I’m sitting here watching Rocky II. It just started, and I only find myself continuing to watch because it was on this channel for the last two hours as I watched Rocky.

Great Line Alert:

At the hospital, as Rocky sits in a wheelchair, all cut up from the first fight, a reporter shoves a microphone in his face. She blurts out, “Rocky, do you have brain damage?” The always verbose Rock replies, “I don’t see none.”

Incredible cinema there AMC.

Actually, the first Rocky is one of the best sports movies of all time. It’s hard to beat Bull Durham or Days of Thunder or Tin Cup, but it’s up there. It’s been almost 35 years since it came out and it’s still right up there.

AMC actually has another good movie coming out that I didn’t realize was that old. Silence of the Lambs actually freaked my ass out when I first saw it, and now it’s 20 years later and it’s still crazy good.

Twenty years? Fuck. Next thing you’ll tell me Tu Pac has been dead for 15 years.

What?

Shit. Life goes on, I guess.

So I’ll just go on and wait for the next thing to make me feel older. But you know what won’t? This weekend.

I’d normally be working since it’s a football Saturday and I get to do a lot of football stuff at work, but this takes precedence.

WAIT.

Another Great Line Alert:

Rocky just got married. Him and Adrian just said their vows and kissed, and they’re starting to walk away to head out of the church and the guy Rocky was a strong-arm for in the first movie stops him. He asks what Rocky cleared from the fight and what he’s doing to do with his money next.

Rocky: “I don’t know. Ain’t decided.”

Loan Shark: “Well you need to do something with it. You should do something legit, something that isn’t going to get tied up ever.”

Rocky: “Ya.”

Loan Shark: “I got a deal for you. I got a line on getting some money into some condominiums, it’s safe as can be.”

Rocky, all serious and looking around to see if anyone can hear: “I ain’t never used them before.”

Academy, please reconsider.

Anyway, so this weekend, I’m heading home. Actually, I’ll only be home for a few hours really, as most of the day Saturday we’ll be in southern Wisconsin for the Warrior Dash. It’s 3.08 miles of mud and fun. There’s obstacles and beer and turkey legs and everyone who does it gets a pair of Viking horns and a medal (yeah, it’s like we’re fucking 8 years old and we’re all winners. Gay.)

I’m stoked. We signed up a year ago to do it and it’s been like waiting for fucking Christmas.

I’m a bit down though because I haven’t found anything good to wear. A lot of people dress up and do cool costumes. I know at least a couple friends who lost bets who have to wear dresses, and a couple others who are going as the Road Warriors.

I guess I’ll just be the fat kid who doesn’t have the cool stuff to wear. Again, 8 years old. FML. Nothing came together for me, and I didn’t lose a bet so I don’t HAVE to wear a dress, so I’m not sure what I’ll end up with. But either way it’s going to be an interesting weekend.

Hopefully, it’ll be one that I can remember in 20 years and say, “Fuck. It’s really been that long?” All the good ones are like that.

Kind of like Rocky.