Kurt Gerwitz

I went to the Saints/Rams game today. I challenge Guinness to find anyone who hsa been to more Rams/Saints games than me. I started when the first Rams game in St. Louis was against the Saints. Back then the rivalry meant little to most people, but lots to me, since I’d been a Saints fan since the Cardinals left St. Louis in my early childhood. The next important Saints/Rams game was the first game played in the then new St. Louis stadium, the TWA dome. I got a job working there and was at every home game for two/three years during high school.
At college in New Orleans, I caught several more Saints/Rams games. The worst was the game that I painted one cheek with each teams logo, but couldn’t get in. The hawkers wanted too much money. The game had been a Monday Night Football game and the rivalry had reached legendary status. Jenn H and I ended up at a sushi bar watching the game on a 5 inch TV with poor reception. Some other time, She and I wore Saints’ jerseys to Tom’s Bar and Grill and were booed out the door as we ruhed to catch a flight south. The fellow Saints fans in at Lambert airport could not figure out for the life of them why one couldn’t walk around inside the airport with a glass from the bar full of beer.
Fortunately, I had been out of the country and incommunicato (Nicaragua) during that period before, when the teams traded victories and battled in the playoffs.

The tailgating was just as awesome as the game! I heard some old Dad stories from his buddies and enjoyed jambalaya.

I went to see the Ecklecamps (sp?) with Matt Sisul tonight. Stayed there pretty late and am not ready for this weekend to be over.

4 hours sleep. Kit, Dad and I went to Pilot Knobb to see a reinactment of a battle in our War Between The States. I didn’t run into the De La Salle troop. That’s surprising since they should have stuck out in that crowd.
Speaking of sticking out: Dad chose to carry two flags with us whilst we walked around. People were fleeing in panic as we meandered through the crowd, completely unaware of the chaos we wrought. We poked out eyeballs, knocked out crutches from under old men, and tickled hundreds.

The battle was quite a show. I really got the sense that I was there. A teachable moment was lost as the horrors of war went underemphasized. “War…Bad” (said as Frankenstein from SNL) should be ingrained in the heads of the masses.

The loud cannons were SO MUCH FUN!!! They just made me giggle.

I dined with…a lady whom I shall call Schmetterling (sp). ‘Twas successful, that is all I shall say.

Beat Brad in tennis 7-5, 6-4 (he was up 1-4 in that last set). The lights on the court went out at 10:10pm EXACTLY as my watch alarm went off… doo doo doo.

It’s 11pm. I’m sleepy.

I was thinking one didn’t belong, Brad was thinking another, but it turns out Hans knew the true answer. Katie rules! ‘Twas a good evening.

Today at work I dealt with the most severe case. I’m not qualified to give the counseling that I did. WOWOWOW! It was a madhouse.

I won some more tennis against Brad and hung-over Noonan.

It is now 5:15am

for goodness’ sake, comment, so I have something to read, too.

Work was beyond fascinating today. The kids are still testing, which is great for me ’cause even the bad ones are busy. I had a meeting in the early morning with the BossMan. I left that meeting with an agenda and didn’t get one free second the rest of the day to work towards any of the goals.

I had an AHA moment while listening to one of the girls. She spoke a mile a minute, knew 500 peoples’ names despite having been there in less time than I, and weaved a tale that would top ANY reality TV drama. I was fully amazed by her capacity to be completely different than me. Later, we pulled in six girls into the office and WOW.

I played tennis after work. I think Katie’s plan to play so bad that we would quit asking herr to play failed considering that she asked me for help. I asked her if she was committed, if she’d read “The Inner Game.” That’s the best way I can think to show my appreciation for her being so kickbooty in my life; to have her read this.

I listened to Tony Robbins s’more and remotivated myself to look at the question posted below. Mom emailed, too, on the exact subject. Bobby, too. Amazing how everyone’s on the same page for me. I just hope I can get through this chapter successfully. It’s longer than I’d like.

Weekend plans include a 100 mile bikeride, a civil war reinactment and meeting the girl of my dreams. (Play “one of these things does not belong” theme music from Sesame Street.) Get’r'done.

Tuesday: There was a fight at school. A parent was involved….yes, actually struck a student that wasn’t hers. Today the daughter of this problem parent actually sounded remorseful for her role. Could a child actually be better than her parent?
Tennis degraded into a failed scavenger hunt for a court with lights.
After tennis, I fell asleep at 10pm watching the sweet lullabye, The O’Reilly Factor.

Wednesday: Racquetball date with a cute redhead…does life get better? Talked with Mac, emailed Lori and I’m still hunting down some Bobby-Drama. Anyone else feel like calling in sick for the rest of the week/month?

