TheRealDookie

Subpar blogging by The R.D........... not at all Notorious, but his waistline is getting kind of B.I.G.

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Monday, August 27, 2007

C-Notes

“If I should die before I wake…..”

There has been a TON of web traffic over the years on the lame “hundred things to do before I die” blog list. In fact, the R.D. has seen a ton of it lately. I saw a recent blog of a friend of a friend actually go through the entire hundred, and Ceej has recently penned a more sensible top-ten list. Girl, don’t lament not being able to list the full hundred, it’s a waste of time and web space. My life is not a hundred bottles of beer on the wall song, and I don’t want it to be. For those of you who were wondering, here’s how yours truly would approach a “hundred things” list.

1. I’ll skip the TMI and simply state that I have accomplished at least five of the “intimacy-related” things on my list.

2. This leaves me needing to compile a list of 95 things left to accomplish in life. However, I object to this, because it’s too much like Martin Luther’s 95 theses. I’m not going to give in to that reformationist Protestant bullshit. So, I am cutting #95 off my list in protest.

3. This leaves me with 94 things left to accomplish in life. However, I’d like to state that my life is at least (and hopefully) a quarter over, and I know that those years haven’t been wasted. In fact, I’d venture to guess that I’ve done at least 30 unique leisure and entertainment-type things already that the average person would put on their list. For instance, betcha didn’t know I’ve already a) appeared in a dance recital, b) been a witness in court, c) driven 70 miles per hour over the posted speed limit (that’s right, the speed limit over the speed limit), and d) sat in a luxury box during the NBA playoffs.

4. This leaves me with 64 things left to accomplish. But, I bet on the average person’s list, at least 10 things relate to the conquest of the opposite sex. (i.e., I’d like to be with a white/black, tall/short, fat/skinny, acrobatic/handicapped partner). As I am in a committed relationship, I am leaving such nonsense off my list because it offends my ever-vigilant efforts to be monogamous.

5. This leaves me with 54 things left to accomplish. However, the average person always has about 15 academic-based regrets they want to remedy in life. I have already done these things correctly the first time up, so I am omitting them from my list. For instance, I have more than enough schooling to never wish to go back to school. I have a professional license. I talked back to my mean 1st grade teacher (I brought a fake credit card in to class, and when she told me I was in trouble, I pulled out the card and told her I’d charge my way out of trouble – it was awesome). I got something of mine published. Mission accomplished.

6. This leaves me with 39 things left to accomplish. But, John Q. Public has at least 15 ownership-related things on his list which I have already accomplished. I’ve already bought my own car. I’ve already bought my own home. I own several of those pennies from World War II that were not made of copper due to the war effort. I have a Disney Dollar. Suffice it to say, all my materialistic-based goals have been met.

7. This leaves me with 24 things to take care of before I die. However, the average person has at least 5 alcohol-related goals on their list. Because I went to an American law school, I am sure that I have already accomplished all of these drinking-based goals and do not wish to revisit the morning that followed such achievements.

8. This leaves me with a list of 19 things to do before I die. Notice, though, that the average person has 10 travel-based tasks on their list. I am confident that I have already been there, done that. Literally. For instance, I’ve been to a centuries-old cathedral. I’ve stayed in an Italian villa. I’ve been to Bourbon Street and all the NYC monuments. I’ve floated in the waters of the Caribbean. In fact, I’ve even been to the mecca of the world, West Memphis, Arkansas.

9. This leaves me with 9 things to do before the end. However, the average Joe has at least 5 celebrities on his list that he wants to meet before he dies. While I must admit I haven’t really met any celebrities, unless you count Justice Scalia or Misty Blue, the 1980s female wrestling star, this list of celebrities has to remain static throughout one’s life. For instance, while five or six years ago I sure would have wanted to meet Britney Spears, I think it might be one of my life’s goals now to stay as far away from her as possible. So, I am cutting these off my list because I don’t know which celebrities I’ll meet, although I’m confident that I’ll meet at least five big ones in the years to come.

10. This leaves me with 4 things to do before the end. But, note that most people have at least 3 food-related goals in life. Based on my ever-fluctuating waistline, and past buffet prowess, I can testify that I have reached all of these goals, and then some.

11. This leaves me with one thing left to do in life:

Go to bed.

Check.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Requiem for an Appetite

"I reach my peak, I can't speak/ Call my ni**a Chic, tell him that my will is weak..."

I coulda been a contender. Or at least, that's what I think. Now I know how every veteran athlete feels when he realizes he's lost a step, but can't find it in himself to hang up the cleats. I'm speaking, of course, of my athletic prowess at buffet eating.

In my younger days, I used to be the up there with the best of them. I'd hit up the Chinese or pizza buffet in my city, and go to town. Four or five trips, not counting dessert or drink refills would be an average performance for me. I'd leave sickeningly full, disgusted with myself, and about to explode, but also lighter than air with the realization that I'd far out-eaten my five or six buck entrance fee and maybe even amazed a cost-concious manager or two. But those days, my friends, are long gone.

Of course, I still THINK I've got the hunger to make one more run at the title. Lately, I'll roll into some barbecue joint or chinese buffet with more excitement than a fan on opening day, with more useless talk than Peyton Manning at the line of scrimmage, with eyes as wide as saucers, and Gotham is agog as I dream of my glory days. But alas........I peter out quicker than Jim in American Pie as I get impotently full midway through my second plate. Then, I give up. What's the use in going up one more time? It used to be my midway point, but now it would just be me publicly showing off my failure.

I look at my eating-self right now, and I see Michael Jordan in a Wizards uniform.

So, you've gotta be asking, "Why don't you just hang it up and move on, R.D.? Why not just give up and stop all-you-can-eating yourself into misery?" Because, it's all I was born and bred to do. It's my calling, and my love. I don't want to wake up one day, open my front door, and utter the immortal last words of Ray Liotta in Goodfellas,

"I'm an average nobody....I get to live the rest of my life as a schnook."

And so, my quest continues for that one more meaningful performance, that last championship performance, that final George Foreman knockout (actually, he's a really good analogy for this post) that will help soften the blow into retirement, and ultimately, obscurity.....

Hey, an athlete can dream, can't he?