I don’t know if any of you noticed, but the NCAA tournament is over. And like last year, only one other person entered my blog pool. And like last year, that person beat me. Creamed me. I did awful this year. Who beat me? Kevin Albert. And as promised, here’s my post to say just why Kevin Albert is so awesome. (Besides the face that he humors me by entering my blog pool each year, thereby helping me avoid feeling like a complete and utter loser.) Kevin is awesome because:
He gets to do fancy CSI type stuff with computers, figuring out how people are trying to delete their information so that they don’t have to go to jail. (At least that’s how I understand it.) This makes Kevin pretty much the Anti-Enron, which ought to be developed into a superhero name of some sort. Unron. Yeah. Kevin is Unron the Magnificent.
He took weight training with me in high school about 85 times. Really, it’s a miracle that I didn’t bulk up and turn into Sylvester Stallone with all that weight training. Or maybe not. I seem to recall Kevin and I cheating our way through the darn flexibility test, spending like a half hour stretching our calves before we had to take it. I hate flexibility.
He could beat me in a foot race against a bear. Or a mountain lion. Or John Candy. Of course, so could most people.
He was the only one of my high school friends to successfully watch all five films of my graduation party: Stupid Movie Fest. What did we watch? Hmm . . . I know we watched The Jerk and Blues Brothers. And I remember we ended up with It Could Happen to You, a movie that didn’t really fit in with the theme (obviously), but which I think we watched because by that time we’d consumed enough sugar to make War and Peace look like a Mel Brooks movie. What were the other two? Spaceballs? Blazing Saddles? Young Frankenstein? Kev, if you read this, some help would be nice here. Becky? Do you remember? You were there for some of it, too.
He kept me from going off the deep end of the drama/band geek scene. It’s good to be grounded sometimes.
He made a good racing competitor for driving home from the movies.
He was also an excellent movie commentator, single-handedly helping me make Chain Reaction not a complete waste of my time. “And his disguise was complete.”
I think that’s about enough praising of Kevin for this year. Gotta hold some stuff back for next year, when he beats me again. Congratulations, Kevin. I salute you!