I’m going to attempt to write this blog and watch the Cardinal game at the same time. Simultaneously. Both at the same time. Kelton Russell.

My HTV experience is nearly complete. After this week I venture from the world of snot-nosed puke, to the world of snot-nosed alumni. I feel ready for this change, but I will most definitely miss almost everything about Coach Davis and being on the staff of, the award winning, HTV Magazine.  I’ve had just a blast being on staff and finding people and telling their stories. I’ve learned so much and have been inspired to pursue media in my future.

These dang Pirates…they keep taking base hits away from the Cards.  

Jason Larue (sp?) has the nastiest Fu man chu I have ever seen.

That’s a lie. I’ve seen worse.

Back to HTV….

I will take what I have learned from HTV with me to wherever I go in life. Coach, you’re a great teacher. I’ve learned a lot.

To quote Friday Night Lights; “I love all-a-yall, I love all-a-yall..”

We went on a trip during Spring Break, and it was good. From Chicago to Nashville, the HTV staff was touring, shooting, and editing. Some stories were good. Some were bad. Of course all my stories were off the charts and would rival the Alcohal and knocked up skydiver stories. I had a great time and if my computer wasn’t dying, I would totally write more, but sadly, I can’t. I’ll miss you all. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXXOXOXOXO

Nashville was great. I enjoyed the city and its 65 degree weather. I got to meet up with one of my best friends from the Philippines, who now lives in Tennessee. He took Curtis and me around town to look for interesting story ideas. After several embarrassing failed story attempts and a nine year old skateboarding prodigy, We decided to cop-out and do a story on my good friend Johnny, who paints. It turned out OK. The next day we shopped, shopped, watched a movie, shopped, ate, and shopped. We then journeyed through the night back to the crazy small town of Springfield, Missouri. Our trip was over.

I was excited about the stop at North Carolina. I enjoy watching their men’s college basketball team, so  I would enjoy the state itself, right? We stopped by the Lowes Motor Speedway and went around the stadium in a van driven by an old women who, while going 87 miles per hour, was messing with the air conditioner. It was a great (I mean terrifying) (and by terrifying I mean awesome) time. After getting settled in the hotel we worked our way to the local mall. After some unnecessary clothing purchases, Curtis, Chase, Kelton and I decided we didn’t want to walk downtown through the cold rain, so we grabbed our exact change of $1.50 and boarded the city bus back to our hotel. After about fifteen minutes of just the shock of public transportation, we got off in the rain to where we thought our hotel was, except there was no hotel. We then freaked out for a minute then turned to our resident boy scout, Chase who proceeded to tell us “he’s got this”. We started walking back the way we came. It was 40 degrees and raining, but we we’re strong (well….almost). We walked for what had seemed like 30 days (30 minutes) and we made it back to the street the hotel was on. We looked further and could see the “Bojangles” across the street, and it was then when we knew we made it. I accredit Chase for getting us home. Curtis and I just shut down and started panicking and Kelton was that quiet, yet helpless bystander. Bravo Chase. Even though not having a compass or a topographical map, you did well.

I’m sure Virginia Beach is a very nice place to vacation. I bet when people talk about Virginia beach they will have nothing but great things to say about it, but if anyone asks me what I thought of that vacation hot-spot, I will stop them in their tracks and tell them it was not “hot” at all. Virginia Beach was around 40 degrees the whole time. But that wouldn’t stop my dedicated partner Curtis Thomas and I. We braved the frigid cold and searched for a story. After realizing that no one comes here during the winter months, we decided to cop-out and do a story on seagulls. After recovering from some technical difficult es and frostbite, we ventured to an all-you-can-eat seafood place. It was…well, expensive, but delicious. We then went back to our hotel room and edited into the wee hours of the morning. It was a good day. Now we’re off to North Carolina.