Stealer McGee

OK, so I obviously stole this from Mr. McLee's gchat status, but it was so worth it.  If you haven't seen it, you really need to check it out:

The Price Is EXACTLY Right

And I ask you, how flippin' awesome is that?!?!  Well played, Sir Ian, well played.

"And was there anything of value in the car?"

"Oh, uh, yeah.  Uh, a tape deck, some Creedence tapes, and there was a--a, uh, my briefcase."

"In the briefcase??"

"Uhh-uh, papers... Just papers.  Uh, you know... My papers.  Business papers."

"And what do you do sir?"

"I'm unemployed...  My rug was also stolen."

Cause it's just another day in the life of the...page. page page p-page

So, hopefully everyone tuned into the Today Show on Thursday, December 11th at 9:15 AM to see the awesome segment about the Page Program. But since most of you probably didn't, here's the link for it:

The Page Program on The Today Show

So anyway, it was quite the segment. I am a little bummed though that I didn't end up getting in it at all.  Jenna Wolfe, the Today Show correspondent who did the piece, had called me and asked about my assignment and was going to come up and film me, but then didn't end up doing so for some reason.  Then the day they filmed I was busy up on assignment so I couldn't ninja myself into any shots around the lunch table or anything.  DAMMIT!!!  haha... Oh well, there's always next time.

Anyway, a couple thoughts about the segment:

1. I love how it makes the Pages look like a bunch of midgets with the gargantuan Jeff towering over all of us. (Again, this is just another reason I should have been included in the piece!!! I could have brought some much needed size to the land of the little people.)

2. Have you ever seen a group of people look more disgusted to have to go on a tour with a Today Show Correspondent and cameras (giving them a chance to be on television) and then to be so rudely interrupted by a national news anchor (AKA BRIAN FRICKIN WILLIAMS)??!?!?!?!  I've seen people look more interested after smelling baby farts.

....yes, I did say baby farts.

3.  In classic Jeff (and even Nick form), both were in the piece multiple times, and then both fail to even watch it when it aired live...  Jeff was like, "Oh, yea...  I guess I was in that."  Not that it's a big deal or anything... It's just national television.  What a dumbsy.

Anyway, check it out and let me know what you think.  Cool?  Lame?  Baby farts?

Good talk, chop you out there.

Clubber Lang--I mean, Mr. T's Finest Hour. Almost.

After seeing Michael Phelps the other day on the Today show promoting his new book, I couldn't help but associate him with Rocky.

And no, I'm not referring to the Rocky we all know and love who had the Eye of the Tiger and went the distance against Apollo in Rocky.  Nor am I referencing the driven, buffer Rocky who defeated Apollo in the epic Rocky II.  Seeing as how there were no huge Russian doods named Drago on the Today show that morning, Rocky IV is clearly out.  And sin

ce Michael Phelps does not suck and isn't a senior citizen making a boxing comeback, I can't be talking about Rocky V or Rocky Balboa.

So, sports fans, that leaves us with the cocky, complacent Rocky from Rocky III.  Yes, that would be the Rocky who got his sh!t rocked against the hungry up-and-coming Clubber Lang.  The Rocky who lost his mojo and had to go for a run on the beach and a frolic in the water with Apollo.  Aren't the similarities striking???  Both Rocky and Phelps rise to the absolute top of their sport.  Both Rocky and Phelps then l

ose their focus and begin to indulge in material wonders.

Rocky poses for photo shoots while he's supposed to be training and lives the lavish famous celebrity lifestyle, Phelps tries to be an actor and goes on Saturday Night Live and parties with Playmates.  Rocky's wise and slightly cooky trainer/manager Micky dies tragically sending Rocky into a depression.  Phelps' coach Bob Bowman remains in perfect health and his mom stays as rabid as ever...  Rocky holds on to his title by fighting chumps and crazy wrestlers like Thunderlips.  Phelps...could still beat anybody in the world with his eyes closed.

