fuck you UofA

ok so a couple days ago i decided that i really need a skateboard, and i finally just coughed up 100 buckes to go buy one. So now i've had my board for two days, and i realize that i still know how to skate from when i was like 13. i went behind one of the buildings here at the UofA, and found a cool ledge to skate around. I allied off the ledge (landed it) and then rolled away. no sooner than i turn the corner- this bike cop (you know... the UAPD guys) also turns the corner and said... woah there, hang on a second. I stopped and said- can i help you? he said 'yeah, you were jumping off that ledge'. to which i replied 'yeeaaaa...' and he said, well you can't do that here so i'm gonna need to see your driver's license. long story short- i got written up after skating for like 3 minutes on my new board. do i have good luck or what? ok now the part i don't agree with: i just jumped off a ledge, how does that cause a problem for the UofA? they've already put those 'anti-grind' nubs on every rail and bench on campus. bottom line: fuck you, UAPD
-steve

yet another self realization

this is another story were i realize that i'm not as good as i thought i was. enjoy:
so it's a nice day out, and some friends asked if i wanna play football in a little tournament. I say "sure, it's super bowl sunday why not?" I show up on the field only to see that the guys on the other team are... well, huge. yeah, huge would be a good word to describe them. Luckily we have this one guy on our team who's a running back for the U of A. The rules are 'flag football' but tackling is also acceptable... anyways, on the first play i caught a really long pass and scored a touchdown. Despite the fact that i have no idea what plays the football guy is calling out, i feel like i can hold my own just fine. So when we were talking about positions i say, "hey, i'm pretty fast... but i suck at throwing". My team says, ok you guard 'that guy'. well 'that guy' was straight out of Ethiopia. I'm not kidding, i had to guard some guy who had legs longer than by body, and of course he shows up in his nike running gear. So the bald-nike-sponsored -Ethiopian-marathon-runner ran circles around me all day. finally i said, this guy's too fast, give me someone else. Then i guard this slower, but bigger guy. as soon as the play start, this guy pretty much runs over me and scores a touchdown. To end the game, i catch the ball to run for the winning touchdown, but a guy grabs me by the shoulders and starts walking me backwards. I went to put my knee down, but he just ripped the ball out of my hands and ran down the field. So i ended the game with a screwed up finger, and a realization... i learned that i'm neither fast, nor strong, nor coordinated. yeah, i was surprised too.

-steve