Sniffling, Sneezing, Drinking, Dunking, Stuffy-Head Fever

With the big flu pandemic, everyone is protecting themselves from getting sick.  Flu shots, hand sanitizing stations, even riding public transit with surgical masks (I swear I saw this last week).  Of course I continue on with my regular life because I seem to NEVER get sick.  When I do feel under the weather I can usually trace it to not getting enough rest or being seated next to a cougher on a cross-country flight.  Well after a half week of about 5 hrs/night, a cross country trip, board meeting on Saturday morning followed by a tailgate party and Stanford Football game, I woke up with a sore throat on Sunday.  :-(

For some reason watching NFL football isn't the same without the ability to swallow effortlessly.  Strangely enough, my home remedy of having a beer or two.... or five :-/  ... didn't seem to deaden the pain, but I did finally get some sleep.

Sitting at home sick gives you a lot of time to think.  As I sat there motionless for a couple of days I thought, "do you really think you can dunk a basketball again?"  I just sat and watched the guys who I entered the NFL with be sent to the bench for younger, faster, more energetic players and I'm having trouble walking to the refrigerator without something in my body hurting.  Hmmmm....

So I figured let's start with baby steps.  I need about a 36 inch leap to dunk a basketball, and the last time I dunked a basketball I weighed 195 lbs.  I weighed 220 last week (I could never dunk with a 25 lbs weight strapped to my back) so I think I need to drop a few.  Projecting 195 lbs into the air is a lot easier.  So I'm taking a page out of my worthless fantasy football running back Lendale White's book and laying off of the sauce.

 

 

Lendale lost 30 lbs by giving up tequila!!!

 

 

 

So I've decided to cut down on the drinking while I continue my training.  I need to get under 200 lbs by 2010 if I'm ever gonna get above the rim.  I could keep getting sick (Wii Fit says I've dropped down from 220 since the sore throat) but that's a cop out.

Since I've been deliquent in updating the blog, I'm adding two mixes (one from my last trip on the wagon and one about being sick).  Enjoy!

Enferma Mix

Sobriety Mix

Weekend at Gussie's

 

Sorry to keep everyone waiting (humor me if nobody was actually waiting).  I've been tied up with a number of things, one of which (travel) keeps me off of the ones and twos.  Not only is it hard to keep up the theme of the blog without a mix handy, I just haven't had many interesting things happen over the past couple of weeks.  I try to keep you amused with all of the funny things that happen in my life and with the progress of my quest to once again dunk a basketball.  Truth is, I haven't made strides toward dunking (let alone jumping) and I really have had a lull in excitement.

But since I have everyone's attention I'd like to point your attention to a little spot in San Francisco called Gussie's.  Big ups to Urbandaddy.com for putting me up on this spot.  This past Saturday I took a field trip down to Fillmore to hit up the Safeway for a fresh can of Sportin' Waves (Go ahead and click the link if you don't know what it is... I had to go to the black neighborhood to get some hair products).  I figured I'd try Gussie's since it was right around the corner and it had been a long time since I had chicken and waffles.

I got my table for one and ordered my staple fried okra to start... I gave it an 7/10 (nothing beats Church's chicken fried okra).  As I munched away my eyes saw the most beautiful menu item I've ever seen.... SWEET POTATO WAFFLES!!!  I have no idea how they are made but they were amazingly deliciously scrum-diddly-umptious.... I gotta keep it real now... cause from a 1-10 they were a certified 20 (all my Usher fans know where I got that from).  Topped off with two wings and I was in heaven.

As I began to fall into a syrup-induced food coma (or the itis as we like to call it) the check came.  I regained consciousness and reach for my wallet to pay, but my pocket was empty.  I didn't have anything in my pocket but my motorcycle keys, and my IPhone.  I'm not sure if I was glad that I wasn't out on a date or not.  Then I could at least have been like.... "I'll get the next one!"  So after I have called everyone that could possibly bring me my wallet and the server was starting to get impatient with me just sitting there, I had to try and smile and flirt my way out of this one.

"Um... you're not going to believe this, but I left my wallet at home, do you think I can run home and get it?"  <smile><lip bite><wince><smile>

"Child please, you better get back there and bust some suds!" THAT WAS WHAT I WAS SCARED SHE MIGHT SAY, but she actually let me go home and leave my IPhone as collateral.

So of course I hopped on my bike, drove back home, grabbed my wallet, paid, left a fat tip, and went to get my Sportin' Waves. 

Just another day in my life.  So here's the mix for my Weekend @ Gussies.

An update on the knee will follow soon.