So this guy I went to school with just posted a status on Facebook saying Happy Fathers day to his dad, and saying “Thank you for teaching me how to be a man”.
Now the funny part is, this is the same kid that I watched on Friday struggle to set up a tent - he didn’t know what the stakes were for, didn’t know how to use the stakes, and was bitching that the bin containing the stakes was too heavy for him to carry (I ended up carrying it until he manned up). So yeah, real manly there, buddy.
So guys, just heard George Pettit might be becoming a firefighter in Hamilton.
This makes me sad, I just want Alexis back.
Time to go set some shit on fire in Hamilton this summer? Sure.
"In the world of sports writing, eulogies for teams ending their season are written as tongue in cheek dark comedy pieces, and are typically worth your time as they allow some closure. In real life, however, eulogies for people never fully allow for closure. They don’t highlight the ups and downs of a season, but rather a life. They don’t poke fun at struggle, but rather embrace it in tragedy. They don’t get an ending period followed by a three month off season and a capital letter when training camp opens. Instead they are statements grander than this, they are celebrations of life much greater than a profession. For as tragic as the passing of Kristians might be, the goal moving forward has to be about celebration of life, of passion, of a job well done, of a life stopped way too short."
Kristians Pelss, The Story You Never Want To Write Or Read (via nikolaikhabibulin)
