Winter Broage

So. We've been away from class for a while, which for most of us means away from case and away from our fellow brobies for nearly a month. We're reconnecting with our old friends from back home and, if you're anything like I am, putting up the wall between all things school-related and all things home-related. We don't do it to be hurtful, its just the way things usually work out. Usually.

Today I'm going to tell you about the biggest damn bro that ever walked the earth, Mr. Michael "Saylor Moon" Saylor, and what he did to keep the Goby blood flowing over the holidays.

Picture this: I've spent another late night riding my exercise bike while playin' me some Halo (before you know it you've been riding for like two hours and those headshots keep comin!). It gets to be about 3am or so and I feel like hitting some upper body because it just doesn't hurt enough, y'know? Sooos I do some more and the adrenaline rush or whatever hits me and keeps me awake until about 6:30 in the morning.

My phone, which I keep under my pillow as an alarm to make sure I wake up by at least noon or 1, goes off at 9 in the freaking morning. For the uneducated that's about 2.5 hours of sleep, and it sucks. I look at the phone- "Mike Saylor (Slide to Answer)". Well... shit. I can't just rightly ignore him. "Hello?" "Brady we are going to Fallingwater and you should come with us." "No thanks, I got... uh... family." Hung up. Put my head down on my pillow.

Wait a minute.

Called him back. "What the dick is Fallingwater? When are you going?" "It's a really famous house by Frank Lloyd Wright and we are getting a tour and we are going for a tour at 12 and we will come pick you up!" "Oh. Ok I'll go."

Damned if this guy doesn't drive a whole hour across Pittsburgh to pick my ass up from my house with no less than three incredibly attractive females, each with their own sorta aura of chill.And apparently two of them play ultimate.

Long story short, I got to go on this bomb-ass road trip to go run around this pimp-ass house with this thug-ass bro and his hot-ass hoochies. Pretty much a perfect day and the Penguins haven't even beaten the Islanders yet-(although Winter Classic 24/7 is on HBO at like the same time, decisions decisions!)

The moral is- even when you are killing yourself doing your workouts and training this winter break, remember that you aren't just doing it for "The Team". You're doing it for your brothers. So take some time out and keep those spiritual bonds you've been forming these last couple months (or years, or decades-Knab) alive. Check up on your teammates and see how they're gettin by. Maybe even do a little sumthin-sumthin with them if you can make some time. You can bring all your muscle, all your speed, and all your cardio back from break, but it will go to waste if you can't bring your heart back to your team.

Side note- I'd post some pictures but blogspot still basically tells me to eat shit every time I pick a picture to upload.