The excitement of the day consists of a discipline holdout cracking into tears admitting that lying is a problem in his life… followed immediately by lying to me.

I visited the Witz Inn tonight. Classic!

Talked with Katie and Shane on the phone. If it weren’t for the time gap, it would have sounded exactly like a battle between two demons. On the exact same topic, the two differed greatly in their interpretations. Katie again brings Joy. I’m going with hers, tempered by Shane’s doubt and fear of drama.

Noonan learnt me some more poker and Fantasy football as we watched ‘em both at the same time tonight. Monday night football and the world championship of poker: this is what its like living in a bachelor pad. The Eagles prove Johnny fatidic as they pulled a last drive interception. Spectacular!

The quote of the day is a series of mumbles in dogspeak from Noonan to Trigger.
The warm fuzzy award goes to my boss, Bob, for giving my Dad a sweatshirt.

Katie has climbed the ladder this weekend to officially become the coolest person in my life. Sorry, Hans, she’s just doing so much better bringing hope into my lovelife. I’m sure you’ll get it right back at the first dissappointment me plus you kick my booty this weekend on the next 100 mile bikeride.

Brad, Katie, Marlo, Jamie and I went to the Cards game. We left really late but got a great parking spot. We sat somewhere in the shade and the Cardinals failed to “clench” the pennant. Officially, if the Cubs win everygame and we lose every game for the rest of the season, we’ll be co-champs. There’s two weeks of games.

I played tennis this morning with Noonan, Lisa, and Mike. I can’t believe we lost. At least I busted the strings on the old woody racquet that I borrowed from the neighbor. I scheduled some racquetball with Marlo on Wednesday!

Monday I meet with Sisul, there’s some news.
Speaking of news, Bobby’s got some drama.
Speaking of drama, I emailed my old girlfriend, Jenn, about the Saints/Rams game this weekend. I touched the tickets.

It’ll be a busy week, I can see already. I need to get the room clean. (room=mind) I need to get my prayer on. I missed Mass today. I need to read my US News grad school report. Get’r'done.

-see Hans’ comment below.

I completed my first full week at work. It’s been very challenging and rewarding. The important thoughts/questions that I have about work are mostly relative or subjective. Tonight, I ran into some teachers from the Francis Howell school district in affluent St. Charles County. We spoke to each other like we were from different planets. Brad declared me the winner.

Work drained me of any spare social, physical, or intellectual time. Dad’s gone to Kansas City for the weekend to bring me back my dopp kit and electric razor.

Friday I went to the Balloon Glow in Forest Park. Saturday I went to a beer festival. I went with Katie. I met Brad, Joe, Ted, Dave O’Leary (Bachelor Party), Colleen, Sam, and Deja there. The corn was awesome.

After the beer festival, we went to a party with Brad’s softball team. There I met Hope.

After the softball team party, we went to a dawgtown bar to meet Marlo. She’s really cool. We talked until 2am. Tomorrow, we’re going to a cards game.

One goal for the week is to firm up some rituals of my life.

Hans, Ryan and I all decided to be hardcore and rode 100 miles both days. I cried, I laughed, I was at the edge of my seat. It was much better than cats. There were many, many memories and observations worth recording. Cathy tops the list. The whole experience in general was AWESOME. I thank you, Hans.

My friend Brad has a girl to hang out with (my super-friend Katie) and he’s bought a house. There are many thoughts in my head regarding this. At least I beat him in tennis.

I chilled with Noonan tonight. He’s cheering on his fantasy football team while I couldn’t even tell which teams played (Monday Night Football). Quote of the day was Noonan’s “Mocwa’s pretty intelligent when he’s not being retarded.” Wierdness of the day was pretty much my whole day at work.

What am I doing with my life? That is the question in my head right now. The good is that I feel that this is the right question. This is the question that I WANT in my head. The bad is that it’s never easy to ask such questions. It’s stressful, there is a lack of certainty.

I went to Kansas City this week. Travelling in the miata is less fun than I had thought. My ears are still ringing. I came home and crashed into a nap. The kurt-time on the way there and the way back was nice, though. It’s precisely how I learned the content of the previous paragraph. I thought about girls a lot, too.

I have the MS 150 coming up. I am so grateful to all who are able to contribute. I hope I can fundraise enough before I leave tomorrow (Friday, Sept. 10th). Prayers and Cash requested.

Tonight is poker night. It sounds like they might be finished as I type this. That’d be a record since it is before sunrise. It’s only 10pm. I have my first class tomorrow so I should be sleeping instead of typing this. It was nice to see you Brad, thanks for the contribution.