Searching For '93

Hello, there.

I’m back after an entirely wondrous vacation that took me through Paris, the coast of Kenya (spectacular), and the summit of Mount Kenya (the most difficult thing I have ever done). I suppose that, technically, this is a sports blog. But really, Searching For ‘93 means a lot of things. For the people that have found this site over the holidays, welcome. I’ve got some fantastic stuff lined up over the next several weeks. More on that tomorrow when I write for 11 consecutive hours. Seriously.

Now, my brain is about to explode. I boarded a plane just after 7 pm on Christmas Day. The Lakers were leading the Celtics going into the fourth quarter, and then… I unplugged. No television. No internet. No cell phone (I left it at home). No watch. December 25th - January 11th. The last time that I went more than three days without a constant flow of information was in the summer of 1998. I distinctly remember arriving in Miami International Airport after 2 months in St. Lucia and nearly eating a USA Today Sports Section. Then suddenly I saw a Sports Illustrated with Randy Johnson in a Houston Astro’s jersey, and a sub-heading that featured the steroid induced psycho-drama of Sammy Sosa and Mark McGwire. Heady times.

Where do I begin? How do I catch up? My Google Reader had 1,181 unread items. Did the Patriots make the playoffs? Who won the National Championship in College Football? What of the Raptors? And so on and so forth.

After 120 minutes of web and channel surfing I have some quick thoughts before I settle in for the Chargers (Seriously, what the fuck?) and Steelers game.

• What the hell is wrong with Jamario Moon’s headband? Undoubtedly, this has been covered. I’d just like to add a quick tidbit: Jamario, you look like a self-interested, self-indulgent, unintelligent dullard. Bryan Colangelo should release you. Like, right now.
• I cannot WAIT for the Argos to sign Pacman Jones. It’s exciting. Not, “go to a game” exciting. But exciting none the less.
• At 4000 meters and above I am incapable of drinking alcohol. In all other circumstances, I’m good.
• If you haven’t read the GQ article on Lil Wayne, you should do so immediately. Lil Wayne might be from Krypton. Also, itstoolateforlilwaynedownhere.com was the runner-up for the name of this site. That’s an inside joke from my Stag in New Orleans, and I’m not going to explain it.
• Kite surfing is hard.
• Over-eating is not.
• The Toronto Blue Jays have extended the deadline for me and my buddy to renew our season tickets four times. Four! I’m still waiting for the $200 gift certificate at Wayne Gretzky’s, or, maybe, free parking for the entire year. In other words, something spectrally opposite to signing Matt Clement.
• Sooner or later, I’m moving somewhere warm.
• Jermaine O’Neal is apparently out with a knee injury. In other news, Africa is a big continent.
• I had an episode of Saturday Night Live recorded on my PVR from 8 days ago. When I cued it up this morning to see if it was a repeat I got to watch the Chargers beat the Colts in overtime. Sometimes, it’s the little things.

Coming up tomorrow: A thorough review of all things Raptor. Don Draper and Toronto Sports. Video. Relevant Links. Tomfoolery.

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