When the fine folks in Corporate Sales call and ask if I would swing out to Cold Stone, the dates, times, day of the week, and any other details don't matter. Yes I will go. Turns out it was in Painsville or Mentor (ice cream confuses me)
As it turns out I was right (as I normally am), nothing much mattered outside of me being at Cold Stone.
There was a bunch of stuff going on, including a birthday party (which was the reason I was there), a table with 6 people sitting outside eating ice cream (and 3 of them were named Brittany), and Ahmaad was taking photos like there was no tomorrow. And did I mention I was at Cold Stone.
So there I was at Cold Stone wrapping up my appearance when the ladies behind the counter invited me back (actually I jumped over the register) to make my own. Right there, at Cold Stone.
While behind the counter, at Cold Stone, I made myself a Rocky Road on a very cold stone (thus the name, me thinks).
Special thanks to whoever in Corporate Sales decided to make this appearance really count and invite me to attend, at Cold Stone. It was delicous.
Summer camping continues, today in Pepper Pike and Rocky River. Alliteration is appearantly all the rage.
I am testing the blog award panel to see if really short blogs by me will win awards. We all know my normal length win.....but do the blogs with less than 50 words?
It is summer camp time. That means hundreds of potential future Cavalier Players are learning hoop skills in gymnasiums across Ohio (and Pittsburgh). How fun.
I actually like the camps....I get to play hoops (typically I dominate, but I don't like to brag) with the kids and sign some autographs.
However, there is one downside.
While many of these kids could be potential future Cavalier Players....I thought about it today....some of these rugrats could end up as potential Wizards, Nets, Raptors, or Pistons. We are potentially training the enemy! And here I am acting all nice to them, giving them autographs and wristbands.....and some day they might come back, armed with the valuable insight FROM OUR CAMPS!
Of course this is an outrage.
At this time, I have no answers. No way to weed them out. No way to figure out who is the Manchurian Center of the future, let alone the less-friendly movie-spoof named Manchurian Point Guard.
Without the ability to pinpoint (and defeat) these potential enemeies of the future, I am forced to take photos with everyone. It's all fine until I realize that I could be hugging a young Kobe or Rasheed (gasp).
My String of Saturday walks is in tact, after last Saturday's Kidney Walk at Wendy Park at Whiskey Island.
It was a morning of discovery for me. I discovered that you can walk for Kidneys, that some people only have one kidney, and other people have someone elses kidney in them.
That's both amazing....and a little weird. I don't like to chew other people gum, so this is out of my "comfort zone". That said, if I ever need a kidney, I will start chewing other peoples gum and start looking for a match. Necessity is the mother of invention (and organ transplant acceptance).
I also discovered I can rock out the national anthem....as a conductor. Take a lookie-see and a listen. You are bound to discover I have skillz.
The Cavs CR Department is the best at what they do. And I don't just say that as some lame homer fan, the same way hundreds of fans in LA wear Kobe jerseys. It's not just that they are the CR Department on my team....it's that they are just that good.
One of the highlights of their efforts are Reading and Learning Centers. You may have seen some of theses during the finals in NBA commercials. It's actually done all over the league...but ours are awesome. And I don't just say that as some lame homer fan, the same way hundreds of fans in LA wear Kobe jerseys. It's not just that they are totally awesome centers here in Cleveland...it's that they are just that good.
Last week I was on hand to ceremoniously (and logistically) cut the ribbon to a new center in Lorian County, specifically in Elyria. The ribbon we cut was actually just like the ones cut around the league, it wasn't better in any way. Note: See how I don't think everything we do is better....I am totally unbiased.
Here are some photos from the Grand Opening of this amazing center, including me, the ribbon, and me laying the smackdown on Cavaliers CEO Len Komoroski in Connect Four (see photo at right).
Len is the finest CEO in the league. And I don't just say that as some lame homer fan, the same way hundreds of fans in LA wear Kobe jerseys. It's not just that he's our team CEO....it's that he's my boss and I think he really values a good fanny-kissing.
Len, you are also very handsome and smart (if handsomewise was a word, I would use it here). But that's just my totally unbiased opinion.
When the fine folks in Corporate Sales call and ask if I would swing out to Cold Stone, the dates, times, day of the week, and any other details don't matter. Yes I will go. Turns out it was in Painsville or Mentor (ice cream confuses me)
