A quick post

As some may know already, I am a Spider-Man fan. I have been one ever since I was like 8 years old. And I have loved the previous Spider-Man movies and loved how they done the villians in said movies. But when the first one came out, I was hoping that it would do good. This would mean more movies which in turn would mean more Spidey villians. The villian I wanted to see from day one on the big screen is Venom. So, to say the least I am excited about Spider-Man 3. It will be interesting to see how they show the symbiote suit taking over Peter Parker and then combining with Eddie Brock to form Venom. The only thing that scares me is that they are going to do Venom poorly. I base this on my anticipation of seeing Venom and just being dissappointed. However, I have new hope that makes me feel better about seeing Venom on the big screen. http://www.superherohype.com/news.php?id=4553

This link tells about the new trailer coming out (which was shown at a comic con) later this year. But, this puts my mind at ease a little cause they talk about how Venom looks. And yes, I will bore you guys to death with Spider-Man 3 until it comes out in theaters. MUH HA HA HA!!

My debut in a softball leauge...part two

Ok, so the last I had left off was that I injured myself (which is not a new thing) and was traveling to get some professional help. The adrenaline was wearing off and was hoping that the nearby doctors would make the pain go away.
I staggered into the clinic. The pain was really setting in. Each step I took made it worse. I went up to front desk to check in. Now note that my sholder is below where it normally is. And not slightly lower. It looked like my arm was connect next to my ribs. And this is basically how the conversation went between the receptionist and myself:
Receptionist: Can I help you?
Me: Yeah, I need to see a doctor.
R: What is your problem?
M: (pause) Um...my sholder is dislocated.
R: Ok, I just need for you to fill out this paper work.
M: Could I just tell you my information? I am right handed and can't use my arm at the moment.
R: Just fill it out the best you can.
M: Ooooookay
R: (gets on the phone to page available doctors) Yes, we have a patient out here that thinks he dislocated his sholder.
"Thinks"!!!!! Look at my sholder!!! Does this look normal to you? Do you guys get people that have arms that grow out their sides? What have I got myself into?
Luckily, I was taken to the back about 5 minutes after entering the clinic. They sat me down in a room and asked me a few questions. They basically wanted to know how I dislocated my sholder, where I was at, when did it happen and stuff like that. They also asked me how much pain I was feeling. Now, at this point, I was feeling the full effect of the injury. The adrenaline had wore off and I was trying not to concentrate on the pain. I was trying to fight through and ignore it. After I let them know that it freakin' hurt, they gave me some morphine.
Now I sat there in that little room fighting the pain cause the morphine hadn't kicked in yet. I did have some company there, my friend's wife had drove me to the clinic. I think she tried her best to keep a conversation going to keep my mind occupied during the times the doctors weren't checking in on me. About 45 minutes passed between when the nurses came in to quiz me and this nurse.
She came by to let me know that we need to take some x-rays of your arm. I wanted to punch that nurse after what she put me through. She told me to climb up on the table and lay down. The morphine still hadn't kicked in yet so I felt every bit of pain on every little movement. Then she had me lift my arm and hold it. And she was getting mad at me cause I wasn't going fast enough and holding it up long enough. But we were finally through with that part.
I went back into my little part of the torture chamber to wait. And I waited for another hour before the doctor and another nurse came in to see me. Note that the morphine still hadn't kicked in. They were finally ready to pop my sholder back in. FINALLY! IT'S ABOUT TIME!
The doctor went over the procedure with the nurse. Um..so...she hasn't done this before. Um..do I have a say in this? She grabbed my arm to pull on it while the doctor put pressure on my sholder to pop it back in. As the doctor was giving her instructions, she kept lifting my arm up and down and tugging on it a little. I think she quit when I looked up at her with an evil look. That was not a good feeling when someone tugs and pulls on a dislocated sholder. After the game plan had been settled, they did the deed. Through a burst of pain, the sholder was in. And it finally felt good after 2 hours of discomfort.
We met the guys back at the softball field and the game was just finishing up. After seeing that I was alright, they started making fun of me. Ahhhh, friends. We started home. I don't remember much on the way home because the morphine final kicked in and I passed out.
All this trouble and pain for a few fleeting seconds of glory in the first inning of the first game of the first season of softball. Knowing what I know now, would I do it again? Probably. I would probably punch a few people with me good arm. That would be about the only change. Until next time.

