. One more thing, whenever Jazz got thrown out, it was always funny. I can't remember one time when it got old, sort of like this.
Honorable Mention: Dhani Tackles the Globe (I'm a sucker for the bow-tie)
My Choice of Attire: Sweater vests do not count, simply because I have already done an entire post on that. So besides that, it would have to be anything that Jay Wright has ever worn. He is, for those of you that do not know, the head coach of my Villanova Wildcats and undoubtedly the best dressed coach in all of college basketball. I would die to have a pick of clothes in Jay Wright's closet. He is my self-proclaimed style mentor, besides your friend and my favorite, of course.
My Ideal Day: First, I would have breakfast, presumably made by the lady who is attracted by this post. This breakfast would consist of the best foods. Of course I am talking about bacon, bacon, and more bacon. You don't have to consult me, you can pretty much ask Beans about it, and he will tell you all you need to know. Next would be a romantic picnic on the beach. I would supply the candles, which would be as un-necessary as that hyphen, and the lady friend would supply the food. After that, I would go on a long, moon-lit walk on the beach, picking up quaint shells and storing them in a small, blue bucket. Actually, I am completely lying. After the picnic I would watch both the first and second seasons of The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, all the way through. That pretty much sums up the perfect day in my eyes.
My Favorite Song: I Try- Macy Gray/ Get Silly- VIC (I refuse to recognize that Soulja Boy took part in this song). Macy's voice speaks for itself in I Try, and Get Silly just gets me so hyphy, I can't help but stand up and try to do the Carlton dance.
Celebrity Look-a-Like: Michael Phelps. I know that you are all thinking that Michael Phelps is about 6'5'', with a 7'0'' wingspan. The comparison pretty much starts and ends with the facial region. It especially looks out of place because I legitimately cannot swim, and he did alright over in Beijing.
Favorite Power Ranger: Tommy, hands down. No explanation is even necessary.
Favorite Stubble Beard: This really isn't even a competition. I just had to put this in here because I had to get this off my chest. Even though Kurt Warner has twice caused me pain the NFC Championship Games, I have to give him the props that he rightfully deserves. He has the greatest stubble beard mankind has ever seen. Clay Packel, of previous Soup Kitchen Fame, may actually stand a chance to rival him in the stubble beard department, but he has a ways to go.
Favorite Cooked Vegetable: Cooked Zucchini. The exquisite taste of cooked zucchini in the summer time is the best vacation my taste buds have ever been on. I actually considered growing a vegetable garden of my own, but then I realized it would take a lot of work. On top of that, if Howie Long ever came to my house, he would never let me hear the end of it for having my own 'Man Garden'. I quickly decided against it, and stuck with wishing that I had a permanent supply of zucchini.
So there you have it ladies, that is the Sobel Soup for you. Get back to me as you wish. And just so all of you know, this was done completely out of satire, except for the Fresh Prince part, that's true.
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Sweater Vest Spottings: 43 (41 Last Thursday)
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Always Serving,
Sobel Soup
Television Show: The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. First of all, television used to be one of the main facets of my life. Back in my prime, about 8th grade or so, I would watch close to 4 hours of TV a night. Although my production has since decreased, television remains an important part of my life. The TV show that started it all for me had to be the Fresh Prince. My love for this fine standard of programming excellence all started with Geoffrey. He, like me, is quick with a witty line. He can also groove with the best of them. Along the lines of grooving, Carlton's Dance was a side-splitter. I have many a times attempted to equal the snapping arms and the fast-moving legs of Master Banks, but have yet to succeed. He could also hit a killer note when singing Jungle Fever. As you can see I can go on and on with the links to great moments of the show. One more thing, whenever Jazz got thrown out, it was always funny. I can't remember one time when it got old, sort of like this.
