And Now I Relay This Information to You

Wow. Lot's of negative feedback about another late blog. And by that I mean three people. New record. Let's say this time that I thought the day "Wednesday" had a much more philosophically intriguing name than "Tuesday" does. Wednesday, pronounced whens-day. A day that includes when in its name. Existential. When is it happening? Whensday. Also, since when are there silent d's in the English language? Since Wednesday. Duh. Where have you been? Tuesday? Get real. Get real.

Now that that matter is officially sealed up, Syracuse lacrosse officially dominated last weekend. They got to open the new Giants/Jets football stadium with none other than a lacrosse extravaganza. A multi-multi-million dollar facility, opened by a college sport that nobody, not even twice repeating national champion home of the tribes that actually invented the sport Syracuse University, can make money on. Less profitable than college women's basketball, baseball, and hockey. But we opened that mother up with a bang. Playing the #4 Princeton Tigers and we made them look like they were back in the old days playing naked with a pig skull for a ball. Just made them look foolish. 13-4. It was the first day of my life where I was a little hesitant to name-drop my father's alma mater. (But I'm not hesitant today, it's Princeton!) The point of this is that lacrosse is awesome, but only if you go to Syracuse. I'm looking at you, Cornell students. How about teaching your so called lacrosse team how to make a clear with a long-sticker slash checking while they run out of the attack box? Don't worry, it's a lacrosse thing.

The other highlight of my weekend was a little event called Relay for Life. Quick refresher: it's an event where a bunch of teams fundraise for cancer research and then walk around a track all night lit by luminaria in honor and memory of those afflicted with cancer (they raised over $153,000). I got to go with PSP, possibly the most interesting and awesome collection of individuals on the face of the earth. I compiled a list of the different laps (~1/4 mile) we tried throughout the night.

• Your heels can't touch the ground lap
• Do the same stupid dance move for the entire lap lap
• Leapfrog lap (only lasted about 1/8 of a lap)
• Carry a girl on your back lap (not to brag, I did 4 of these)
• Frislap (or lapbee, we're not picky) we did about 10 of these

And dozens of normal laps. It was a lot of walking. But it was amazing. And I got to know some people I didn't know so well a lot better because they were the only ones awake at 4 in the morning.

And fun story, I didn't sleep at all. I planned on a 3 hour nap at 6 AM, but decided that breakfast with PSP-ers was more important instead. Totally worth it. So when I had to got to church at 9 AM to play bells, I had a solid 45 minutes of sleep under my belt. Then came an hour of practice, an hour of chatting, and an hour for the service. 12 PM, I finally trudge home to clean up and collapse because my arms and legs were threatening to secede from my body. Get to sleep around 12:45, just enough time to sleep 3 hours before my next event. PSP chapter, lasted 5 hours. So I do what any red-blooded American would do when faced with an empty stomach and closed dining halls. I bought 2 chicken quesadillas. Ate 'em up, got in bed at 10 PM and slept for 12 hours. What a day. Probably the first time in my life where an outside observer would've mistaken me for a narcoleptic.

Finally, a bit of current events. The Denver Broncos, my beloved but embattled (good word) football team, traded a top 3 wide receiver for 2 second round draft picks. Seriously, I'm not even biased, Brandon Marshall was one of the best. He tried harder than any other wide receiver I have ever seen. He was beastly, could outplay anyone to catch a pass. He caught a record 21 in one game. So what if he was a disruption to the team. So what if he lacerated every muscle, tendon, ligament, artery, vein, and whatever else you can lacerate in your arm after he was goofing off with his brother and got pushed through an entertainment unit. So what if he punted footballs in frustration at practice. So what if he got in trouble for substance abuse. Wait. I'm realizing something. Maybe he was a detriment to the team. Well, here's a link for you. The gist is that ESPN seems to think that now the Broncos are chomping at the bit (equestrian humor haha) to draft Dez Bryant out of Oklahoma State. Interesting. The thing about Dez Bryant is...he's the same fricking guy! He got suspended for basically an entire college football season because he lied about stuff to people. He's been continuously reprimanded and demonized and is one of the biggest controversies of the draft. So why wouldn't the Broncos want a wide receiver of his moral fiber? People are stupid.

I apologize for my lackluster blog, college basketball is over so get used to it. I'll hopefully get next week's out on time. If I don't...I will...I don't know. I'll put out my blog on Whensday. Promise.