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A Breakfast Switch

I’ve been splicing the Museum Deli into my Dunkin Donut’s morning breakfast routine and I’ve been quite pleased. Museum Deli is owned by an Asian family who keep a neat store but don’t do a great job with advertising. The Dunkin I go to routinely has between 2-15 people in line and is that way from 7am to 9am. The Museum Deli routinely has between 0-1 people waiting in line from 6am to 6pm. This is good for now unless it becomes too popular.

At Dunkin I always get a medium coffee with cream and sugar, and a bagel with cream cheese. The total is $4.23 which is a bit of a rip off but the process of ordering and getting my items is less than 3 minutes makes it worth it to me. It’s 2 minutes from my house which is the real reason why I go there often. Jay never toasts the bagel properly as he throws it towards the back of the machine so it doesn’t get full heat. His spread of the cream cheese is embarrassing as well. I’ve complained about this before but there is no real change being made. Because of these details, I decided to swap to Museum for at least 2 days a week.

Museum Deli costs exactly $5.00. I get the sausage, egg and cheese and the apple juice Nantucket Nectar. I prefer the Half and Half but the apple is still good. I like this because it keeps me away from drinking coffee every day. The sausage egg and cheese is a way better sandwich and the guy who makes it always repeats, “salt, pepper, ketchup” like it’s the only English words he knows. I refused the first day but now I get it just so I don’t disappoint him.

All in all this has been a positive life change. Even though it is a bit slower even with Dunkin having a line, I’m helping out a small business and I enjoy the meal more. Thank you Museum Deli.

By | 2017-04-20T13:45:27+00:00 April 20th, 2017|My Life|3 Comments

Little Sunday Update

I’ve pretty much turned into a hermit who bowls and golfs. These are actually much more constructive exercises than getting shitfaced and blacking out so it’s not all bad but I do feel like I’m not doing a whole lot.

On Friday I woke up at 5:30am, picked up Jeff, met the Shee, and golfed at the Links in Marlton. It was a speed round and we were back to work by 11am. Worked like a charm. I played pretty well with loads of par putts but they certainly weren’t tap ins. I finished with a 91 and Shee and Jeff were battling with other numbers.

I worked out and went bowling after work where I rolled 7 or 8 games. I managed a 240+ and almost finished with a 200 avg aside from a few crappy games at the end. I went to sleep early because…

I woke up at 5:30am the next day and met up with 2 friends and played golf at Hickory Valley. I once again played well except for 2 8’s on par 5’s and not getting off the tee on 1. I finished with a 92 with the same issues of loads of putts for pars that weren’t converting.

I then met up with Sam and the Weens for some bowling at South and we rolled 7 games. Aside from one barn burner where the Weens ousted me 250 to 240, we had our ups and downs. I manged a 114 which had to be my lowest score in quite some time. Fun time.

This took me to my bed where I had to nap to recover from the Turkey shot. I got up at 7pm and was see sawing whether I was going to meet up with Sam and Jordan but it wasn’t to be. I went to sleep and that takes me to right now where I just finished a 7 mile run and am going to get some drinks. I may golf in the afternoon just because. Enjoy the Easter.

By | 2017-04-16T11:48:19+00:00 April 16th, 2017|My Life|0 Comments

Becoming Ill

4 posts in 10 days is poor. I need to step it up.

A few weeks ago Sam was sick and skipped our bowling league on Monday. I was pretty sure that if he wanted to man up, he could have bowled. After this weekend, I understand.

When I woke up on Sunday morning I felt ok, but I had a tickle in the lower part of my throat that I couldn’t hock up. I also had the chills which sucked. I took some aspirin and went to our Sunday morning brunch and did fine getting through it. When I went home, it was like I was zapped with mana burn and my HP’s were depleting by poison. I tried to go to sleep but that didn’t work because I would close my eyes and nothing happened.

I drove to my Philadelphia home and ended up crushing the Vitamin C drink and taking some Nyquil and zoning in and out of the Masters. In bizarre fashion, after an hour after the Nyquil, I started feeling a little better. I tried to eat but had no appetite. I zonked myself out at 9pm and woke up at 2am only to zonk myself out again. I woke up today and feel surprisingly better. I have no idea what I caught but it was brief and should be completely exterminated tomorrow.

If someone told me I had to bowl yesterday, I’m not even sure I would have been able to make the ball roll down the entire alley. Fortunately I’ve recovered most strength and will hopefully continue to improve. It seems like a lot of people either are sick or getting sick. I usually never feel bad for these people because I rarely get sick, but being sick sucks.