Honorable Mention: Dhani Tackles the Globe (I'm a sucker for the bow-tie)
My Choice of Attire: Sweater vests do not count, simply because I have already done an entire post on that. So besides that, it would have to be anything that Jay Wright has ever worn. He is, for those of you that do not know, the head coach of my Villanova Wildcats and undoubtedly the best dressed coach in all of college basketball. I would die to have a pick of clothes in Jay Wright's closet. He is my self-proclaimed style mentor, besides your friend and my favorite, of course.
My Ideal Day: First, I would have breakfast, presumably made by the lady who is attracted by this post. This breakfast would consist of the best foods. Of course I am talking about bacon, bacon, and more bacon. You don't have to consult me, you can pretty much ask Beans about it, and he will tell you all you need to know. Next would be a romantic picnic on the beach. I would supply the candles, which would be as un-necessary as that hyphen, and the lady friend would supply the food. After that, I would go on a long, moon-lit walk on the beach, picking up quaint shells and storing them in a small, blue bucket. Actually, I am completely lying. After the picnic I would watch both the first and second seasons of The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, all the way through. That pretty much sums up the perfect day in my eyes.
My Favorite Song: I Try- Macy Gray/ Get Silly- VIC (I refuse to recognize that Soulja Boy took part in this song). Macy's voice speaks for itself in I Try, and Get Silly just gets me so hyphy, I can't help but stand up and try to do the Carlton dance.
Celebrity Look-a-Like: Michael Phelps. I know that you are all thinking that Michael Phelps is about 6'5'', with a 7'0'' wingspan. The comparison pretty much starts and ends with the facial region. It especially looks out of place because I legitimately cannot swim, and he did alright over in Beijing.
Favorite Power Ranger: Tommy, hands down. No explanation is even necessary.
Favorite Stubble Beard: This really isn't even a competition. I just had to put this in here because I had to get this off my chest. Even though Kurt Warner has twice caused me pain the NFC Championship Games, I have to give him the props that he rightfully deserves. He has the greatest stubble beard mankind has ever seen. Clay Packel, of previous Soup Kitchen Fame, may actually stand a chance to rival him in the stubble beard department, but he has a ways to go.
Favorite Cooked Vegetable: Cooked Zucchini. The exquisite taste of cooked zucchini in the summer time is the best vacation my taste buds have ever been on. I actually considered growing a vegetable garden of my own, but then I realized it would take a lot of work. On top of that, if Howie Long ever came to my house, he would never let me hear the end of it for having my own 'Man Garden'. I quickly decided against it, and stuck with wishing that I had a permanent supply of zucchini.
So there you have it ladies, that is the Sobel Soup for you. Get back to me as you wish. And just so all of you know, this was done completely out of satire, except for the Fresh Prince part, that's true.
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Sweater Vest Spottings: 43 (41 Last Thursday)
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Always Serving,
Sobel Soup
Friday, March 20, 2009
Bandleaders, Manleaders, and Sweater Vests- My Trip to the NCAA's
I hope you all appreciated Jack's first guest post. Despite a few heated comments, the majority of the readers loved the post. Don't worry, he will be back. Now as you all know from my last post, I went to the NCAA Tournament in Philadelphia yesterday. I will break down each game for you in this post. Except instead of actually talking about the games, I will tell you everything that you didn't see on the television Thursday.
BYU v. Texas A&M- The first game of the afternoon was certainly an entertaining one. Texas A&M won for a few reasons. First was that BYU did not come to play. Their multiple wives must have all had problems, or maybe their religious leader was escaping persecution by moving to Utah. I'm not really sure. Another reason for their loss may be because of my boy, Jimmer Fredette. I don't personally know any Mormons, but that is a Mormon name if I have ever heard one. It was destiny that he ended up playing at BYU. There is one more reason why BYU lost, and there is no way someone can tell me otherwise. I am of course talking about the game's X-Factor, the Texas A&M manleader. This is purely speculation, but I'm guessing the job of a manleader is just to lift up the cheerleaders so they can do super-cool stunts in the air. This was not the case for A&M. The manleaders were the main part of the show. If you can look in the picture, I'm fairly certain that he is the one standing in the middle. The first thing I learned about this guy was that he loved to point his finger, almost as much as The Wiggles do. I don't think he once stopped pointing his abnormally large fingers at the Texas A&M crowd. He also loved to do a flamboyant dance with his other manleaders. I felt it was a cross somewhere between this and this. It seemed like as soon as this game started, with all of the antics of my favorite manleader, it ended.
