Sunday, June 26, 2005

Congratulations to the National Champion Texas Longhorns
It's now 4:45 p.m. and I'm taking a break to catch the end of the Texas baseball game.

By the way, I hope both of my readers enjoy the new template.
It's a little after 8:30 a.m. on Sunday morning. I have to spend several hours at work today helping another associate with a fairly large matter than recently entered our doors. Needless to say, I am not thrilled about spending my Sunday at the office.

Oh well. It will make up for some of the time I missed while at the seminar in Austin earlier this month.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Okay, something funky is going on with the posting format. I'll investigate and get back to you.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

It's a good thing I'm not much of a betting man.

So far, I've called every game of the College World Series wrong.

First, Texas beats Baylor (somewhat suprising, as Baylor pretty much owned Texas during the regular season). Then, Tulane, the #1 team in the country, loses to Texas. Next, Tulane goes up 7-0 on Baylor, only to squander the lead. Finally, Texas secures its dominance by beating Baylor again with a homerun in the bottom of the 9th by the leadoff batter who had previously messed up his shoulder during the game and had comitted a crucial Texas error.

Thankfully, the only wager I had was on the Tulane v. Baylor game. I now have to take a partner to lunch. Just doesn't seem right, does it?

Monday, June 20, 2005

At six o'clock tonight, Texas and Tulane will meet in the College World Series.

Who to cheer for?

It's a dilemma so few alumni ever face.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

I didn't get in. Neither did my wife, my sister-in-law, my sister-in-law's boyfriend, or my training buddy.

What gives?

Now I'm thinking about this one.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Whenever I discuss my jogging endeavors, people routinely ask me how I started running long-distances. (This question is usually preceded by "why do you run long distances," an inquiry I am not sure I can adequately answer.) It seems they want to hear of some momentous occasion that prompted my three-hour treks down the pavement.

The truth is not that grand.

As I neared the start of my senior year in college, I was at the peak of what is now affectionately referred to as my “fat phase.” At 5’11’’, I weighed around 235-240 pounds. I ate lots of fast food, smoked on a daily basis, drank too much beer, and rarely exercised.

Simply put, I was in bad shape.

So one day I woke up and decided it was time to improve my health. I threw away all the junk food, gave up alcohol and cigarettes, and started walking everywhere. I made a point to hit the gym everyday, mostly for cardio workouts. I started eating better and drinking lots of water.

Six months later, I had amazingly dropped sixty-five pounds.

Around this time, I signed up for a 5k race around campus. I barely made it to the halfway point without having to stop and walk. So now I had a new challenge – to run 3.1 miles non-stop. Everything grew from there.

By the time I started law school, I was up to 6 miles. At the end of my first year, I met my buddy Dave at the Crescent City Classic, the first real race I ever ran. And what a fun race – 10,000 people jogging through the French Quarter and into City Park in the swampy heat of New Orleans.

Organized runs fueled a new excitement. I can’t remember who suggested it, but Dave and I vowed to run a marathon together the following year.

Fast forward four years, and I’m a veteran of five marathons -- the Mardi Gras Marathon (twice-2001, 2002), the New York City Marathon (2001), the Houston Marathon (2003), and the Marine Corps Marathon (2004). This next year, I am hoping to run three marathons -- the New York City Marathon, the White Rock Marathon, and the Cowtown Marathon.

And that's how I became a runner.

Monday, June 06, 2005

Excited about the BTE concert, I skipped ahead and failed to discuss the conference I attended last week in Austin, Texas. To the non-lawyers out there, two and half days sitting through various lectures on state and federal appellate work probably doesn't sound too exciting. But the conference was quite interesting.

And I'll take any opportunity to spend time in Austin.

I stayed at the Four Seasons Hotel, a locale I never encountered during my four years as an undergrad at UT. I arrived Wednesday evening around 5:30 p.m., just in time to catch an optional writing workshop. After an hour and half, I ducked out to join a colleague for dinner and drinks at McCormick & Schmick's. Afterwards, we made our way to Sullivan's for a nightcap before retiring to the hotel.

The next morning, I went for a jog along Town Lake prior to making my way to the conference. After grabbing lunch with my mom and sister (who also happened to be in town), I finished up the day and met another friend for cocktails and Mexican food at Manuel's.

On Friday, I grabbed lunch with my former boss, Texas Supreme Court Justice Scott Brister. I first met SB four years ago when he happened to be in New Orleans for a judicial conference. It's amazing how something so seemingly coincidental set the stage for my legal career--at least in bringing me back to Texas immediately after graduation.

After the conference ended Friday afternoon, I hightailed it back to DFW to catch the aforementioned Better Than Ezra show.

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Last night, Nell, Shana, Adam, Valerie, and I headed east to the Gypsy Tea Room to catch Better Than Ezra. About a year ago, we had our infamous backstage/strip club incident with the band.

BTE was pretty good, but they took it to the next level when...

ADAM ROCKED THE COWBELL WITH THE BAND!!!



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