By | 2017-04-10T11:20:56+00:00 April 10th, 2017|My Life|0 Comments

Welcome To The Table

This entry is going to suck but I don’t care.

  • I bowled about 30 games from Thursday to Saturday with my new ball. I will admit that there is certainly a learning curve (nice bowling pun) but towards the end of those 30 games, I was throwing heat. I snapped what I rolled for the last 5 and I had to be close a 220 avg. Unfortunately I hurt my leg because I have to amp up the MPH and I’m not used to rolling so much. Either way I’m feeling pretty comfortable with the new ball.
  • I went to the Sugarhouse to play a session of 1-2 and they sat me next to a person who I absolutely hate sitting next to. He coughs this deathly cough every 2-3 minutes and it’s disgusting. I wanted to bust him pretty quickly so I made that my mission. He was straddling and playing like a tard showing down A4, a hand I didn’t see and then the hand we played together (a 3 hand read). I had TT and limped because I knew he was going to raise. He made it 25 and me and some bro called. The flop came A87 with 2 spades. He bet 25 which I called. The turn was a 6 of spades and I had a spade in my hand. I checked and he bet 90, all in. I thought for a minute, I looked at him and he looked right back at me, and I decided he didn’t want me to call. Even if I was behind I still had a few outs so it wouldn’t have been the worst spot. I tabled my TT and it was ahead and a brick came on the end. I had no idea what he had. It was a rather uneventful session after that and I left up about $75 for the day.
  • I went to Cavanaugh’s to meet up with some friends and put $150 on the Gamecocks which covered but then put $185 on UNC which did not. I didn’t have the most successful NCAA tournament as I was close to last in every bracket and hemorrhaged money betting. I was pretty drunk from drinking all day on Saturday and called it a night early.
  • My Draftkings teams in golf lost me about $40 which wasn’t bad. I had 0 or 7 entries pass all 6 players thanks to the Herminator, Cabrera Bello, and Spieth. Looking forward to the Masters.
By | 2017-04-03T15:41:51+00:00 April 3rd, 2017|My Life|0 Comments

Buying a Brand New Bowling Ball

Sometimes a bowler…
just has to face the music.
And that bowler is you.

There comes a time in every man’s life, when he has to purchase a new bowling ball. For me, that day was Wednesday.

I went to Pavlinko’s in Deptford and met with Steve, the head honcho. He asked to see me throw my ball a few times which I did. He then gave me his personal ball to throw to see how that one reacts. I threw a few that didn’t get right enough and went Jersey. He told me to really crank one out to the right. I winded up and aggressively threw one that was heading straight for the gutter. He let out a YELP as the bowl went right in the channel. He said, “that ball has never felt the gutter before.” Whoops.

We talked about some of the various options and landed on an Ebonite (I can’t remember the type) and a Storm “Phaze”. Storm owns 50% of the bowling ball market, mainly because of BelMo, and the publicity he brings to the name. I’m going to be digging deeper into this topic in a subsequent post. I didn’t want to go with the mainstream but I decided to purchase the Phase. He drilled the holes for me and I was off.

Last night was the first time I got a chance to use it and I rolled 8 games with the Weens. My low game was 111 and my high was 201. As Steve put it, you are going from a V4 to a V8. The ball will be harder to control but has more striking power. I did notice this last night. I’ve had to move further left and I can throw the ball as hard as I want which is nice. I’m hoping to see my MPH’s get into the 15’s. I was having considerable trouble hitting the pocket but I have to imagine this will improve with practice.

By | 2017-03-31T10:44:04+00:00 March 31st, 2017|My Life|0 Comments

Holding Pattern

Feature image is definitely not a holding pattern. This is what happens when Photoshop gets in the wrong hands.

I haven’t had the time to blog the past two days with work being busy and then bowling last night. I had 4 posts over the weekend which gets people expecting more posts but it’s not feasible to crank out posts like that. I’m going to end up with about 20 for the month which is on the low side, I’ll try to pick it up.

Traffic has been higher than normal with a consistent 300+ people a day. The most realistic stats that I can get from analytics is under behavior / site content/ all pages and then see how many people land on the home page. It’s about 30+ people a day which I think is my core audience. Obviously I’d like that to grow as my website continues to improve.