UConn v. Chattanooga- This game started out somewhat eventful, what with Chattanooga taking the lead in the early going. The crowd was sensing the first 16-1 upset in the history of the tournament and UConn promptly went on about a 30-0 run, ending all hopes that I had of actually seeing a good game. This led me to partake in a couple of my favorite past times: Sweater Vest Spottings and Big Screen Games. First the Big Screen Games. The Wachovia Center has a rather large scoreboard, underneath of which during the game they ran the telecast on CBS. The TV timeouts were when it got juicy. You see, the NCAA made up a nice little game called MEAN MARBLESC. Now, if you don't have the unscrambling skills of a champ like I do, you would probably have trouble understanding what the game is all about. For those of you that are unscrambling-ly challenged, it means NAME SCRAMBLE. For this game, they would scramble a name of a famous basketball player and put it on the board. The great players, such as myself, did not need that much time to unscramble the names. VIAREN NOHNOSJ, for example, could easily be deciphered as Earvin Johnson. The toughest one probably had to be HISTRICAN TALETNER, which translates to Christian Laettner. Other big screen game favorites included the Who Am I? Puzzle, which gave facts and slowly removed puzzle pieces to reveal who the person indeed was, and the NCAA Tournament Trivia. I was a baller at all of these games except for the "Which NCAA Logo is the Ball Under" Game, which was not completely fair because I was looking for sweater vests at the start of it. This brings me to sweater vest spottings. Apparently I have a big fan of the blog in one Jerome Dyson, who clearly knew that it was Sweater Vest Thursday and came out to support the cause. I guess a lot of other people read the Soup Kitchen as well because, believe it or not, I spotted 41 sweater vests yesterday, including your friend and my favorite and Jerome Dyson, of course. Besides spotting sweater vests and completely out-performing my counterparts in scoreboard games, I thoroughly enjoyed watching Stanley Robinson and his ponytail perform an impressive array of dunks that would have the Texas A&M manleader jump for joy, and probably point a little more.
The time in between sessions left some time for me to sit back and read a Sports Illustrated. I guess you can say that this kept me thoroughly entertained because of the 3-D glasses included with it. Jeff sneakily snapped some pictures of me using the glasses, maybe because he thought it was amusing. I have to say the best picture to look at with the 3-D glasses was the McDonald's one, which pretty much shoved the Big Mac right in my face. This got me thinking of how big a failure I have been at eating Big Macs lately. For those of you unfamiliar with the term "Eating a Big Mac," it is really quite simple. If you are hungry for some healthy conversation with a lady, you go over and talk to a young woman of your choice. It is just like macking on a lady, except it gives the man's associates a chance to give the guy an "Eating the Big Mac" symbol. This is when they place an imaginary Big Mac right up to their mouth and wiggle their fingers, showing that their friend is indeed eating the Big Mac. Eating and digesting the Big Mac is the best option, for it leaves you full and completely satisfied. That is what we at Strath Haven like to call the "Jenna Frost." She is probably the easiest to eat a Big Mac on and serves it to mostly anybody. Now I'm not inferring that this is a bad thing or that she is easy. I'm simply stating that she enjoys a good conversation. She is like the drive-thru. The worst option is what we call "Getting Your Big Mac Spit On" or the "Kerri Ann Raimo." This is also known as getting completely shut down. Kerri Ann is bitter, and unless you bring your A game, she will let you have it. Anyway, I have been largely unsuccessful in my attempts to eat Big Macs lately and will be attempting a rebound soon. It has left me very hungry. As you can see, you can take this metaphor and go too far (Just so you all know, I have never listened to this song before. I just picked it because it is called Go Too Far, and I was looking to link for about the 8,000th time this paragraph)
Villanova v. American- I really have nothing to offer about this game because I was so nervous that Villanova would have actually lost this game. I just have to say my boy, the D.A., Dwayne Anderson (sorry Dwayne, but I had to go there), came up huge. American received an out-of-this-world performance from Garrison Carr, who I grew to hate as the game went on.
