It’s obviously not fair that I write that the blog is back and then take off multiple days from making a post but that’s just the breaks. The last 5 days though have been more than entertaining and I’m really enjoying life. If you stay up to date with Sam’s blog you’d know that Jeff and I went to Ursinus to party like rockstars, much older rockstars. At 28 it really did seem like I could be some of these kids parents. It wasn’t that bad though and even at my age I can still fit in. I wouldn’t have arrived sober if I could have avoided it but we still had a good time and now I can say I’ve experienced Ursinus. Just one thing I noticed that I’m certain other people have as well is the “Sam Drunk Yell.” Basically every word Sam says comes in the form of a deep voiced yell. At first I thought he just did it sporadically but then I noticed he does it constantly. It just starts to become the norm but I couldn’t tell if anyone else noticed and don’t take this as a call out or anything. I also should document the race that Sam beat me in was 200 meters and lets not forget the 16oz pounder I drank in the morning before this race went off. Rematch anytime.

After Ursinus we went to the Awol and Imagine Dragons concert in the Piazza that was the most fun I’ve had in a while. This free concert was so much better than Made in America it’s hard to justify paying 100 bucks for events like that. Crowd surfing is now my most entertaining event that I always would want to witness. People just think everything is going to be fine with the people below but this is not the reality and the aftermath of people hitting the ground is hilariously amusing. Plus I think Gourlay caught my one move of copping a feel on some average girl’s left buttocks. Gourlay gets major respect from me too as he’s self-declared the 5th Stortz. Having the 4 Stortz members at the same concert was pretty amazing as well. A final note to the concert was a kid who puked in the middle of the crowd and was repeatedly called an asshole. Very Philly like. Or the guy who had a laser pointer on him on the 4th floor of an apt building and showed his dong. I even got to use a great line when a girl elbowed me in the head and I said “it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault” which should be recognized by all Awol fans. A seriously awesome time.

Sunday was football and my fantasy teams went an average 2-2 which I wasn’t ecstatic about. The APete BS really killed my one team but him being back and watching him jump to the #2 back by Rotoworld this week will put me in a good spot for the rest of the season. I’m still extremely optimistic with my teams and expect big things. I hung out with CK4 at Millers to watch the Eagles which was a really good time and good place to watch the games. City watching from now on though.

I will continue this post with the post above this one which makes no sense whatsoever but there’s no other way and I don’t want to make this 1,000 words.

I know what you’re all thinking and, no, the title of this post isn’t in reference to the New Order song. I have made a serious mistake. One that cost me dearly. I just spent about 3 months going through one of the most troublesome times of my life but today I finally came out the other side. I must say that this time period has left some scars and personal irritation but it’s all for the better because I have gotten stronger as a person. 3 months ago to this day, I bought a double pack of Degree antiperspirant deodorant. I’m usually a gel stick guy but for some reason this type was on sale and I went for it and I’ve regretted the decision ever since. I just never feel like that white, non stick substance does the job. It just glides over your arm pit without a trace. When I have the moist gel leaving it’s mark under my pit, I know it’s working. I’m protected. So I’m happy that this false, antiperspirant phase of my life is over and I’m back to where I belong with my Old Spice Endurance stick.

Instead of the Arnold Schwarzenegger version, I’m using this title as I’ll be posting more often. A few things are changing in my life that will allow me to do so. #1 is that I’m on the move once again. I spent 3 months living with my parents and it was exactly as I thought it would be. I spent some quality time with Nance and JC, hung out with Sam probably more than we’d ever hung out in past years, and had a different life style than I was accustomed to for the past 5 years of being away from home. But as Billy Joel says, “Well you’re 21 and still your mother makes your bed, And that’s too long.”

Jeff and I decided to rent a place together in the city, much, much closer to work and instead of an hour commute to work, it’s about a 5 minute walk. This should free up much more time in my life as I once again move into another phase. I also got quite disappointed in myself with my blog traffic. In this sites heyday, June 20th, 2011, I had 146 visits from direct traffic (people who type rnningfool.com in for a URL). Yesterday I had 27. This is obviously attributed to posting less and people not caring. As you maybe did or didn’t see, I posted this link on facebook to try to attract a few more people to this site. I’ve always felt a sense of embarrassment by being a “blogger” but as I grow as a person, I can shed false viewpoints. You can’t worry about what other people think and I’m just going to continue to share my thoughts and emotions in future posts just like I have in previous years. I will once again try to bring this blog to stardom but with a more concerted effort from past experiences and understanding what people want to see. Stay tuned. I have a new post all ready to go tomorrow morning that I think is quite entertaining.

I am not a champion. The past few days a perfect examples of that. As you continue to get older and mature you learn things about your body that show up through repeated habits. After a long day of drinking on Saturday (I will add though that at no point was I out of control which is a wonderful improvement), the Shee and I decided to play golf on Sunday. Long days of drinking dehydrate your body and you don’t recover in a simple chug of a 32 oz Gatorade.

Golf started when I blasted a nice drive up the middle and then a sweet 4 iron to about 50 yards on a longish par 5. I found it odd that I was able to hit some good shots even though I didn’t feel full strength. After a birdie on 8 and a bogey on 9 I came in at 45 before things fell apart. I slammed out a 9 on 10 and an 8 on 11 to discombobulate the round. I just started completely sucking and didn’t even finish a full round because we left early due to slow play ahead. The point of this though was that I’m better than a 45 and far better than a 50+ on the back. The only way that happens is when my body is unable to perform physically. This is the whole point of the story. If you want to perform your best, your treat your body like it deserves to be treated. I can’t be surprised that I suck when I don’t feel well. I remember one time in Softball I was 0-8 for the day. Attribute this to alcohol abuse. It just doesn’t happen when I play at full strength.

The title of this posts explains why I’ll never be a champion. A champion doesn’t let himself fall into the trap of alcohol like I do. Now just to continue my realistic opinion of myself, even if it weren’t for alcohol, I would never be one of the top people in just about anything. After reading the Advanced Theory book and the authors ability to name about 100 so called advanced artists, you see the percentages are unlikely to really breakthrough and make a name for yourself. A great line from that book though was that usually the advanced are the people with the greatest talents and are the hardest workers. When I translate this to my life I find myself trying hard at various things and never really excelling at any one thing. Jack of all trades, master of none. There’s nothing wrong with it but it’s my self evaluation of myself. I believe a post like this is a realistic though.