Now that Floyd Money Mayweather has officially called it quits (again), an earnest pursuit for the pound-for-pound king can begin. And it is not a moment too soon. For all his talent, Mayweather stopped taking tough fights years ago and was more concerned with making it rain in crowded areas than challenging other top level fighters (ie Antonio Margarito and… Continue

I'm a little upset at the moment after sneaking out of the office a few minutes early to make it to my job at Knot, Just a Bar on time, and being called off for the fourth - maybe fifth time. I can officially say I am not making nearly as much money as I usually do in the summer as of yet, so I'm hoping that business picks up. Unfortunately with interning I do not have the option to work more hours in the week, which I wish I did because that would solve a lot of my problems. Plus, I enjoy it. H… Continue

One of my weaknesses is that I’m a rambler. No that’s not a reference to the fact that I used to be a Boyne City Rambler (haha). But instead, a reference to the fact that I have a hard time getting to the point. For example, I work for Knot, Just a Bar as a server as well. It was raining the other day so I thought I might call ahead and see if I was going to be called off. It wasn’t due to my lack of ambition to work, I just didn’t want to drive up there and be sent home with gas prices the way… Continue

I am in a bad mood today. It isn't helped by the fact I have to read and listen to right wing "commentators" today, like Glenn Beck, O'Reilly, Hannity and Rushy. I would love to meet this morons and just spit in their faces. Hey, they act all tough, let's see what they do with an angry, fairly large, man spits in their face. I bet like all bullies they back down and start crying. Better yet, put me in a cage match with all three of them. No rules. Yeah, that would be fun. Plus it would help me… Continue

I was referred to as “the little intern” the other day by someone who may be four years older than me, maybe. My response was, “Did you seriously just call me ‘the little intern’?” It's not just at work, but everywhere I go I am mistaken for a 17 year old. I'm not sure why that is. Experience wise, I suppose the name makes sense though. But still, it’s kind of the same way I feel when a young waitress walks up to the table and says, “And what can I get for you hun?” Not just hun, but sweetie or… Continue