UCLA v. VCU- The battle of letters may have been the best game Jeffrey J. and I saw all night. First of all, the game was great (VCU came up short on a buzzer-beater attempt). The real story, however, even more so than the Aggie manleader, was the VCU bandleader. Apparently he goes by the name Ryan Kopacsi, and he is the most BA person I have ever met. He got down and funky all game long and had better stamina with his clap than the Texas A&M manleader did with the finger pointing. His style was what set him apart. He came in wearing a black and yellow cape. He promptly took that off revealing a nice, white button-down shirt. He soon removed that, only wearing a wife beater. He led the VCU pep band well, which if it is not TBDBITL, it is certainly The Grooviest/Funkiest Band in the Land. Yeah, I realize TGFBITL is not as catchy as TBDBITL, but it certainly is close.
Jeffrey J. and I got home at 1:00 in the morning, so that meant it was 13 hours of basketball. Well maybe it was closer to 2 and half hours, with the other 10 and half hours spent noticing obscure things for the blog's sake.
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Sweater Vest Spottings: 43 (41 Last Thursday)
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Always Serving,
Sobel Soup
BYU v. Texas A&M- The first game of the afternoon was certainly an entertaining one. Texas A&M won for a few reasons. First was that BYU did not come to play. Their multiple wives must have all had problems, or maybe their religious leader was escaping persecution by moving to Utah. I'm not really sure. Another reason for their loss may be because of my boy, Jimmer Fredette. I don't personally know any Mormons, but that is a Mormon name if I have ever heard one. It was destiny that he ended up playing at BYU. There is one more reason why BYU lost, and there is no way someone can tell me otherwise. I am of course talking about the game's X-Factor, the Texas A&M manleader. This is purely speculation, but I'm guessing the job of a manleader is just to lift up the cheerleaders so they can do super-cool stunts in the air. This was not the case for A&M. The manleaders were the main part of the show. If you can look in the picture, I'm fairly certain that he is the one standing in the middle. The first thing I learned about this guy was that he loved to point his finger, almost as much as The Wiggles do. I don't think he once stopped pointing his abnormally large fingers at the Texas A&M crowd. He also loved to do a flamboyant dance with his other manleaders. I felt it was a cross somewhere between this and this. It seemed like as soon as this game started, with all of the antics of my favorite manleader, it ended.
UConn v. Chattanooga- This game started out somewhat eventful, what with Chattanooga taking the lead in the early going. The crowd was sensing the first 16-1 upset in the history of the tournament and UConn promptly went on about a 30-0 run, ending all hopes that I had of actually seeing a good game. This led me to partake in a couple of my favorite past times: Sweater Vest Spottings and Big Screen Games. First the Big Screen Games. The Wachovia Center has a rather large scoreboard, underneath of which during the game they ran the telecast on CBS. The TV timeouts were when it got juicy. You see, the NCAA made up a nice little game called MEAN MARBLESC. Now, if you don't have the unscrambling skills of a champ like I do, you would probably have trouble understanding what the game is all about. For those of you that are unscrambling-ly challenged, it means NAME SCRAMBLE. For this game, they would scramble a name of a famous basketball player and put it on the board. The great players, such as myself, did not need that much time to unscramble the names. VIAREN NOHNOSJ, for example, could easily be deciphered as Earvin Johnson. The toughest one probably had to be HISTRICAN TALETNER, which translates to Christian Laettner. Other big screen game favorites included the Who Am I? Puzzle, which gave facts and slowly removed puzzle pieces to reveal who the person indeed was, and the NCAA Tournament Trivia. I was a baller at all of these games except for the "Which NCAA Logo is the Ball Under" Game, which was not completely fair because I was looking for sweater vests at the start of it. This brings me to sweater vest spottings. Apparently I have a big fan of the blog in one Jerome Dyson, who clearly knew that it was Sweater Vest Thursday and came out to support the cause. I guess a lot of other people read the Soup Kitchen as well because, believe it or not, I spotted 41 sweater vests yesterday, including your friend and my favorite and Jerome Dyson, of course. Besides spotting sweater vests and completely out-performing my counterparts in scoreboard games, I thoroughly enjoyed watching Stanley Robinson and his ponytail perform an impressive array of dunks that would have the Texas A&M manleader jump for joy, and probably point a little more.
