Lawryde Reaches His Physical Peak
Last night my hockey team played the dickhead firefighter team. As we were warming up I saw that they didn’t have their ringers on the ice. This gave us a chance to win.
It was a really good game. We were always within one or two goals of each other. We ended up beating them 6-5.
They were crying about this and that through the entire game. Their bench was pissing and moaning about some call they thought should have been made. I yelled over and told them to “Shut the fuck up. I thought you were fucking firefighters?”
They didn’t seem to appreciate that.
For the most part, I played like shit. I haven’t played well the last few games. This could be for any number of reasons.
I’m playing offense now instead of defense. I switched positions this season because we had enough defensemen. I don’t really know where to be now as well as I did when I was playing defense. I can make an outlet pass like a kid out in the rain, being in place for one and catching one is an entirely different story.
I’ve reached my physical limitations only playing one game per week. I either need to play more every week, or supplement playing with some cardiovascular and strength training between games. The only way to get better hands and game sense is to play. Rat is during inconvenient times now, and I really hate running or doing pushups and sit-ups. I’m certainly not getting any younger, and this will only get worse if I don’t do anything about it.
It’s depressing when you reach a point like this. I felt like this regarding my intelligence after my freshmen year in college. Up to that point I could learn and apply anything quicker than almost anyone. I had natural ability, and I reached a point where I would have had to put in a significant amount of work into taking it to the next level.
I guess the bottom line is I’m lazy. I coasted with ease into a 3.4 and a degree.
Learning hydraulics in this new position has challenged me, but I’m still not willing to put in a huge amount of effort to become an expert.
Jack-of-all-trades, master of none, that’s Lawryde.
Is it strange the two tracks I’m really into right now are on completely opposite ends of the musical spectrum?
It was a really good game. We were always within one or two goals of each other. We ended up beating them 6-5.
They were crying about this and that through the entire game. Their bench was pissing and moaning about some call they thought should have been made. I yelled over and told them to “Shut the fuck up. I thought you were fucking firefighters?”
They didn’t seem to appreciate that.
For the most part, I played like shit. I haven’t played well the last few games. This could be for any number of reasons.
I’m playing offense now instead of defense. I switched positions this season because we had enough defensemen. I don’t really know where to be now as well as I did when I was playing defense. I can make an outlet pass like a kid out in the rain, being in place for one and catching one is an entirely different story.
I’ve reached my physical limitations only playing one game per week. I either need to play more every week, or supplement playing with some cardiovascular and strength training between games. The only way to get better hands and game sense is to play. Rat is during inconvenient times now, and I really hate running or doing pushups and sit-ups. I’m certainly not getting any younger, and this will only get worse if I don’t do anything about it.
It’s depressing when you reach a point like this. I felt like this regarding my intelligence after my freshmen year in college. Up to that point I could learn and apply anything quicker than almost anyone. I had natural ability, and I reached a point where I would have had to put in a significant amount of work into taking it to the next level.
I guess the bottom line is I’m lazy. I coasted with ease into a 3.4 and a degree.
Learning hydraulics in this new position has challenged me, but I’m still not willing to put in a huge amount of effort to become an expert.
Jack-of-all-trades, master of none, that’s Lawryde.
Is it strange the two tracks I’m really into right now are on completely opposite ends of the musical spectrum?
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posted by lawryde at
8:35 AM
3 Comments:
Awesome. Now when our house starts to burn down no one will come and save it.
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Anonymous, at 12:40 PM, December 10, 2007
Wannabe Tool ripoffs... Wikipedia describes them as groove metal. Almost banged my head into the bong when the song started.
Wait until you turn 34 and you can't fucking move after walking up a flight of stairs...
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Steve, at 4:42 PM, December 10, 2007
congrats!!!on the win, sadly as wifey pooh said- now that you pissed them off, no one will come and put out the fire
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Anonymous, at 6:59 PM, December 10, 2007
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