Luckily I was blessed with a best friend named Merrill who is just about the exact same as me at almost everything we do. We tend to offset perfectly. We trade off W's when we play basketball and football. We are are deuce at tennis and stalemate in chess (though I can't remember the last time we played).
We practically based our friendship off of girls and sports. Two things we loved even if Merrill wasn't always vocal about his little crushes. I, on the other hand was more than vocal about it. Maybe that's why I didn't get my first girlfriend until I was 21... Anywho. Growing up we would go to school, talk sports, see who was looking particularly good that day, go home, play anything (mostly basketball), homework (merrill), eat and play more sports. We lived to compete and since we were both decent we pushed each other (in both senses of the word).
Now we are two college students who are finishing our degree's, some sooner than others (Merrill... of course) and both married to wonderful women, who both don't have the burning desire to switch on a game, or listen to sports talk radio, or care too much for sports in general. We are very lucky that they let us get our need for sports out every time we are together. Although we can both feel the proverbial eye roll when we start watching and/or talking about sports. Whenever we are together we get into this zone where we talk about anything and everything that is going on in the world of sports. It's kinda like when you are dating a girl and you're out with her and she see's an old friend and they run up to each other and are so excited to see each other to catch up. Your girlfriend introduces you but those six words, "I'm Bradley, nice to meet you." is all you say for the next half of an hour. This has got to be how our wives feel when we are together. Good thing they are alike in many ways and like each other or Merrill and I may never actually get to see each other.
Merrill and I grew up together. He moved into my neighborhood in the summer before the 8th grade. He was a scrawny scraggly looking kid with less fat on his bones than an antelope skeleton after being chased down by a couple hungry lions during a drought.... little much? My point is; that kid was/is skinny.
Top: Me in the red, Merrill to the left and our other best friend Drew to the right in the LP shirt.
Middle: Merrill middle and myself to the left and Drew again to the right (at Merrill's wedding)
Bottom: Your's truly in the middle and merrill on the left there and what have you, Drew still hanging on the right with Quinn between us.
Top: Me in the red, Merrill to the left and our other best friend Drew to the right in the LP shirt.
Middle: Merrill middle and myself to the left and Drew again to the right (at Merrill's wedding)
Bottom: Your's truly in the middle and merrill on the left there and what have you, Drew still hanging on the right with Quinn between us.
We practically based our friendship off of girls and sports. Two things we loved even if Merrill wasn't always vocal about his little crushes. I, on the other hand was more than vocal about it. Maybe that's why I didn't get my first girlfriend until I was 21... Anywho. Growing up we would go to school, talk sports, see who was looking particularly good that day, go home, play anything (mostly basketball), homework (merrill), eat and play more sports. We lived to compete and since we were both decent we pushed each other (in both senses of the word).
Now we are two college students who are finishing our degree's, some sooner than others (Merrill... of course) and both married to wonderful women, who both don't have the burning desire to switch on a game, or listen to sports talk radio, or care too much for sports in general. We are very lucky that they let us get our need for sports out every time we are together. Although we can both feel the proverbial eye roll when we start watching and/or talking about sports. Whenever we are together we get into this zone where we talk about anything and everything that is going on in the world of sports. It's kinda like when you are dating a girl and you're out with her and she see's an old friend and they run up to each other and are so excited to see each other to catch up. Your girlfriend introduces you but those six words, "I'm Bradley, nice to meet you." is all you say for the next half of an hour. This has got to be how our wives feel when we are together. Good thing they are alike in many ways and like each other or Merrill and I may never actually get to see each other.
We aren't really sure why we are doing this blog but we wanted a forum for us to get our thoughts out so we thought we would spare our wives from having to listen to endless hours of our meaningless banter about why Tebow should or shouldn't on the Jets or why Steve Nash is still the man. We thought this would be an appropriate release for the two of us. So honestly if there is anyone out there, cool. Enjoy.
Average White Kid: Bradley
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