The time in between sessions left some time for me to sit back and read a Sports Illustrated. I guess you can say that this kept me thoroughly entertained because of the 3-D glasses included with it. Jeff sneakily snapped some pictures of me using the glasses, maybe because he thought it was amusing. I have to say the best picture to look at with the 3-D glasses was the McDonald's one, which pretty much shoved the Big Mac right in my face. This got me thinking of how big a failure I have been at eating Big Macs lately. For those of you unfamiliar with the term "Eating a Big Mac," it is really quite simple. If you are hungry for some healthy conversation with a lady, you go over and talk to a young woman of your choice. It is just like macking on a lady, except it gives the man's associates a chance to give the guy an "Eating the Big Mac" symbol. This is when they place an imaginary Big Mac right up to their mouth and wiggle their fingers, showing that their friend is indeed eating the Big Mac. Eating and digesting the Big Mac is the best option, for it leaves you full and completely satisfied. That is what we at Strath Haven like to call the "Jenna Frost." She is probably the easiest to eat a Big Mac on and serves it to mostly anybody. Now I'm not inferring that this is a bad thing or that she is easy. I'm simply stating that she enjoys a good conversation. She is like the drive-thru. The worst option is what we call "Getting Your Big Mac Spit On" or the "Kerri Ann Raimo." This is also known as getting completely shut down. Kerri Ann is bitter, and unless you bring your A game, she will let you have it. Anyway, I have been largely unsuccessful in my attempts to eat Big Macs lately and will be attempting a rebound soon. It has left me very hungry. As you can see, you can take this metaphor and go too far (Just so you all know, I have never listened to this song before. I just picked it because it is called Go Too Far, and I was looking to link for about the 8,000th time this paragraph)
Villanova v. American- I really have nothing to offer about this game because I was so nervous that Villanova would have actually lost this game. I just have to say my boy, the D.A., Dwayne Anderson (sorry Dwayne, but I had to go there), came up huge. American received an out-of-this-world performance from Garrison Carr, who I grew to hate as the game went on.
UCLA v. VCU- The battle of letters may have been the best game Jeffrey J. and I saw all night. First of all, the game was great (VCU came up short on a buzzer-beater attempt). The real story, however, even more so than the Aggie manleader, was the VCU bandleader. Apparently he goes by the name Ryan Kopacsi, and he is the most BA person I have ever met. He got down and funky all game long and had better stamina with his clap than the Texas A&M manleader did with the finger pointing. His style was what set him apart. He came in wearing a black and yellow cape. He promptly took that off revealing a nice, white button-down shirt. He soon removed that, only wearing a wife beater. He led the VCU pep band well, which if it is not TBDBITL, it is certainly The Grooviest/Funkiest Band in the Land. Yeah, I realize TGFBITL is not as catchy as TBDBITL, but it certainly is close.
Jeffrey J. and I got home at 1:00 in the morning, so that meant it was 13 hours of basketball. Well maybe it was closer to 2 and half hours, with the other 10 and half hours spent noticing obscure things for the blog's sake.
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Sweater Vest Spottings: 43 (41 Last Thursday)
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Always Serving,
Sobel Soup
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