You can see from the title that my life is in a holding pattern, even though I decided to create a plane crashing into the Grand Canyon. I’m using Photoshop a ton at work but it’s only cutting out stupid tools. Never any fun. What I mean by holding pattern is that the days are going by and I’m living life right, but not much is happening. Work is great. I’m in great shape. I have few, if any, serious problems but I’m not exactly grabbing life by the balls. When I do grab it, I tend to pay the consequences. So I’m making a varying effort in playing it a bit closer to the vest and seeing how that fairs. Pretty boring.

I have a few music posts lined up that I like. I have some religious thoughts that may be of interest. Brookes and I like the topic of the ocean. I can’t do much with sports with no cash in my Bovada account. I haven’t been drinking so nothing is happening to write about. Time to get a girlfriend so I can bore the shit out of her too.

By | 2017-03-28T20:16:36+00:00 March 28th, 2017|My Life|0 Comments

Where’s My Dale’s T-Shirt?

– Hey! Did you touch my drum set?
– Hey, knock it off!

I know you touched my drumstick, because the left one has a chip in it.

You fucking crazy, man? You sound insane, do you realize that? You should be medicated.

Fuck you, Brennan. I know you touched my drum set. I wanna hear that dirty mouth admit it.

You get out of my face, or I’m gonna roundhouse your ass.

You swear on your mom’s life that you didn’t touch it!

I don’t swear to shit!

Find My Dale’s Pale Ale Shirt

Make my day and tell me you found it.

A completely unnecessary opening for this post. I almost always prefer Dale’s lines to Brennan’s but the, “I don’t swear to shit” is a personal favorite.

Back on topic, I’ve managed to lose my Dale’s Pale Ale shirt and I’m a bit annoyed. How do you lose a t-shirt? A jacket is one article of clothing that gets taken off with frequency and it makes sense that it gets lost more often. But a t-shirt? I’m not going topless into places. It doesn’t get removed until it arrives back home to where I went. It’s possible I made an error packing on one of my recent trips and it’s still sitting in a suitcase but I doubt it. I’ve managed to lose it.

T-shirts should be replaced. The worst T-shirt you can wear is one that has a date on it and people can be like, “wow that shirt is 10 years old.” Although I admit it must be a bit of a personal accomplishment that a t-shirt has made it so long, there is another sense that:

  1. You’re too poor to replace it
  2. You’re too lazy to replace it
  3. You don’t give a shit about how you dress.

To each their own.

Thought this one might look good on me.

I’m not suggesting that rotating t-shirts is a huge deal. It’s about #150 on my top priority list of life but I do begin to get a feeling that I’ve been wearing a t-shirt too long. The decals start to peel. It starts smelling a bit. The fit is off because its been washed too many times. Plus I know that people have seen me in it for so long that even they begin to notice that I’ve had it since Nixon was president. This brings me to replacing the Dale’s shirt.

At this point I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that I won’t be seeing the Dale’s shirt again. I personally enjoyed my short time with the shirt and will probably be replacing it with the same exact shirt that I bought directly from the brewery. I’ll also buy a few more and here a few thoughts I have on what I may also be purchasing:

I don’t think I like the band THAT much.

Music – I’ll probably buy a band t-shirt that I like that most other people don’t. I have a Zeppelin, a Doors, and Stones shirt which are kind of played out. I own a Sublime and Nirvana shirt from Target that I will never wear again. I wouldn’t venture into the New Wave shirts because people will think you never made it to the present era like Bertam from Sandlot. Plus I took some flack when I bought a Bowie shirt which I wouldn’t want to go through again. Some alt band that’s popular that I like such as the Shins (love the new album) or Electric Guest (who no one knows about) may be possible but I don’t think so.

TV – I usually don’t venture into TV because I’m not representing fictional characters. I can’t sport a Billy Bob from Fargo shirt even though I thought he was great but people would be like WTF and it would cause more trouble than it’s worth representing.

Sports – I’m a big sports fan but not in the dedication to one team. I’m more into an overall awareness of what’s going on in as many sports as possible. If you’re wearing a team shirt, you better be able to answer some follow up questions because the worst guy is the guy who says, “I just like the shirt.”

Fucking hipster…but this is a cool shirt of the Mosaic Beer from Founders.

Alcohol – I don’t mind promoting alcohol I like to drink. There are so many craft breweries that if you find one that you particularly like, it’s a nice gesture to support their cause. It’s free advertising for them and when people ask you about it, you can say you enjoy the beer. Plus this is a decent connection to other people who also enjoy it.

