THE MERCHANT OF TENNIS


Ohhhhhh Tennis, how I love thee, let me count the ways. For those who may not know I'm kind of a BIG DEAL...hahaha. Aside from that for those who do not know, I am an avid tennis player slash fanatic or what the french call a fanatique (with the accente gu, spelling?!?). Tennis, Tennis, Tennis I just can't get enough its my love, my release, my desire,...my lust!?!? WTF. I honestly can play tennis all day till my arm just falls right off and even then I would just switch arms then once that arm falls off I would, I would tell someone else to hold the raquet and I would just yell at them and tell them how to hit it YA!!!! WOOOOO TENNIS!!!!!!! I just find that tennis is a great sport it tests your individuality, your ability to react and adapt to certains situations in a split second, it all of it has to do with you and how you approach the game. I believe there are 3 fundamental aspects to tennis: 1. Patience 2. Consistancy and last but not least 3. Perfection meaning paying attention to every detail of the game. Your grip on your raquet, the way you swing it, your body positioning, your foot work, your hand eye coordination, where you hit the ball early or late or on the rise or on its decent, where your oponent is on the court, so many factors that must be taken into consideration everytime you stroke the ball...tehehehe. Thats why I can watch Tennis start to finish without boredem setting in. Just the chance to watch two great tennis players go at it is artistry at its finest, two artists painting a portrait with each stroke of there tennis raquets illuminating the canvass with aces & winners and in the end a masterpiece rendered breatheless by adoring fans left with memories of a great battle (*single tear).

I don't want to toot my own horn here but I'd like to think that I'm a decent tennis player. Playing for almost 15 years of my 23 years of existance I believe that through my instruction with my dad and with tennis pros I have learned the basic fundamentals of tennis, possibly even more, but along with any sport it is always a learning process no matter what playing level. I've always been a season vet I guess you could say only playing during the summer slash spring months but this year I have seriously considered entering a indoor tennis club. To think if I had this drive much earlier in life I would like to think that I could potenially be a semi-pro tennis athlete. I mean the tennis world is missing that barely 5'7" almost 5'8" on good days, husky, Filipino star. Sure I'm not an Agassi or Federer but in my own little niche of players I could've been #1....hahahaha who am I kidding my lack of mobility would kill me. I could see it now deep in the the 1st set panting and gasping for air, while my opponent takes a sip of his Gatorade barely broken a sweat, while I'm being hooked up to a life support machine trying my darndest to find my 4th wind. It just wouldn't make sense a naturally BIG BONEDED individual like myself in a phyically fit demanding sport. I'm more suited for the finer sports such as lawn bowling, pie eating contests, or the most enduring of the sports POKER. Maybe I'm just more fit to direct, maybe become a tennis instructor. This past summer some of our very own peeps have experienced a quickee tennis lesson, I like to think I did a pretty good job most of my students got a decent grasp of the game in less than a couple of hours of instruction. Could this be my calling?!? Maybe but I wouldn't want to turn the game I love into a routine or job cause teaching those snotty little kids would probably just turn me off. In conclusion, tennis is GREAT.

THANKS Jay (fellow tennis junkie) for feeding my love of tennis its been a great season.

LIVING TO BLOG ANOTHER DAY

Earl "The Squirrel" Falco

THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS

Mmmmmmmmmmm...Chicken Wings, well chicken in general is possibly one of Gods greatest creations and without it I think I would DIE. Maybe not die but cry and poo a little because I would be without the tastiest of meats. I mean its just so versatile I can eat chicken cooked in any way it wouldn't matter it could be baked, fried, spit roasted, boiled, BBQ'd,...poached?!? I mean any way I would still LOVE IT and ENJOY IT. Any food that you can eat with your hands is PHUN food and yes the Pee Aitch kind because all your manners and proper consuming etiquette are thrown all out the window. Just bringin it back OL SCHOOL to the savage days just ripping and tearing at the wing with your teeth while you holler out to the libation wench for more hawaiian punch, as the sauce just drips out the side of your mouth on to your white hoodie, then swearing out loud that you got a stain on your white hoodie, then accidently wiping your already stained hoodie with your already dirty napkin, then trying to cover it up with a napkin bib but your napkin is already dirty so it looks bad either way, then you're still mad because your libation wench hasn't come with your hawaiian punch refill....I mean just to describe a possible situation if wings were to be eaten. But nevertheless wings make me happy inside for a bit till you gotta drop the kids off at the pool and their friends and their sacks of poop.

