
Am I a fan of the Indianapolis Colt's because my name is Colt................... ABSOLUTELY!!!







Today was my first day back in physical therapy. I woke up 5 hours earlier then I normal would to make my 9 a.m. appointment at Apex Sports Therapy. I didn't have time to eat, so I almost passed out on my 15 minute cycle warm up (key word: WARM UP). It was great to see the people I worked with before and get a sense of my physical limitations at this point. Still at 25% weight baring on my left foot, but able to use light exercise bands to work my ankle for the time being. Everyone says the ankle looks great (as far as swelling and scaring) and that I should have a 100% recovery. So since I got the OK to workout the rest of my body, it looks like I'll be getting my summer figure back after all. Now I just gotta work on the tan. "See you at the gym dude" 
I get an email and I'm thinking it's gonna be another dumb youtube link email or a stupid attachment. Well, I was right! It was a stupid attachment of this photo (above) and my friend telling me what my beard looks like. I laughed at first but then it started to effect me. I've been called fire crotch face before, but I didn't really get the visual until now. So since my injury is taking forever and I'm not liking this beard as much as before, I might just break down from my little self bet and shave sooner then expected. Will that balance out the National Debt or help you in anyway, NO!!! But it is another small form of drama that I get to deal with to kill 20 minutes of my day. Awesome. The debate to shave will continue...
A few weeks ago, my friend took himself to the El Camino hospital ER (same hospital I went for my shoulder separation) because he wasn't feeling to well. Fearing it might be a serious allergic reaction, he had no choice but to bite the bullet without health insurance. Within hours he was let go from the hospital with little or no treatment at all. He would soon learn there is nothing little in the ER.
If you don't know who John Cardiel is, then learn about him. John Cardiel is one of the few names that will stand out in skateboarding's history forever. After watching Epicly Later'd (A documentary movie on him) I've learned how truly gnarly John Cardiel really was. I always saw him killing bowls, ramps, parks, and street, but his best quality in skateboarding is his passion and drive to skate and destroy. He lives and breathes skating and that's the drive we all need.
I was with my dad all summer (circa 1993) traveling the nation when we stopped in Sun Valley Idaho for a week or so. A longtime friend of my dads had this board and let me use it for the time we stayed in Sun Valley. 10 years later my dad's friend gave me this board. It instantly brought back memories of 2 mile long tick tac's and endless cruising positions. Thanks Pete
This post was going to be about my future boot. Which one I might be wearing and how both suck to wear. But after my many attempts to photograph these two boots with my new G9 Canon camera, I failed to produce a good photo. I won't blame my (lack of) lighting system. A good photographer can't blame anything but himself. So I sit here in frustration looking at this poor photo and think why is this a post? Are you really just going to settle for this? What is the meaning of life? Quit asking dumb questions! So long story short, this upcoming Wednesday (9/3/08) I hopefully will be walking in one of the two boots. The black one looks cooler, the grey one is more functional.