My name is SchrockStar and I am an asshole

There aren't too many nights in which it's my best friend's birthday and he comes over for poker and pre-gaming. There aren't too many nights DP is in town, nonetheless in the state. There aren't too many nights I agree to meet a stranger (whom I met online... yeah) for some beers at Broad Ripple. Needless to say, I was anticipating a fun night...
Anticipation turned into enthusiasm. Enthusiasm turned into fervor. And with a lil help from some spirits, fervor soon turned into recklessness that can only be sumed up as 'SchrockStar mode'. You know you're done when you're at that point in which you do something and everyone looks at you like "What's he gonna do next?". Somebody managed to pull the ol switcharoo on my vodka with a water bottle, and I didn't realize it until I finished the bottle and triumphantly claimed "See! I told ya'll I could drink the whole thing!"
I was belligerent before 11 and thus never made it out to the bars. I passed out, woke up, checked my phone, and found out everyone hates me.

no Colts, no problem

- AFC Championship game: Steelers @ Denver
- NFC Championship game: Steve Smith @ Seattle
- UNC vs FSU - the Seminoles had a shot at the buzzer to upset the Heels. I just wanted to see the crowd rush the court for the 8th time this week...
- KG vs. AI (39 points), a game that ended on Iguodala's off-balanced buzzer-beater, after a 19-point Philly deficit
- the Pistons (chasing the '96 Bulls for best record ever) almost got upset at the buzzer following a 43-point performance from T-Mac
- a 300+ point game in Phoenix that ended w/ a Ray Allen 30-footer at the buzzer
- and oh yea, Kobe dropped 81 on the hapless Raptors, 55 after half

All this following a Duke loss the day before, putting UConn at #1 when they visit Assembly Hall in 2 weeks.

Dee Brown got Dee-nied!

Turning my attention to the Pacers and Hoosiers now wouldn't be so depressing if
a.) Ron Artest wasn't insane and
b.) IU's head coach wasn't named Mike Davis
but alas they are and I'm doomed to root for teams destined for failure. I can't say I've ever lost my voice over a Colts game, but I have over high school basketball. What does that tell ya about where I live?? In 49 states it's just a game, but this is Indiana.

We been hot for a long time, burnin like a candle

T-minus 23 days

Guess who recently became an uncle...

Daniel Carrington - born January 3, 2006

My NYE weekend in Chicago

My roommate & I were planning on a New Years Eve party at our condo, but it was gaining meager interest so I made a few calls and discovered Indianapolis sucks on NYE (It only took me 23 years to figure that out) and the only logical thing to do was a roadtrip to Chi-town. So with a full cooler of beer, we headed north on I-65 at rushhour. We soon hit standstill traffic but entertainment was provided by some college girl and Nate exchanging numbers on the interstate highway ("Hey! What's your number? You're hot.") - which later proved to be the number of a terroristic family from Quebec. Less than an hour into the trip, everyone has to pee. We get off at the next exit and do our thang, but there's fuzz blocking the on-ramp. Apparently there's an accident holding up the traffic and we cannot re-enter I-65. So while driving thru Layfayette, we understandingly drink more. A few hours later, we arrive at Chicago, where I was brutally reminded why it's called the Windy City.
We spent a majority of the night at The Cubby Bear in Wrigleyville where some group called 'Mer' performed. They had a good track, and that was their opening song. Blech. I wish I'd been there a week earlier to see 17th Floor. And yet again, Nate is getting girls' numbers w/ lame game, but it's still sharper than what he's recieving: "My best friend's brother is the lead singer!" and "You're the hottest guy I've seen in Chicago!"
(Remind me to grow 4 more inches so I can become instantly "hot"). It seemed like every chick there was tryin to get laid that night, but I aint sayin they were all hostages - just horny.
Saturday night started off with an IU game, followed by some poker, then some karaoke, then some bottle poppin and Bizmark sinkin. Oh, and that whole countdown to '06 thing. Darren and I stopped by a Dunkin Doughnuts at 3am where some transvestites were obviously whoring themselves to any drunk fool looking for a good time. Ransom and Nate persuade me to catch a cab with them uptown to visit a lady-friend they met earlier that night. After getting buzzed in, the doorman says to us "tell her this is the LAST TIME" - a sure sign that we're going to see a prostitute, right? Nope, just a lot of champagne and tunes w/ some hot 20-year-olds. I don't remember at which point I passed out, but I do remember waking up to fun-bags McGee blowing some mary jane into my face; "Sweet sassy molassy - I'm up. I'm up!" My game at 6am isn't exactly akin to my game at 11pm, but it seemed like it was working. Turns out I was shamed earlier by some eyeliner, but didn't know it until the crazy cab driver said something.