Sooooo all this jibber jabber about wings brings me to our latest adventure to ORIGINALS North Yorks finest wingery, reserved for the boyZ as a place to visit once every 2 months or so to fulfill the void left in our minds and in our stomachs that can only be filled by this tasty chicken appendage. Well it all started on one beautiful stary Thursday night after a long day at work a couple of characters and myself (characters include: Dirty Marquez & Miss. Jai) decided to trek to North York, despite the rising gas prices. Everything just seemed to be going well right from the get go; the usual missed exit to get to Bayview wasn't missed and finding parking without getting ticket wasn't hard at all. The atmosphere was set the crowd wasn't too loud, the table was clean, my ginger ale tasted like ginger ale, I started to think to myself that this was beginning to be the makings of a fantastic night. The house band/middle aged garage band was awesome playing such hits from todays hot artists The Pussycat Dolls, The Black Eyed Peas, and THE Coldplay. Opposed to the regular in house DJ LAME-O playing the best of MC Mario or Dance Dance Dance Vol. 4, why 4? I have no idea. At last the food has arrived 14 succulent drumstick sized chicken wings sitting on a bed of fries and veg and on the side the irresistible sour cream slash dill slash ranch dipping sauce that is to die for. I think I can honestly dip anything into that sauce and it would taste like heaven, even dipping beets into this sauce will make it taste like ambrosia. Now on past visits the large order of wings is way too much for me usually tapping out after the 11th wing and handful of fries, but tonight the wing Gods were on my side I managed to finish the whole platter veg and all (*pat on back). So to cap off the already wonderful glorious night the drive home was perfect. Since we started going to Originals the exit onto the 401 going home was always closed and we would have to drive all the way to Yorkdale to find an open exit to go home. But that faithful thursday night the stars just seemed to be aligned in our favour alongside the wing Gods were guiding us home safely to meet our throwns that await in our homes...for the poop. (que song "The Wind Beneath My Wings")


LIVING TO BLOG ANOTHER DAY

Earl "The Hurl" Falco

RANDOM

Strap yourself in tight get ready for your once in a lifetime ride named Randomness Mindbuster( must be SANE to ride). Just felt like switching Canadian Mindbuster with randomness cause thats what truly has defined my life these past couple of years. As the years roll by my randomness level reaches new and explorative heights, that I can't for the life of me explain. Maybe my urge to to lick a rock is fueled by my desperate need for attention or maybe the rock just looked really tasty at the time and I was hankerin for some 100 year old lime stone, WHO KNOWS?!?! Maybe my urge to drive to GUELPH to get some friggin good cheap chinese food rather than visit a good friend (*wink JAY) is geared because of my constant need to do something or is it just because I love those chinese and their greasy chicken wings, yummy noodles, or flavour filled chicken balls, I JUST DON'T KNOW?!?!

Nevertheless, randomness leads to daily routine. One can only do so many random things until those randoms events begin to feel like daily rituals. So finding the random rock on the ground to lick has become a daily pleasure (jus kidding) not really or weekly I find time to stuff my face full with the finest greasy chinese food this DAMN city has to offer (thank you Tremendous).

Speaking of this DAMN City we call Mississauga just filled with ramdomness awaiting after each corner, these past couple of months have been a haze filled sticky iicky fest. This past spring slash summer slash fall has brought out the OL SCHOOL in me well not really OL SCHOOL but OL as in a year ago, when the finest of the sticky iicky's were indulged in. So with the lack of entertainment our beloved City of Mississauga fails to provide for a struggling almost mid-twenty year old subarbanite slob. Has forced a few of SAUGA's finest to create its own form of entertainment along side our trusty sidekick MARY JANE in her quest to make a few boys that much happier. The NAHANI CREW include such characters as Dirty Marquez, CO CO Bee, Johans the Leg Aspi, and none other than Jay the Car Lee, and last but not least SIMON. Thanks boys for the memories that I can remember...yikes.

One last thing that I'd like to BLOG about, those damn verification lines where you have to enter to poorly scrambled letters. Only if it was that easy to crack in to the Pentagon MAN! I would be the most lost person cause why the hell would I want to be in the Pentagon in the 1st place. But seriously how secure is that, what does it really test? so people that are sight impaired are screwed so they can't get their concert tickets or send that one mass email so that he or she can celebrate your one special day of the year. So SCREW the person that invented that feature but at the sametime THANK YOU now I got a EYE up on people that can't see properly....oh that was bad.

Thanks Jamie for starting the BLOG craze among our group of peeps it feels NICE.

LIVING TO BLOG ANOTHER DAY

Earl "The Girl" Falco