......

Ok, ok, I admit that the similarities really aren't that striking...  It's pretty much a huge stretch.  Let's be serious, anyone who doesn't think that Phelps could get back into intense training tomorrow and be ready in a couple months to give the collective world a giant Olympic smackdown needs a serious reality check.

But with that being said, doesn't it seem like Phelps is getting a little distracted and caught up in the wrong things (except for the Playmates, of course)?  I mean, it seems like all I ever see in Page Six of the New York Post are blurbs about him throwing down tens of thousands of dollars on craps games in Vegas, or spots about him partying all night, or writing books...

Then again, I guess if anyone deserves to take some time and do whatever the hell he wants it's Michael Phelps.  He's earned it (literally and figuratively-I think he's due to make something like 10 or 20 mil

lion a year for awhile).  The guy missed like 2 practices in 5 or 6 years (see Rick Reilly SI article--if I wasn't so lazy I would find it and link it and tax the pross, but alas, I am, so you're just gonna have to trust me here).  Kid worked out doubles 7 days a week, 365 days a year, forEVER.  On Christmas.  On his birthday.  On New Years.  On Arbor Day.

And you know what?  While I point out all this about Phelps losing his focus and partying and whatnot, I will say this:  If Michael Phelps is content with what he has achieved (IMHO more than any other swimmer in the history of the sport), than more power to him.  He should do whatever he wants and enjoy every second of it.  As I said before, he's earned it.  I'm certainly not saying he should or shouldn't be partying; I'm simply making an observation (BTW, can anyone tell me if that is a correct usage of a semicolon???  How dumb am I that I really have no clue when you use a semicolon?  Geeez...  I think you use it when both phrases are complete sentences, but one is kind of a continuation of the other???  It's kind of interchangeable with a hyphon?? Bueller?)

Now, with all this said, I will say that something tells me Phelpsy boy is not content with what he's done and he will continue to dominate at least one more Olympics (although he will definitely NOT pursue 8 golds again--Pretty sure he's already stated that) and multiple World Championships.

And I think we can all agree on something.  He definitely needs to set up an exhibition fight with Thunderlips.  Giddy-up!

A must watch.

If you haven't seen this, you need to watch it now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pXfHLUlZf4

I know this isn't much of a blog post, but something better to come later...I just need to think of what it will be.

Sh'mon.

"Big gulps eh?......Welp, see ya later!"

Welp, it's late Monday nite (for me...I know that 9:54 isn't late for most people), but I figured I'd get in a quick post-that's what she said!  Wow, I guess you can't say that to yourself, but it just happened and it was blauchome and made me smile for a sec thurr.

Along the theme of smiling, I just received 4 videos from Mr. Deeg via gmail that absolutely made my day.  They were from a JV girl's soccer game that Adam, Dig-Dug, Foof, and I attended.  Adam and I deemed it necessary to paint our faces and bodies with reallllly weak face paint and yell non-sensical cheers and be the goombas that we are/were.  Great times.  Big ups to Digger for shooting the video that most would consider worthless, but that is pure gold to Adam and me.

Other than that, today was a good day...Just another day in the life...  Worked it up, came home, went and lifted a little legs, back, biceps, made a delicious turkey/cheese omelette and chilled with the roommates for once.  Wooooo!

I also think I thoroughly confused the shuttle driver Mike when I grabbed it on the way home from work at 86th at 5:40, then got back on it in my gym clothes at 6:10 to go back to 86th, and then caught it sweaty and exhausted at 7:40 back to the good 'ole Aspen.  "I'm talking about a little place called Assssssssspen."  When I got on for the last time he looked at me and his face said, "What the hell is going on?!?!?  Where is Africa?!?!?"  So yea, cheers to confusing the cool shuttle dood, and cheers to a fairly productive Monday.  Dinner with the start group tomorrow!  Cheers.