I mean, you guys had to see that coming, right? When I said that I would continue to post a ton in the off season, you had to know that meant I wouldn’t post anything for a few weeks. That’s just how this site works; I write something which makes me laugh, and usually that means saying something that isn’t even remotely true. But as annoying as it must be to have to sift through all this garbage, I think it is a fair trade off between you and I. (You get some insight into the fun and interesting inner-workings of professional beach volleyball and all you have to do is deal with one seriously immature 7-footer) We all have to make sacrifices, and that seems like a pretty small one for you considering some of the concessions I’ve had to make. (Do you have any idea how much I want to curse on this f#cking site? But I can’t because there are some d#mb@ss kids that read this page and I don’t want to be guy who swears to the youth of our nation)
This is always a great time of year for beach volleyball fans, as the season is over and fantasy football has us all thinking that we should be General Managers. (And we use that confidence to imagine who would be the best beach volleyball pairing for the following year) As for us players, there is plenty of flirting and suggestive social media interactions between blockers and defenders who are trying to lock in their partner for the upcoming season. (Did he “Like” my Facebook post because he thought it was funny, or is he just trying to get into my points?) I doubt there will be as many switches this off-season for the men or the women as there were last year, but it is still too early to tell. I will try my best to keep you apprised of any new developments with possible 2014 squads.
What else is new since my last post? Hmmm…
-I moved back to the Huntington Beach area. (Technically Fountain Valley, whose motto is “A nice place to live”) As much as I liked Ventura and Santa Barbara, I just enjoy the vibe in HB a little bit more. There is plenty of great volleyball and a fantastic training facility that I can use in Anaheim, but more importantly than that for a single, non-culinary gentleman like myself, there is every possible fast-food option within about two blocks from my place. (I ate at Freebirds in Ventura at least six days a week for the past year. I need a serious break from burrito-bowls) If I had to pick one thing that I would miss most about my time north of L.A., it would be the house where I lived. My “landlords” were two of the coolest and most impressive people I’ve ever met, and they invited me into their home and made me feel welcome from the first day I was there. And, as an added bonus, they became fans of beach volleyball through my time staying with them. (You’re welcome, AVP)
-I have once again joined Jake Gibb’s Movember team. Spiker, being a bad-ass cancer survivor himself, has put together a team of mustache-lovers to try and raise money for cancer research. Last year, the team raised over $4,000. I would love to try and top that this year, but I unfortunately am too broke to donate money myself. (I even had to have Sean Heyes be my “mustache sponsor” and agree to donate money on my behalf so I don’t feel like a bum. Oh, and Sean, I was planning on donating about $1,000, so just write that check whenever. Thanks, bud) I want people to donate as much as possible this year, so I am going to resort to bribery. Whoever donates the most to team “Spikers” through my Movember account (http://us.movember.com/mospace/3771157) will win an official USA FIVB jersey (and I’ll get Jake and Casey and Rosie to sign it if you want) as well as a flex-fit ProYo hat. And, for those of you who don’t have deep pockets, I’ll create an incentive to donate whatever you can. If I have at least five seperate people donate on my page, I will pick one at random to send a little something. Please, give whatever you can to help put an end to Movember, as I look terrible with a mustache. (Oh, and saving people’s lives by helping cure cancer would be kinda cool, too)
-My favorite frozen yogurters have been getting some great press lately. I have been surprised, however, at how much of the story is about ProYo being a masculine food based on the fact that the packaging is black. The Wall Street Journal, (http://online.wsj.com/news/articles/SB10001424052702303680404579139422972891330) The Today Show, (http://www.today.com/money/man-fluence-how-supermarket-changing-8C11439874) and GQ Magazine (http://www.gq.com/entertainment/humor/201311/the-month-in-bro-october-2013?mbid=social_twitter_gqmagazine#slide=4) have all stated how ProYo is “yogurt for guys”, even though it is a healthy product that would benefit women just as much as men. But I guess they have a point with their claim that the black label makes it less appealing or accessible for the ladies. (Think about the flip-side; there is no way a guy would go out and buy something if it was pink)
-I bought a new laptop, which is actually someone else’s old laptop. I know next-to-nothing about computers, but figured I needed to upgrade when my old Compy 386 started to freeze up every 20 minutes or so. (And the screen had a weird magenta tint to it) I hate shopping for things that I don’t know anything about, (tech stuff, cars, men’s fashion) so I came up with a game plan to try and keep from getting screwed. I went to a small local computer store and starting talking with the guy working there about what I use my laptop for. (Watching TV shows on Hulu and updating a terrible blog) He starts going off about this $600+tax laptop that has the processors and gigabytes and ethernets and God-knows-what-else that I am going to need, and if I spend any less I would be wasting my money on a piece of junk. I casually mention that I’m on a budget, and don’t need anything nice enough to play Battlefield 4 on. At the mention of this incredibly popular new video game, he is obviously intrigued, so I continue with, “But I hear it’s a pretty sweet game, huh?” He spent the next five minutes regaling me with his tales of victory in the ten-hour gaming session he had the night it came out. After our conquering hero was done bragging, I say I am going to get some In-N-Out to think over the purchase, and ask him if he would like anything. He looks so excited I think he may pass out, so I go grab a couple of double-doubles and shakes and head back to the store. Miraculously, he remembered that he just got in a used laptop with a bigger screen that he could refurbish to the same specs as the $600 one, but it would only cost me $400. (And I wouldn’t have to pay any tax) So my new buddy saved me $250 and all I had to do was buy lunch and pretend to know what an “SVD” was.
-I have been reading a lot during my off-season down time. Sometimes I stick with intellectual stuff in an attempt to learn something, while other times I read whatever pops up on my news feed. (My attention tends to wander pretty quickly, so I end up bouncing around between the two quite a bit) There are two things that I would love for people to start doing: 1) Factor in the author and their background before you react to (or share) something they have written. If somebody starts their blog post with a line like, “We live in a very strange world, a world where love is cursed by polygamy, sex has lost its value, and women have changed drastically. From once having morals and respect for themselves, girls are running around now with not a bit of dignity.”, maybe you should think about who wrote it and why before you repost it ad nauseum with all sorts of angry comments. (The person who wrote it kept their name off it, probably so that they don’t have to personally admit that there was nothing factual in their article and that it was written as an attempt to get attention by being shocking and insulting) And no, I’m not going to post a link to the article, as I’ve seen it too much already and don’t want to continue the cycle. 2) Attribute quotes to the right person. Many people seem to love the line “Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die tomorrow.”, which is credited to James Dean. Sorry, but that is a little too close to Gandhi’s “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” If that’s all you have to do to have a famous quote attributed to you, I’m rewording one from Descartes. (Avatar says, “I think, therefore I is.”)
I’m sure you were hoping for more in this entry since I haven’t put up a new one in so long, but this is all you get. You can feel free to spend your time reading one of the other professional beach volleyball player’s blogs. (Good luck, none of the other volleyballers still update their sites. Hell, I doubt if most of the beach players can even read) So it looks like you are stuck with me, tough break.