We're Just A Little Bit Lost Inside Our Houses. We're Just A Little Unkept Out In The Steets...

Mates Of State - Blue And Gold Print

This is a live video, so the sound isn't perfect, but it's still pretty good, and it's a great song, so it's worth it. When I marry Regina Spektor, we too are going to form a magical musical duo, and we're going to be even better than Mates Of State. Truth.


So I'm being lame tonight. Don't judge me. My amiga is coming over and we're watching Sex and the City the Movie, because I love both the show, and the movie. That's how I roll.

And it's great, because I've been meaning to meet up with this girl for the past few months, and it's never happened, but then we discovered yesterday that we have a class together, and we made plans. So excited!


Also, this is the most inspirational article ever. Mitch, you're my boy. For real real.


But really, this post is to tell you about what happened at practice yesterday, and I somehow forgot to mention it yesterday. So we're chillaxing in the training room, and after all the players had gotten set up for treatment and whatnot, we were just hanging about.

So we say to ourselves (yes, collectively), "let's cup eachother!!" Now, yes, that sounds kind of dirty, but if you're aware of the practice of cupping, then it's not quite as weird.

Now that Wikipedia article is slightly different from what we were doing. Our's didn't involve any heat, but it did involve a super intense vacuum pump. So the picture that they show of a person's back a day after treatment pales in comparison to what my back looks like. I have several large, raised welts, and they're all a deep deep purple. It's real gross.

Now we do sometimes do this for actual treatment sake. It's super old school, as I'm sure you've figured out, but a few of our athletes swear by it. Most hate it, because it leaves round hickies on your skin for days, but if you can get past that, sometimes it helps.

But basically what I'm saying is that my back is real gross. Real real gross.