My Name's Ryan P and I'm Back From The Dead

Chillin at the beach, down at club med.

Holy good god I finally got some time to get back on this blog and write stuff no one cares about but makes me feel like I have friends... even if they are all just porn ads from girls like Keyla and Krystal on MySpace.

Terre Haute is quite awesome, and by quite awesome I mean awesome in a way that Battlefield Earth was awesome. I'm surrounded by hilljacks, Mathletes (they have a math camp during training camp at Rose-Hulman), and dudes that are a lot bigger and make more money from their signing bonus than I will in my lifetime. But the good news??? I get to see them NAKED!

Yeah, thats right... I've seen a lot of million dollar dorks so far. I somehow got the distinct priveledge of being the weigh in guy. So every morning I wake up early, get dressed in my cute colts gear, grab the computer and hang out in the locker room. It kind of makes me feel like the asian dude in that "You wouldn't make it in the NFL" commercial.

Another exciting duty of mine is I transport the players to and fro practice. Anthony McFarland has become a good friend of mine and tends to choose my cart. I think it is because I feed him cookies and milk on the way down. He likes to say, "whats crackin homey?" I still don't know what these silly football players mean with their hip hop lingo, but i smile and nod. Too bad he went down and is probably out for the season...

I have also gotten very good at driving back and forth from Terrible Haute to Indy. When a player gets hurt they have me and another dude drive them down to get MRI's and whatnot from this place in Indy. Oh the coversations! They are... well... not that exciting. Most players have more technology on their belts than Batman and NASA with their two cell phones, a sidekick, and iPod that they spend most of the time doing whatever they can to pass time.

Regardless of how I write this, I am actually having a blast and am going to be sad when it is over. I know you guys worry about me but don't worry, I'm eating good, saying please and thank you, and am always remembering to flush. I have a lot of little stories but they really aren't blog material because they are only funny in the way that my dad chuckles at cats falling off TV sets on Funniest Animal Videos.

When I'm not dead tired and have something interesting to write I will post again. One love.

Make that two and kiss my grits... noooooooch.

Diesel Out.