Pardon the Interuption

I will get back to part 2 of my story...but I seen a couple of things I seen that I must address.

Ok, first off. I would like to say Stephen Colbert is one of the funniest people alive. I try to always catch the Colbert Report. (It's a great show if you haven't heard of it.) And on this show he is always doing different segments that go off on a tangent. The one currently that he is doing is that he filmed himself against a green screen fighting imaginary monsters with a plastic lightsaber and allowing others to add their own background. The theme is that he wants to fight space monsters. The first one that he aired that someone else fixed was hilarious. Ah heck, here you go..just watch it... www.colbertnation.com. It's right there on the homepage...check out the one done by weirdhat.

Alright..the other thing I must talk about. Hang on..need to get out my soapbox.

Ok, there we go. Once I have my soap box out, it means it's time for a mad rant. This will be the first of many no doubt.

You might be asking who or what is it that made me drag out the old soap box? None other that your friend and mine...Geraldo Rivera. Yes, the waste of space is at it again.

I was channel surfing the other night and saw something flash at the bottom of the screen. I seen a headline saying somthing about Steve Irwin. So, I had to stop and unfortuantely it was on FoxNews. And just to make things even worse it was on The O'Reilly Factor. Yes, yes...I know. I am only human and I do make mistakes from time to time...and this was a huge one.

Geraldo was talking about Mr. Irwin and his untimely death. Now, he was already in an interview with Bill O'Reilly, so I missed the first part of what Geraldo was saying. But I basically caught Geraldo saying it that Irwin had it coming to him. Now, he didn't come out and say that directly, but that is what it felt like to me.

He was saying that if you stay around man-eaters then one of these days they will eat a man. And he also had the nerve of saying that Steve Irwin shouldn't have been swimming that close to the sting ray and couldn't understand why Steve Irwin could do the stuff he done when he had kids at home. And of course, Geraldo had to build himself up by showing everyone that he's been around dangerous animals and he is perfectly fine. And he also showed a picture of him being near a tiger. Hey, wait..what's that in the backgroud? Does that look a cage? You mean to tell me that the almighty Geraldo is near a dangerous animal in a controlled environment and animal trainers/specialists near him. Yeah, Geraldo being around dangerous animals in a controlled enviroment (zoo, shelters, etc.) is the same as Irwin being out in the wilderness--in the animals home. Shut up Geraldo. Someone needs to punch you in the nose again.

Steve Irwin was a great man. What we seen on the television was Irwin's job. Heck, the man found a new species of turtle and it was named after him. He ran a zoo and was very knowledgeable of his profession. What happened to Irwin was a freak accident. Yes, he put himself into danger all the time. But don't we do the same when we get behind the wheel of a car? Wait a minute Warren, being around dangerous animals and driving a car is not the same thing. YES IT IS!!! Operating a vechicle when you don't know what you are doing behind the wheel of a car is just as dangerous. That is just one of the normal things that people do everyday. But what Steve done was as normal to him as us driving a vehicle.

And what has Geraldo done in the past few years that were great. Take your time. I will be right here...........anything yet...No?.......ok i will give you another minute.........Anything? Exactly. The only good thing that he has done was get popped in the nose. Oh, and how can I forget about him giving away the position and plans of our troops in the middle east. Great job Geraldo. Hey Geraldo, go make fun of some Scottsmen for wearing their kilts.

My glorious debut in a men's softball leauge...part uno

I sat here and tried to think of a good opening blog. I have published this blog before but I thought it was good to start out with. I have broken into two parts as to not have you reading this for about an hour. Plus, it's a good two part series.

