Okay
so today this comedian was telling us a story about how one time
he was putting on a show and everyone was laughing except for
these guys in their 20s wearing basketball jerseys right in the
front row. Well, he decided to give them a scare, so he started
to make basketball jokes so that they could get involved. Then,
he took a basketball from props backstage, and he threw it right
at the face of the one who seemed to not care the most wearing
sunglasses. The guy didn't do anything, and the ball hit him
right in the head as he fell over. To his utter surprise, the
guy's friends all started laughing hysterically, saying,
"He's blind! He's blind!" The comedian could
barely see under the heavy spotlights, so he put a hand to his
forehead and peered down at the audience. There, he saw a golden
retriever who appeared to be his seeing-eye dog.
And
that, my friends, was what he deemed his worst show ever.
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YOU
MISS
100%
OF THE
SHOTS YOU NEVER TAKE.
SHOTS YOU NEVER TAKE.
Me at the concession stand
with this little kid
Me: Can I please have a popcorn and a Dr. Pepper
Kid: Okay that would be $2.
*I give him $2*
*He check to see if both dollars was fake*
In my mind: Why is he checking to see if they
were fake? Cashier usually do that when the
money are usually over $50.
Me: Can I please have a popcorn and a Dr. Pepper
Kid: Okay that would be $2.
*I give him $2*
*He check to see if both dollars was fake*
In my mind: Why is he checking to see if they
were fake? Cashier usually do that when the
money are usually over $50.
Coach: You have 35 seconds to shoot.
Girl: We don't have a shot clock.
Coach: Okay, then you have fourteen minutes to shoot.
#basketballhumor
She's got
soccer. She's the superstar. She saves the
team and runs the field. He has basketball. He's the
MVP. He leads the team to victory. He's got
football. He's one of the youngest yet plays
the most. Need I say more? She's in the play.
Lead roll. Voice of an angel. Face to
match. They play instruments. Music comes naturally
to them. It's a gift. She runs. All. The.
Time. A 6 minute mile is slow in her eyes. She gets
100's. Without any effort. It just happens.
They have their friends. Her
friend's play soccer. His friend's play
basketball. His friend's play football. Her
friends sing. Their friends play the clarinet, trumpet,
piano, and drums. Her friends keep her pace.
Her friends are genius's. Everyone's got
their group. Me? I'm a
techie. Yep. A techie. Sooner or
later I'll live in that auditorium. Leaving it would
be a vacation. A trip. I'll know how many extra fuses we
keep on hand, and have lamp inventory in my binder. I
won't need my ID, security will know I'm a crazy from
down the hall. And you can laugh all you want, tech
crew's cool, tech crew's hard, and
tech crew's family. We share a passion, just
like you guys. So it's not as physically
demanding as tackling someone so your team can run the ball
all the way to the endzone, so what? You move
$1,200 lights around that weigh half your
weight. So, you think it doesn't take my academic
strength, we're not graded or anything, right?
Wrong. You memorize the maker and model
of every light in that auditorium, which fuse
they use, what their DMX address is, what
gobos they have, and where all their cords are.
On top of maintaining those
100's of
yours. We're behind the scenes,
making that show you take for granted
months in advance, perfecting every last tidbit.
From the volume of the snares to the angle
of the lights to the milliseconds of a set
change to the exact fade of the video feeds.
We're techies. The best
part? Tech crew: we do it in the
dark.