So if you happen to know where my Dale’s shirt is, you’ll probably save me $30. Any other good suggestions on shirts?

By | 2017-03-23T09:58:23+00:00 March 23rd, 2017|My Life|1 Comment

The Game of Life

This post is going to be long winded so make sure you’ve got a nice 10 minutes to spare.

Today was one of those reflective days where the unexpected occurs and can potentially make life altering results. I was having horrendous stomach pains today and I couldn’t come up with any explanation. I asked Sam if it was the chicken cutlet we had at bowling last night and he said he felt fine. I had my usual breakfast and there was nothing in my stomach that should have been causing any pain.

I rarely get sick. I didn’t miss a day of school from Elementary school to Senior year of high school. I went to class with a huge black eye after a Thursday night boxing fight my sophomore year of college when an ROTC gave me a huge shiner with a non-padded glove. My jaw still clicks from that brutal beating. That last story has nothing to do with being sick. I’m pointing out my dedication and not letting the small stuff deter me from getting shit done. However, these pains were paralyzing. I was lying under my desk and not moving because every little wince hurt. After about an hour of this pain that wasn’t going away, I decided to man up.

I remembered reading a part in the book “the Law of Success” by Napoleon Hill that said that sick people want to be sick. Healthy people who want to stay healthy don’t get sick. This book was written in the 1930’s or so and I’m not even sure germs were invented then. Nevertheless, I decided that even though I didn’t feel that way, I wasn’t going to be stopped by some stomach pains.

Prior to the pains, a foreign business associate asked me to call another person who I was aware of. We’d never spoke on the phone before but I knew of his company and reputation. Even though I didn’t feel like making the call, I did it anyway. Within a few minutes once my mind was focused on the call and not my stomach, the pain went away. I ended up speaking to the man for 45 minutes about potential business plans and what could lead to a potentially life altering path.

I went from in sheer pain to feeling great and happy about what had happened in a matter of minutes. I could never have predicted it. This is coming off a weekend where I also felt some up and down emotions which I’ll do my best to explain as clearly as possible even though it’s still not clear. This should probably be put into a separate post but I’m going with the flow.

I’ve dealt with alcohol since Freshman year of college. The very first time I drank, I puked in the corner of a college frat party, and then made out with some girl (she was not a looker and I hated seeing her around campus for the next 4 years) on the dance floor. Since that day I’ve had ups and downs that always end with “why do I drink”?

I’m going to delve into a few thoughts that non-drinkers won’t grasp and even drinkers aren’t privy to because they are unique to me and my experiences. When I drink, I’ve gotten really good at conversing. I’m not talking black out drunk where your life turns into a Viewmaster and you can’t form a new memory. I’m talking about that space where you’ve had enough to drink where it’s hard to embarrass yourself and not only can you answer tough questions, but you can ask tough questions. Also, your listening skills haven’t completely demolished and you can engage pretty deeply and positively with people. Writing that you are good at this can come across as egotistical, but I’ve read a lot on the subject matter and talk to new people every day of my life (mainly customers but people are people) that I’ve had a lot of experience.

So what starts to happen, and I hate that write this because it sounds awful but for god sake please take this in context, is that you can craft conversations. I swear that I don’t do this but the next part will come off wrong. When you actively listen, you can ask the right questions, and people can start to open up. I’m not being a phony when I’m in the moment and engaging. It’s the feeling the next day that’s there’s a good chance the full attention I gave at that moment is completely forgotten. So in order to have that level of conversation, drinking is a great facilitator, but also the reason it’s not completely authentic (because it’s not being retained). I write that because if I talk to the person again, it’s possible i don’t remember what we talked about exactly.

And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They’re usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they’re a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet.

Now here’s the kicker, the simple answer is once again, don’t drink. I’d retort with you don’t engage in these conversations if you don’t drink. If you’ve heard the phrase, “don’t trust a man who doesn’t drink”, it’s because honesty comes out when you drink. I’m having honest to god, heart felt, conversations with people and it feels good. Of course every spot is different and when I asked Rob Kelley’s girlfriend her name 3 times, that isn’t exactly a highlight. However, I had at least 12 conversations over this weekend with people who I feel closer to because I talked to them this way. If I didn’t drink, they wouldn’t have happened.

