The Greyhound
Matt Kiebus
Issue date: 4/29/08 Section: Sports
I'm back to Loyola, first time in four-and half-months, and it feels more like home than home itself. I ate Wendy's, I played a pick up basketball game at Boy's Latin, and I was not honored at the Intramural banquet, even though I wrote a phenomenal article on it. Frankly I'm disappointed, Eric I'm talking to you.
My parents greeted me at the airport, camera in hand, capturing my jet-lagged foolishness. I have tried to do every Jersey thing you can think of, I've bought pizza (not as good as Roma), started talking gangsta', consumed a few sub sandwiches, ate a nice juicy steak, cut people off while driving, disappointedly watched the Mets blow a game to the Phillies, and thankfully have not gelled my hair.
I slept until two p.m. on Monday, I still don't have a job or internship, and at this rate I'm going to be living at home until I'm 30 years old. In fact I fully expect it.
I now am able to watch sporting events; I have been home since Sunday and have stared at ESPN for the last four days. I have not seen Kenny Mayne yet, it upsets me.
Since I have been gone Darryl Strawberry of all people has joined the Sports New York booth, and the infamous Harold Reynolds is now a part of the SNY crew as well. The New Jersey Nets are still playing at the Meadowlands; and the Baltimore Orioles were in first place when my plane landed.
The night of my return to the USA none of my friends were near me, I stumbled upon the freshman facebook for the class of 2009, noticing my friends, enemies, people I have met recently, and the unfortunately few that I never met at Reefers.
It was a nostalgic trip; I went on to look at my past yearbooks and grew upset. I'm done with classes, technically I'm considered a senior, and I'm supposed to be career oriented. The real world is one year away and I'm terrified, as is 90 percent of the rest of the class of 2009, I hope.
While jobs and internships breathe down our necks, I pass the time by thinking about Luis Castillo hitting in the "two-hole" for the Mets. I am enraptured with Lute Olson recapturing his job with the THE University of Arizona Wildcats. The Buffalo Bills selected Leodis McKelvin from Troy State University with the 11th pick in the NFL draft, a classic example of a great combine leading to a high draft pick. I am sure Leodis has been tested plenty of times by the phenomenal receivers of the Sun Belt conference.
My parents greeted me at the airport, camera in hand, capturing my jet-lagged foolishness. I have tried to do every Jersey thing you can think of, I've bought pizza (not as good as Roma), started talking gangsta', consumed a few sub sandwiches, ate a nice juicy steak, cut people off while driving, disappointedly watched the Mets blow a game to the Phillies, and thankfully have not gelled my hair.
I slept until two p.m. on Monday, I still don't have a job or internship, and at this rate I'm going to be living at home until I'm 30 years old. In fact I fully expect it.
I now am able to watch sporting events; I have been home since Sunday and have stared at ESPN for the last four days. I have not seen Kenny Mayne yet, it upsets me.
Since I have been gone Darryl Strawberry of all people has joined the Sports New York booth, and the infamous Harold Reynolds is now a part of the SNY crew as well. The New Jersey Nets are still playing at the Meadowlands; and the Baltimore Orioles were in first place when my plane landed.
The night of my return to the USA none of my friends were near me, I stumbled upon the freshman facebook for the class of 2009, noticing my friends, enemies, people I have met recently, and the unfortunately few that I never met at Reefers.
It was a nostalgic trip; I went on to look at my past yearbooks and grew upset. I'm done with classes, technically I'm considered a senior, and I'm supposed to be career oriented. The real world is one year away and I'm terrified, as is 90 percent of the rest of the class of 2009, I hope.
While jobs and internships breathe down our necks, I pass the time by thinking about Luis Castillo hitting in the "two-hole" for the Mets. I am enraptured with Lute Olson recapturing his job with the THE University of Arizona Wildcats. The Buffalo Bills selected Leodis McKelvin from Troy State University with the 11th pick in the NFL draft, a classic example of a great combine leading to a high draft pick. I am sure Leodis has been tested plenty of times by the phenomenal receivers of the Sun Belt conference.
The USA is completely different than Rome, there are no more Bangladesh people trying to sell me "magic rocks," there are houses instead of strictly apartment buildings, and Primo's STILL SUCKS.
Abroad was outrageous, our normal nights are more ridiculous than my most absurd at Loyola. Senior year is around the corner, while it is unfortunate that it is my last year on the Evergreen campus, I promise to write real hard-hitting articles, I am excited for Intramural flag-football, pick up basketball, messing with countless freshmen and enjoying the last year that my parents have to pay for.
I am excited for Loyola athletics: soccer team, after this season, if you don't win a NCAA championship I'll be disappointed. Greyhound basketball, I know you're young, but the expectations are high, show us a post-season appearance, I beg of you.
Loyola baseball, oh wait we don't have a team.
I was told we are probably changing our name to Loyola University, thanks for not distinguishing ourselves from the other three Loyola's across the States; we totally appreciate it (sarcastic).
To all my readers, all 5.4 of you, I thank you for continually dealing with my terrible grammar and stream of consciousness writing, the fact that people read what I have to say continues to amazes me.
This summer act as men and women for others and live the Jesuit ideals.
Actually visit the Jersey shore, laugh at everyone wearing sleeveless shirts, and if you see a clown trying to surf and failing miserably, that would be me, send your salutations.
Enjoy the break; I'll catch you around the corner.
Abroad was outrageous, our normal nights are more ridiculous than my most absurd at Loyola. Senior year is around the corner, while it is unfortunate that it is my last year on the Evergreen campus, I promise to write real hard-hitting articles, I am excited for Intramural flag-football, pick up basketball, messing with countless freshmen and enjoying the last year that my parents have to pay for.
I am excited for Loyola athletics: soccer team, after this season, if you don't win a NCAA championship I'll be disappointed. Greyhound basketball, I know you're young, but the expectations are high, show us a post-season appearance, I beg of you.
Loyola baseball, oh wait we don't have a team.
I was told we are probably changing our name to Loyola University, thanks for not distinguishing ourselves from the other three Loyola's across the States; we totally appreciate it (sarcastic).
To all my readers, all 5.4 of you, I thank you for continually dealing with my terrible grammar and stream of consciousness writing, the fact that people read what I have to say continues to amazes me.
This summer act as men and women for others and live the Jesuit ideals.
Actually visit the Jersey shore, laugh at everyone wearing sleeveless shirts, and if you see a clown trying to surf and failing miserably, that would be me, send your salutations.
Enjoy the break; I'll catch you around the corner.
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