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Farewell To 2010

At last the end of another year is upon us. It’s a time for reflection and a time to look ahead and see what life can bring you.

Alot of people make resolutions for the new year and I am no different. For 2010 my resolution was to accomplish at least 10 more items off the list. And for 2011, I will kick it up a notch and go for 15. It might not seem like a lot to do in a year, but every time I knock an item off the rest seem more and more difficult.

2010 items.

Eat At an Outback steakhouse

Ride a Vespa

Pilot an Aircraft

Beat Kit at Mini-golf

Have a bonfire on the beach

Go to Curacao

Dive off a cliff

Open a champange bottle with a knife

Catch a fish

Spend a week eating all you can eat wings*

More items were closer to being completed thanks to the massive amount of traveling Kit and I did this past year. I have big plans for 2011 and I hope to see you all there. Best of luck with the New Year.

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December 31, 2010   No Comments

The Young Man and the Sea

“Then the fish came alive, with his death in him, and rose high out of the water showing all his great length and width and all his power and his beauty. He seemed to hang in the air above the old man in the skiff. Then he fell into the water with a crash that sent spray over the old man and over all the skiff.”   -The Old Man and the Sea

A moonless night hung over the sea giving the water an unnatural blackness. A deep, solid blackness. Intimidating and impenetrable. In contradiction to the lifeless overcast, I knew that there was an abundance of life under the dark blanket just below the small waves.

I cast my line, heavy from the squid who selflessly gave his own life to serve as a temptation for the creatures lurking under the sea. It splashed on top of the water and quickly disappeared. The weight of the squid pulled my line deeper and deeper into the depths, until there was no more sea to dive. Now, it was time to be patient.

This is when a man has the time to contemplate the small idiosyncrasies of life and death, to ponder, to slip into a lucid dream as he waits for the majestic sea creatures of the depth to cautiously take to his line. And that is what I did, as all men are to do when they wait. I thought. I dreamed. I drank a beer. The sweet malty taste contrasted to the overwhelming salty taste that had penetrated my taste buds. The beer was cold, refreshing and almost completely gone.

I needed another.

But I dared not move. I moved not for the fear of falling into the dark sea underneath my feet. I moved not for the anticipation of another quick jerk of my fishing pole. I sat motionless, waiting. Excitement overcame me. I could feel it quickly moving throughout my body. I had felt this feeling before, long ago. During a time I can’t quite remember.

I could sense a monster looking at my squid cautiously. Nothing had happened to the monster the last time he had taken a small bite of the squid. In fact, he remembers vividly the joy he felt the last time he had the taste of squid on his palate. It had brought him back to his days as a small child fish. It had brought him back to days when his father would be standing in the kitchen of the small two bedroom apartment that he and his twelve fish siblings lived cramped as if they were sardines living in a tin can. His father sautéing squid, just the way he liked it, with garlic and a little bit of olive oil. The fish’s mouth watered. He wanted another taste.

He took another small nibble. It was unsatisfying. He was not happy just to have a small piece. He wanted more, and he greedily took the entire squid into his mouth. A rush of euphoria overcame him, the same way euphoria rushes over a heroin junkie after he depresses the plunger to the syringe. Memories raced through his mind. The joy and happiness he had felt when he was a child fish have returned with that last bite.

That is when I moved. I yanked back on the pole and felt the added weight of my catch. Temptation had gotten the best of the monster, the same way it had gotten to Eve that day in the garden. My squid was the forbidden fruit. My hook was the snake.

A battle ensued, a battle that would test both the limits of my perseverance and the fish’s determination to live. He would pull, and I would allow him to run away if only for a second just to reel him closer and closer to the surface. We fought for what seemed like eternity. And in the end, I would win. But, it was a bittersweet moment when the fish had broken the surface tension of the water. I was happy to have won, but I felt much respect for my competitor. He had displayed courage and a willingness to live so strongly, I could not kill him. I would not kill him. He deserved to live.

He was a great warrior. He had earned my respect and admiration. I let him go… but not before I took a picture first to capture this historic feat.

A huge thank you goes out to three really cool people, Chandler, Briana and Michael. I probably would not have been able to complete this list item or at least had as much fun as I did without your instruction and patience. Your parents did an awesome job with you guys. I wish you the best of luck with everything you do in your life. And If you ever need any help with anything on your own list, let me know. I will see what I can do.

From left to right… Michael Couture, Briana Knop, Mr. Fish, Danny, Mr. Fish II, Chandler Knop.

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October 27, 2010   2 Comments

Looking for Wingmen

The call is going out for WINGMEN.

Not for picking up the ladies, I got that shit under control. I’m looking for some courageous people to join Jon and myself in our quest to conquer a week-long Wing Night!

When: TBA

The game plan:

Spend a week (Sun-Sat) taking advantage of Wing Nights at different bars. Example, Wednesday nights at Croxleys in Farmingdale $13 all you can eat wings and beer. Expect we just do that shit every night for a week.

Why:
Because we can.

The rules:

1: Must eat a minimum of 12 wings per night per person.

2: Total bill (per person) not including tax must be less then $20 per night. Which must include 2 beers plus wings.

3: The price of the wings must be cheaper then they normally would be if we were there on a different night. Must be the bar’s special price for wings.

4: A new bar/restaurant per night. No repeats.

5: Must finish everything you order. (We shall not waste food)

6: Purchasing of Official wing night Jersey is completely optional. But, if one is purchased and you are unable to complete wing week… You must burn the jersey. (We shall decide if you have to keep it on while it is burnt)

7: Under No Circumstances will the official Wing Week Jersey be washed for the entire week.

8: Boneless wings do not count towards total wing allotment for the night.

9: There shall be 7 challenges throughout the week (Most wings eaten, hottest wings eaten, etc…) the winner of the challenge bill shall be paid by the losers.

10: These rules are subject to change at any time. More can and probably will be added.

The schedule:

Subject to change

If you would like to order an OFFICAL WING WEEK JERSEY let me know.

Info I need:

Name, Number and size.

Step Up and chow down!

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September 21, 2010   No Comments