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January 30, 2006

Arabian Kickboxers

I find it a bit interesting that refering to him as an Arabian kickboxer, has generated a bit of interest in Seth. Little do people know, (or rather: (mockingly): here's a side note)), there was a time when the Arabian would refuse to give me a bloody nose so that I could get out of running walking the mile in P.E. And since he would refuse, I would spend homeroom repeatedly hitting my nose in the hopes that blood would soon spill forth. The worked about every other week, and I would be sent to the nurse's office. Unfortunately, sometimes the bleeding would stop too soon, and I would have to endure not only the mile, but the accompanying bloody mucous dripping into my throat.

Contrived by Joshua at January 30, 2006 08:44 AM

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Hard to believe since your so athletic these days. Hard also, since Seth is so obviously a badassmotherfucker what with that thick leather band and all....

Posted by: doodle at January 30, 2006 09:02 AM

Yes. He will be kicking your ass for that, and there is nothing I can do to stop things at this point. (Here's a little side note: you've set the universe off on a path of fuckin righteousness that makes the Blessed Virgin Mary piss herself). Or something to that effect.

Posted by: Joshua at January 30, 2006 09:12 AM

Actually, I'm a Chilean Krav Maga expert.

Posted by: Seth at January 30, 2006 07:39 PM

I knew it was one of those homicidal/sociopathic/tantric martial arts. And out of respect or fear, I have placed your Hardy Boys book in a place of honor next to the peacock cage over at the Krishna restaurant.

Posted by: Joshua at January 30, 2006 08:34 PM

Snagged any Bills hats lately?

Posted by: Franklin W. Dixon at January 30, 2006 11:51 PM

There's a couple of them underneath the old Impala. Carefuly getting them though, you might get an ingrown toenail and be forced to hobble up to the Lopez house.

Posted by: Joshua at January 31, 2006 01:41 PM

I can see that you were very passionate in not having to run that mile.

Posted by: will at January 31, 2006 04:18 PM

Funny story: When I first got to basic, during our morning runs, all I could think of was 7th grade P.E., and how we used to take as long as possible.

Hey, remember how even with his halo, Mr. Reyes STILL beat us?

But, then again, we were quite portly then. Running hurts when you're fat.

Posted by: A fellow hater of "the mile" at January 31, 2006 05:08 PM

I think Robbie Nelson took the mile seriously that day though...no paraplegic was going to beat him..no siree. I think he ended up giving up. The mile, coupled with images of fat kids in OP shorts sprawled out on the basketball courts doing *situps* hopefully made basic more enjoyable. Ah, but then throw in Andrew and his fake OP patch and there goes all composure.

Will, I find a way around most athletic things unless it involves beer and a controller of sorts. Why my *high jump* consisted of a pathetic waddle towards the bar/mattress. I'd stop, look at the bar, and then *try* to jump over it. I suppose it loses something without video....we were too poor for the betamax camcorder though. (Really my parents were just embarassed).

Posted by: Joshua at January 31, 2006 11:12 PM

I was wondering if a certain Chilean gentleman who is quite proficient in Israeli hand-to-hand might use you as a reference? I have an interview soon, and need one person I've known for at least 10 years.


And yes, I occasionally would visualize fat kids on the court, and smile during PT sessions. It just earned me *MORE* PT.

Posted by: Seth at February 2, 2006 05:12 PM

Of course.

Posted by: Joshua at February 3, 2006 09:45 AM