At any rate, I thought I would talk about exactly what the title says. This was my first time in playing in a serious men's leauge softball league. I have played in church leagues, mixed leagues, and played some baseball (little league, babe ruth, etc.). So, in other words, I am not new to the game. And throughout my career in this sport, I had gone through some bumps and bruises and put my body on the line numerous times. And I came out of every game walking on my own and able to play the next day. I was virtual invincible but there are those moments in your life that will bring you back down to earth and remind you that you are only human.

It was a beautiful day at the park...a perfect day for playing softball. We gathered the team up and made out the roster and batting order. I don't have alot of power...ok I don't have any power...but I do have speed. I take pride in that. If I get a hard hit ground ball down third base line, the third baseman has to make one heck of a play to get me out. So, with that in mind, I was put in the lead off batter position.

I get up to bat, remember I am in the lead off position. So, this the first batter for our team of the first inning. I let a couple of pitches go by...one ball one strike. I was basically trying to get the timing down in my head of the ball and learning when to swing the bat. Then there it was, the pitch I was looking for. The softball came in the way I wanted and I acted on it. PING!! Crap...I topped it. Which causes a topspin on the ball, thus causing the ball to immediately go to the ground and was traveling towards third base...most call this type of hit a worm burner. At any rate, the ball was traveling in a bad place...right to the third baseman. Well, I am going to make him rush his throw by busting my butt to first.

SUCCESS!!! I made the fielder rush his throw and he threw it in the dirt. (But I believe that I had the throw beat out anyways.) Well, the ball went past the first baseman. Big mistake, especially when I am on the base pads. So, I ran towards second. I was going to make them pay for their mistake. As I barrelled toward second, I heard my teammates yell, "HIT THE DIRT!!"

I heard this yelled across the field and my body reacted to the statement. I made a leap and slid into second base head first. Now, I have done this slide many of times before. I love sliding head first. I never did like sliding feet first unless I was trying to take out the second baseman to destroy the double play attempt. Or if I was sliding into home plate...there is no way I am sliding into someone that has full catcher's gear on. That's why my body took over. It knew to slide before me telling it to. And it felt natural to do so. I beat the throw and the tag. But this time, something happened..something I didn't account for.

Usually when I slide into the bag, it gives a little. This time it didn't. The bag was concreted into the ground. So, the only thing that gave was my body. I knew I was hurt. But, it really didn't feel any different than any other time I hurt myself. I laid on the ground for a minute to collect my thoughts. I began to pick myself back up and put weight on my right sholder. Big mistake. Pain shot through my arm. I immediately shifted my weight. And then when I was back upright, I looked down at my arm. My shoulder was not where it was supposed to be..it was a couple of inches lower than where it was supposed to be.

I looked over to one of my teammates...looking for some help. I really didn't know how bad it really was until I looked into the eyes of one of my teammates. I knew it was bad. I asked him to try to pop my sholder back in. He just pointed at someone in the crowd. This is just great. The first play, of the first inning...of the first game of the season and I dislocated my sholder. Great.

I hobbled off the field but the pain hadn't really set in. I could feel it throbbing...shock hadn't wore off yet. And let me tell you, when that shock and adrenaline wears off...you know it. But now I had to get to a doctor. The problem was--I wouldn't be able to drive. So, a friend's wife drove me to the nearest clinic. Now, if I knew what would take place, then I would have went somewhere else. I would have drove myself to a hospital a couple of hours away before setting foot in that place. But that will have to wait until next time. Later.

Woot..first post

Hello everyone out there in blogger land. Wow, it is vast out there. As you can see by my title, or maybe not, I am indeed a dork, nerd, idiot, whatever. So, as of right now, my little piece of the web is kinda bland for my tastes. Hopefully, I can alter it to my likings. Just bear with me until then. Well, I hope you will get as much enjoyment out of my future posts as I will have writing them. Most will be more than likely be stories of my sad little life. But, the events in my life happen for a reason. Probably to entertain those around me. Ah, well. At any rate, hope you enjoy and I will get back to this place on a fairly regular basis....well try to at least.