I got the call at 5:31 Monday night.
“Would you like to throw out the first pitch tomorrow night?”
“I don’t think that’s something I can say ‘no’ to,” I replied.
Throwing out the first pitch was never on my radar for the sheer impossibility of it happening to me. But here I was with an opportunity of a lifetime thanks to Northwestern alumni getting the most tickets for BigTen Night.
Continue reading 9/12/17 – That Time I Threw Out the First Pitch
If only Salesforce was around to help me with my dating adventures years ago. Yesterday was the second stop on the Salesforce World Tour. A colleague and Salesforce evangelist notified me of the event a few weeks ago. Like a teen preparing for a junior high dance, I texted colleagues that had been before one crucial question: What should I wear?
The consensus was comfortable shoes. The event was held at McCormick Place. For those who haven’t been, it is massive. My previous power walking experience there was covering the Chicago Auto Show. Fortunately, this event was limited to one part of the convention space.
Continue reading Salesforce World Tour – Drinking the Kool-Aid
I am not a good golfer. Whatver skills I do have on the golf course are on par with my prowess at nearly all other sports. (Par remains a distant goal.)
Watching others play golf can be a study in patience, control, consistency and fluid movement. Watching me play golf is often a class on slapstick with rare flourishes of mastery. If there is a tree, I will hit it. Not because I was aiming at the tree, but simply because it is there. Continue reading Swinging for the Trees
If voting is your civic duty, what does that make volunteering to work the polls on election day?
“Thank you for your service.” That’s what a few voters said as the exited the empty middle school gymnasium.
I didn’t really think of it as service. We were being paid a flat rate of $175 in exchange for our labor. When I first saw the sum I thought of how many al pastor burritos that would buy (16). Watching my stocks undulate like a fish performing its mating dance, this was the closest thing to a get rich quick scheme I could find. It’s more of a get teen rich excruciatingly slowly sort of scheme. Continue reading Democracy (In)Action
Driving to my grandparent’s house as a kid–well, I wasn’t the one doing the driving–my mom would ask my sister and I which house was our favorite. I don’t remember when we selected the houses, but I know that every time my mom drove along the curved street approaching my grandparents’ house my sister and I would stir to look out the window to identify our homes. The street was lined with unique Tudors and Victorians. We would pass a really long home brown home that had a bowling alley and was haunted. (This info was provided by our mom and confirmed by my aunt and cousins). My sister’s house was first. Then a few houses down was mine. It was a blue Victorian with a wrap-around porch and basketball hoop. Continue reading Memory Lane – Wednesday Wanderings
Lazy summer Saturdays are gone. Saturdays are now occupied by college football traditions like early drives to campus, cracking open beers at 8AM, agreeing to just one more round of flip cup, deciding which shirt will be lucky this season, eating potentially under cooked meat and reconnecting with alumni friends you haven’t seen for a year.
Whether you cheer for your alma mater or a school you have a weird allegiance to but didn’t attend, college football unites the masses. That is unless you root for Ohio State. Then everyone hates you.
I didn’t anticipate renewing my Northwestern season tickets this year. Last year was rough to watch and I was in the process of buying my first house. The tickets are one of the cheapest in the BigTen, but I knew I might have more pressing expenses. For weeks, I dodged calls from the Athletics department. The calls and emails suspiciously stopped one day. My girlfriend instructed me via email to confirm my new address with Athletics. Knowing I was on the fence about the tickets, she renewed them as a house-warming gift. Continue reading College Football Traditions: NU vs. ND
“Things are only worth what someone will pay for them.” That’s what I heard from my grandpa and mom growing up. The problem lies in when what you want and what someone else is willing to pay don’t intersect.
My lone attempt at selling something on Craigslist was unloading a bike years ago. I had asked for $10 which I thought conveyed the bike’s quality. To supplement this info, I added three pictures proving there were two wheels and a pedal/gear situation to move the buyer forward. I received an email asking for more details on the bike. What else was there to know? Continue reading How to Sell Used Appliances