Allow myself to introduce.......myself. To the seven people reading this blog, please excuse my tardiness to the party as I have been on strike until I had my photo posted and my initial 'B' listed in the title. One of two isn't all bad. Lets get started. Again, while I realize Bottle Service's viewers are few in number, I will be writing as though our site gets more hits a day than Pornhub. Due to an obnoxious 1,200 character restriction, my informative 'About me' section had to be cut short. For as self-involved as I am, one would think that I love talking about myself. One would be wrong, but I kind of started getting the hang of it. Here's your extended version, director's cut, uncut, unrated and overhyped 'About me'. First, contrary to seeing my 'chinstrap' in my profile picture, I am not from Louisville. That is what we call a playoff beard that I allow to flourish just a couple weeks a year leading up to an annual beer pong tourney that Mr. Kyle Brown and I host. I live in Florence Ya'll, KY. I am a 25 year old grad from UK with a BS in Kinesiology. I head coach high school xc and track, while also personal training and substitute teaching. Obviously I make no money and so I plan to attend Xavier for their graduate Sports Admin program as long as my younger, rebellious self doesn't hold me back. I may take the media route through the program so I hope to use this blog to help me improve thinking objectively and analytically, while still showcasing my charming sense of humor. Maybe writing down my thoughts will help with the occassional anger outburst, but not likely. I’ll be posting mainly on the Whodey, Cayuts, and Redlegs. Calling them by their actual mascot names just isn't as entertaining to me and it's all about looking out for #1. I will also hit on stories and issues surrounding today's sports landscape, if it's something I care about; no Boocat or Trojan stories here. Why talk about teams that won't be in the postseason anyways? You can also expect photos of young girls making their parents proud once my girlfriend checks out this 'distraction from real work' a time or two for support, before deciding she has no interest in Bengals personnel moves. That's all I have for now. More to come later. Enjoy.
Monday, February 7, 2011
TAKE OFF
Allow myself to introduce.......myself. To the seven people reading this blog, please excuse my tardiness to the party as I have been on strike until I had my photo posted and my initial 'B' listed in the title. One of two isn't all bad. Lets get started. Again, while I realize Bottle Service's viewers are few in number, I will be writing as though our site gets more hits a day than Pornhub. Due to an obnoxious 1,200 character restriction, my informative 'About me' section had to be cut short. For as self-involved as I am, one would think that I love talking about myself. One would be wrong, but I kind of started getting the hang of it. Here's your extended version, director's cut, uncut, unrated and overhyped 'About me'. First, contrary to seeing my 'chinstrap' in my profile picture, I am not from Louisville. That is what we call a playoff beard that I allow to flourish just a couple weeks a year leading up to an annual beer pong tourney that Mr. Kyle Brown and I host. I live in Florence Ya'll, KY. I am a 25 year old grad from UK with a BS in Kinesiology. I head coach high school xc and track, while also personal training and substitute teaching. Obviously I make no money and so I plan to attend Xavier for their graduate Sports Admin program as long as my younger, rebellious self doesn't hold me back. I may take the media route through the program so I hope to use this blog to help me improve thinking objectively and analytically, while still showcasing my charming sense of humor. Maybe writing down my thoughts will help with the occassional anger outburst, but not likely. I’ll be posting mainly on the Whodey, Cayuts, and Redlegs. Calling them by their actual mascot names just isn't as entertaining to me and it's all about looking out for #1. I will also hit on stories and issues surrounding today's sports landscape, if it's something I care about; no Boocat or Trojan stories here. Why talk about teams that won't be in the postseason anyways? You can also expect photos of young girls making their parents proud once my girlfriend checks out this 'distraction from real work' a time or two for support, before deciding she has no interest in Bengals personnel moves. That's all I have for now. More to come later. Enjoy.
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