BOBBLE vs BCO, and some other guys too

So I am in a little bet/contest in my office with 5 other guys to see who can lose the most percentage of weight over a 12.5 week period. I weighed in at a whopping 221 (my heaviest ever) along with my friend and fellow blogger, the BCO, writer of beercontroloffense. 3 of the guys don't have a shot and 1 of them has made steady progress. Just to get him to put down the "chicken leg" and coffee cup, well lets just say he already accomplished a lot.

Anyway, so back to the BCO vs. Bobble scenario. I think we both have taken similar but totally different approaches. He is eating a lot less than normal, and taking intense walks, and now he has thrown in some perfect push up and core exercises. (and whatever else he is doing on the side that I don't know about) I on the other hand haven't changed my eating too much besides the fact that I spread it out into 6 meals a day. I am doing more with exercise, 6-7 days a week, sometimes twice a day when I am feeling up to it and definitely working on my core. But now, my ankle injury has me thinking on my feet. (well more on my a$$ but you get the point) I need to change my strategy. Or do I...

When I weighed in before I went to Arlington, Va for VmWare training I tipped the scales at 173 which is 48 lbs with another 4 weeks or so until the final weigh in. I haven't been able to weigh in since my injury because I haven't been able to put any weight on my left ankle. I think I have put on a few pounds since then and I still have 3 weeks until the final weigh in. All in all I don't really care. I talked a lot of trash (which I never do... cough) in the beginning and have backed up every bit of it. I told everyone I would lose 40 lbs. Which I have done. I am not trying to lose anymore weight and pre-injury had already started to try to add more muscle by hitting the weights. If the BCO (already lost a ton) can pass me down the stretch then I will gladly hand over my 100 bones...



Who knows, maybe I will be showing these off in the summer...

Thank You Mr. Bisciotti

In a league where a salary cap can tear a team apart, Raven's Owner Steve Bisciotti, decided that losing Ray Lewis would do just that. Some might not agree that letting Bart Scott go to keep Ray Ray was the best thing, but he has been the face of the franchise since they have been in Baltimore. Leading one of the best defenses in League history and taking us to the "Promised Land."



Ray only has 2-3 years left and will turn over the defensive reigns to another stud, Ed Reed. Nothing can prepare us for the Sundays when your not in Purple and Black but we are just glad that we have at least 2 years to enjoy your presence on the field.

One of my favorite athlete quotes is definitely from Ray.

"They pay me $70 million to practice, I give them Sunday for Free."

So thank you Steve Bisciotti for keeping OUR team together. And thank you Ray for staying in OUR City, Charm City.

Decisions Decisions

So we are thinking about getting another dog. Here is the little guy we are looking at. 3 weeks old right now. He is 100% English Bulldog coming from good lines. His name will either be Poe after Edgar Allen Poe, Clancy after Tom Clancy, Mugsy after Mugsy Bogues, or Romeo. All with the exception of Romeo are people who originated from Baltimore. I really want another dog just not 100% sure I want a bulldog. I want a small/medium sized dog and I love bully breeds. Already the owner of a 180lb. Italian Mastiff. We visited the SPCA and various local humane societies but everything there were mixed with pit bull. I don't think pit bulls are bad dogs when raised right but around here, you never know who raised them or what they have been through. (ie. Mike Vick) A bulldog comes with a hefty price tag, the purchase and afterwords. They are known to have various health issues. They are cute, ugly and funny all at the same time. But most importantly they are excellent around kids. I also don't want to get a very hyper dog. We already had to get rid of a dog previously because she was hyper. I think the search will continue up until our bulldog is 7 weeks old. As we won't be able to bring him home until the 8th or 9th week.

To be continued...

Not So Young Anymore

So I can't jump as high as I used to. And I obviously can't land like I used too either. I play in a basketball league at the Coast Guard Base in P-Town for my work/command team. We are the ones that everyone guns for. Mainly because we are all contractors but also because we won a couple championships, complain to the refs and talk a lot of trash. I of course do none of the above...

I am known as the shooter (don't ask me why, a couple of years in the league and a dozen good games) so I get a lot of attention around the perimeter. Which in turn, on occasion opens up my ability to use my speed (cough, bullsh!t) and get to the hole. Well it sounded good. I pump faked, drove left and instead of pulling up from about 10 feet decided to try a runner and draw the foul. I got the foul called, well kind of. A guy we call "Big Country" stepped up and drew the charge and I came down on his foot. Left ankle turned over on the toes all the way. I immediately knew it wasn't pretty because I have had ankle injuries in the past. That happened at about the 7 minute mark when we were making a run to come back from a 13 pt deficit. I think we ended up losing by 3. I didn't go watch the next game but from what I heard we played hard as hell and ended up losing by 2. Wish I could have been there and who knows, maybe I could have knocked down a 3 or two.

I tore just about every ligament in my ankle. On the outside, top, and potentially one on the interior portion of the ankle. I have an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon on Monday to find out for sure what needs to happen next. My ankle was a grapefruit within minutes of the above said incident. Hurts like hell but I am a soldier and can deal. (Now the common cold is another story) And I have a wonderful woman and children who have been doing everything possible to make sure I am taken care of. Probably so I don't whine and complain. Definite thanks for that. And thanks to the Dr. who prescribed the vicodin.

Basketball will have to wait until next year...

Now I need to recover so I can get ready for softball.