Earning an education degree at UD required 2 health credits. One semester, King and I took tae kwon do (the final exam was breaking a board...we both destroyed it...I still have mine...bronzed and mounted on a plaque).
I chose racquetball for my other class, and ended up being partnered with Keith Waleskowski for the semester. Our instructor was so lazy, he never bothered to have us switch out opponent, so every Tuesday afternoon, I battled Keith in that cold, white box. And he killed me. Obviously. That's sort of assumed when your opponent can touch both walls while standing in place. And when you are a weakling simply trying to duck out of the way of that hard blue rubber ball. I think I ended the semester with a 2-30 record.
**side note: Have you guys ever noticed that I'm nicknameless? Doob, King, A-bomb, Clarke Bar, EP, and what do I have? Nothing. Freshmen year, Ben tried repeatedly to give me one, but nothing stuck. however, I'll have you know that there was one person at UD who gave me a nickname. To Keith, when I saw him the racquetball court or at a party, called me "Cos." I have no idea why.
Anyway, I bring this up because over at Flyer Fieldhouse, they scored an email interview with Keith, who has been tearing it up in Europe since garduating from UD. I really think that email interviews are more interesting, especially for athletes, because they're more at ease, can go off on tangents, and can fully explain themselves. In a regular interview, I doubt Sean Finn or Tim's would come up.
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All I know is, I STILL call you Cos pretty much all the time...espcecially when texting (since I suck at it and 5 more letters would take me 20 more minutes).
When was this class? Because I think Keith might've stolen it from ME. If not, I at least kept the "Cos" moniker alive.
Also, you aren't the only one who doesn't have a nickname. I don't. Karas doesn't (although I always called him T Cash and he called me G Money...yes, we are gay). Having a nickname makes you LESS cool, right?
I remember one of the first nicknames bestowed upon you in August/September 1999 was "Drew Carey." I really didn't know you too well.
One day I saw you wearing sunglasses. I declared you to be known as "Hollywood Drew Carey."
For a couple of minutes, there was also "RC Cola."
These did not stick. Thank god. They would have brought shame on my nicknaming abilities.
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