So it’s a strange feeling because I wake up on Sunday after 3 days of watching basketball and enjoying life to the max, to not feeling great and getting ready to start another sober work week. This is not what I was doing during my 20’s. I had way more stamina in my younger years and a lot of less drive. I can’t afford to be drunk during the week and this is what leads to me to drink through the weekends. It’s the times I consider truly fun (even if I can’t remember them). It’s a Catch-22 and I’ve overcome a lot since all of the mistakes I’ve made in my past. This weekend I didn’t drink and drive. I didn’t put my life in jeopardy. I didn’t do anything wrong but I have this strange feeling that something is wrong.

So that’s it. Over 1,100 words of what I felt like sharing. I’m not looking for anything at all. Just the ability to look back at this post years from now and think back to when I felt this way. All is good. Hope you are feeling good. If not, at least ok. At least Sam will like that one.

 

By | 2017-03-21T21:39:30+00:00 March 21st, 2017|My Life|1 Comment

Finally…TC. Is Above The Law

All l know is, l finally got enough money…

that l can buy my way out of anything.

l can do anything l want when l get my money later.

And l won!

Finally, Big Ern is above the law!

lt’s a great feeling.

Maybe you’ve already heard, but I did manage to win a bowling tournament at South Bowl. Half drunk I should add. I’ll go over some of the finer points on my win against 23 other bowlers in an NCAA tournament like, 9 tap (9’s are considered strikes), single elimination structure.

The first match started with 3 people on a lane and the top 2 advance. I threw an open in the 3rd frame which is a big no-no and had me behind. I ended up closing with 6 strikes and advanced with a 242. Next I rolled against a guy who wasn’t in my league. I wasn’t even striking but he handed it to me. The next game I was rolling fine and hit a washout in the 10th to seal the deal. I was down to the final 4 and the next guy didn’t bowl so well and I won with no drama to advance to the final game.

The bowler I was up against had just rolled 2 300 games in a row but I wasn’t worried. Any lane at any time can give someone trouble. In bizarre fashion we both had splits in the 2nd frame. He left another open and I knew I had a great chance to win as long as I stayed tough. I was picking up a few strikes and hitting all my spares until the 9th frame when I was ahead and he was coming off of about 4 strikes. I threw a 7 10 and thought I was toast. It was pretty much all over…until he threw a 7 10. I needed to close with 2 strikes in order to win and it’s why I’m the anchor. In big spots, TC doesn’t fuck around and I took the title with a 210-202 victory. It pocketed me $180 dollars which I’ve already spent.

By | 2017-03-19T10:57:15+00:00 March 19th, 2017|My Life|1 Comment

Attaching to Inanimate Objects

I recently replaced my 46″ Sony Bravia television that I bought a decade ago. I kid thee not, the picture quality of this TV and the brand new 48″ Samsung is virtually identical. The Sony probably cost me over a K back then and my new Samsung was only $450 which I thought was pretty cheap. The Bravia didn’t have many features, only HD channels. This new “smart” TV can watch Netflix but scanning the internet is an exercise in futility. For all intensive purposes, I didn’t have to replace my TV, but the time felt right. I’m going to give it to my mom who can use it for the Pocono House and extend its life span.

The TV replacement came hand in hand with a brand new driver I bought as well. I hit a Callaway XR at GolfSmith last season but didn’t pull the trigger because it was too expensive. I impulsively went to Dick’s a few weeks ago and found the same driver for $200 and figured it was time to replace the old Ping. Now, Louie plays Ping so it’s hard for me to go against the brand, but after so many hits with it, it had run its course. After the 2nd round I played with the new driver, it was clear I made the right choice. The control was tight, as I didn’t lose a ball off the tee in 2 rounds, and I was getting my distance back towards the end of my second round. Small sample size, but I’m hoping for the best.

Both of these items I replaced had been with me for between 5 and 10 years and served me well. Whatever I paid for them was elapsed many times over which is why I’m mostly a proponent of spending more on items that you intend to last you a long time.

Nice Jeans!

However, on that TV and driver, it was like I was getting rid of a part of me. Frankly this feeling didn’t last for more than 5 seconds as yanked the plug on the TV and gave the driver to Adam, but it did exist for a very brief moment. Oddly enough when I replace my bowling ball, it doesn’t carry the same emotional weight. Some items that I get attached to:

  • The pair of jeans I wear everyday
  • Running shoes that fit so well after I while that I hate to replace
  • Old golf cards with rounds that I played well
  • Replacing a hard drive
By | 2017-03-07T15:01:37+00:00 March 7th, 2017|My Life|1 Comment