I feel like I'm on the set of Grey's Anatomy or living Ichiro Sizuki's life during the prime of his career, or traded places with some random hard working always trying to ball short dude who lives in Seattle Washington. You may ask why? Or atleast you should. Now let's be honest who has ever been to Seattle Washington actually? I sure have not and do not actually think I ever, ever, ever want to go there. Basically the only thing I know about Seattle is it has got that huge building with a large point. They never ever win anything except for that one time the Seahawks had Sean Alexander and were almost good. And that it probably definitely rains there like all the time. I mean who hasn't heard that it rains in that city constantly? I think we all have. Whatever.
So I actually live in Broomall Pennsylvania. It is the best place in the world. Don't let anybody ever tell you any differently. Usually the last week in June always brings that really really hot spell where the humidity is crazy high and you can't go outside without thinking about breathing. But this years crazy hot humid thinking about breathing wave came, and it rained every single afternoon religiously around 4 o'clock. I have never seen this ever before. I hear stories about like oh yeah in Florida that daily afternoon thunderstorm rolls in and everybody knows it's coming and plans their schedule around it. I thought it was a myth. Yah know like the Lochness Monster. Everybody talks about it so much you just believe it. Well that is exactly what happened to us this past week!!! In Pennsylvania for Christ sake!! It was wild the thunderstorms were so violent I could tell my house was afraid of them just as much as I was because the power would go off before the storm even came through. Lightning struck like we were living in some far away land. And honestly it rained like we were under Niagra falls for 30 minutes and that is no joke. I've never seen it before in my life! And it was so annoying. I do not understand how Eddie Odio does it down there in the 305. I texted him today and he says he's all excited to head back to Miami and all but man how can you be happy to return to the nuisance of that constant afternoon thunderstorm. It's just so infuriating when it comes around. Ugh. Whatever.
Summer is indeed an awkward time for Walk On Nation. First of all we have to work actual jobs. While those scholarship athletes "are not allowed to work a summer job" because their job is to be up at school practicing and lifting and getting stipends from the NCAA/ school (who even knows where that money comes from anyway) to pay for their hard work. I don't know man last time I checked it was always good for a young kid to get a low paying job bussing tables or mopping floors etc. I don't know why the NCAA doesn't allow that. But that is neither here nor there. What's awkward is that I have to somehow keep all of you readers interested when nothing I have to say actually deals with the walk on life style or my life with fellow walk ons around campus. That'll come soon enough. But for now, hang with me, and I will open the gates to Walk On Nation with a swift, powerful stroke that none of you have ever experienced. Whatever.
Quick note. If your ever bored. Just take a listen to Jason Aldean's "My Kind of Party" album. It is magical in so many indescribable ways.
-SteveO
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