Nate Ebner:

Sixth Round NFL Draft Pick by the New England Patriots
1.82 meters in height (or close) and 93.1 kg his numbers are:

4.55 second 40 yard dash time (tied for 38th, one of the top times at his position)
10'8 Broad Jump (7th)
3'3 Vertical (tied 9th)
6.59 second 3 cone drill (Top 3)
23 repetitions on the bench (tied for 83rd (out of about 200 participants), top at his position)
4.04 second 20 yard short shuttle (tied 15th).

Played three seasons of College Football and has a very solid background in Rugby. The man looks like an athletic monster and plays with an outrageous intensity. I wish him the best of luck (hoping he is a "superstar in the rough" and has a phenomenally productive season)!

I might have already posted about him, but I'm excited. Those numbers ^ are just "wow". Me thinks the NFL might do well to look into Rugby talent pools more often.

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I feel like I've reached a milestone: 1,000 page views.

Now on to 10,000.

Many thanks to those that peek every now and again.

You've left me little Time:

These things are lost, and I cannot seem to find them.
This failure should be noted, but perhaps this is my penance...

Then again, strangely enough, this might be your retribution.
Be wary these deeds because they may come back "ten fold".
Then again, it might not, this here and now is your reward...

So in response I will ask:

Should I play in the mud, after a rainy day in the backyard?
Perhaps I should just grab some holly for my ailments?
Or...
Should I take a vacation just like the family Robinson?
Perhaps I should take time to learn to play the alto saxophone?

I say nay.
Simply because.
And it is no good.

All things come to an end.
This life so full, filled with impermanence.
I will ask again, what is the point?

Perhaps there is none.
Perhaps there is plenty.
It matters not, but matters greatly.

There is a path of minimal expectation and it may be the best road:

Fully realizing the joy and beauty this world has to offer.
Yet knowing, just like a flower given to a pretty lady, that it will mold and decay.
Becoming something new and vibrant in its own right.

Power May

Time is flying in a futuristic car.
Speeding quickly and fervently.
I feel I can barely keep up.
Just have to keep my head level.
Arms bent at 90 degrees.
I'm tired.

Springtime

Isn't really here anymore is it?

Had a suggestion to post videos of myself doing different voices...Hrmmmm.

Almost done with one of those resolutions (woot), hint hint: May.

Don't wanna

Be sedated, or really anything along those lines.
I'm digging the way life is going, down that winding road, that seems so less curvy.
It's all good.
I'm out of bounds son, I won't be apart of this system.
Break it down to the West side, a Zef type of side...

That new day feeling

Chop me up.

Like JT, Timbaland, and Three 6 Mafia.

Let's get it going.

That part where you scream.

Kind of like Prince, except I'm not quite some black sweat.

More like geek sweat, but I'm a little sweet too.

Rock it right. Keep the peace and smile brightly.

May day, mayday, it's the new day.