Bad Brad's Brain

Goals

2009-11-18T09:50:00.000-08:00

Who can remember some of the goals that they set out for themselves growing up? I know that while I was in college, we were asked where we could see ourselves doing five and ten years down the road. I don't think i quite lived up to those. I have set goals for myself like by now, I was supposed to have my masters degree in social work or counseling, I haven't even started. I was hoping to have started my own non - profit program for inner city youth, I've worked at a couple and currently work at one now, so I guess this could be a start. These are just some of my career goals.
I've also set up goals that everyone sets, you know like I guess, "hobby goals". For example one of mine was to go to a live sporting event of the big five profesional sports, I count the PGA as one because I've always been a huge fan, by the time I'm 30. I've reached last year. I've been to several MLB games but no playoff games, I guess that's what I get for living in the DFW area. I've been to one NFL game, a Dallas Cowboy vs. Washington Redskin Thanksgiving game about 15 years ago. My new goal is to go to Mile High Stadium to watch my beloved Denver Broncos. I've went to go to the Dallas Mavericks a few years back only to watch them lose on a last second shot by Barran Davis of the GS Warriors. I've been to an NHL playoff game of the Dallas Stars and watched them beat out the Mighy Ducks to advance to the 2nd round of the playoffs. I've been to the Memorial Tournament at the classic Muirfield Village back in 2005. It was amazing being on the course that Jack Nicklaus created and also to watch the PGA's biggest names up close, I got within five feet of Tiger Woods. And I guess I can add one more even thought I've never been a big fan of it, I've just recently been to a Nascar event at the Texas Motor Speedway and watched Kyle Busch take the checkered flag. I used to work with Jimmie Johnsons's aunt, his dads older sister, down in east texas and she kept me interested in it. I've also been to several college football games, my favorite being when I was around 8 or 9, we got to go see my favorite team at the time, the Colorado Buffalos, play in Waco against the Baylor Bears. Of course Colorado won, but what was so cool and something that I would never forget, was while we watching the game, there was the two guys decked out in Colorado gear and stuff and then my older brother looked at his hand and he was wearing this huge golden ring and I guess they saw us noticing because they called us over and let us hold on to a National Championship ring, they were scouts for the Buffs and were down in Texas recruiting the weekend before at some nearby high schools and were able to make the game in Waco. I also got to see Lou Holtz coach his last game at Arkansas when he was coaching the South Carolina team, it was my birthday that night and the Razorbacks won pretty good that night.
I say this all in stat that I may have put more of an emphasis on this stuff that will one day not exist. I think that a lot of us put things first that won't matter in the end. I remember back in my Junior High days that the No Fear t-shirts were popular and there was this one that read" He who dies with the most toys - still dies." I think for my next thirty years or thirty one, I'm going to get my masters, start a non-profit, and put more effort into who I am and getting to know my Father better.

Prayer in School

2009-10-02T09:48:00.000-07:00

I grew up going to a small town school in southwest Arkansas where we had the freedom of being able to pray. We prayed at almost all the sporting events and as a team we prayed before and after the games. We had "see you at the pole" meetings and had a good FCA club despite the size of the school. I loved the way I was raised and taught to believe. But it just seems that today, saying a prayer in school or at a public school function is just like selling illegal drugs. They have to hide it and they can't tell anyone what they were doing or where they got it from. Case in point, a couple weeks ago in a small Florida town, two school officials are facing jail time for saying a prayer at a school related function and violating the school districts from promoting religion. It is a sad, sad, world we live in where we have lost the right to share our beliefs and from being able to pray over those in need. We always say that we are grateful to live in a country where we have the freedom to express our religious views, but do we really? I grew up knowing that I was safe in my public school for saying prayers and singing worship music. But I don't think that my future kids will ever get the privilege of knowing and feeling that. No wonder the home schooling rates have gone up every year, it seems like one of the only places where they are safe, besides church, to pray and worship Jesus. I don't know about you, but I commend these two school officials to sticking to their beliefs and for becoming, in my opinion, modern day martyrs. I admire the courage and the strength that they had, knowing that they would get in trouble, but there are some things that need to be more important to us. I know that they could have kept quiet and kept their prayers to themselves, but is that what we were called to do? To keep Jesus all to ourselves. If we don't want our kids going to jail, it seems that they do.

Buffalo E-Mail

2009-09-02T11:38:00.000-07:00

My parents grew up in Colorado and my dad was a good Colorado Buffaloes and still is a Denver Broncos fan. When we lived near Waco, we got tickets to the Baylor - Colorado game one time and watched Kordell Stewert when he was the QB for the Buffs back then. The cool thing is that we were sitting next to a couple of guys that worked for the team and traveled with them, and we got to see a National Championship ring from back when they were the Co - Champs along with Georgia Tech, back in 1989 - 1990. It was probably the coolest thing that I have ever seen at that point. Through the years I grew to become a pretty big Buffs fan even through college. They had some good years, like when Rashaan Salaam won the Heisman in '94, and then some really bad ones like the current Dan Hawkins era. And part of the reasoning behind their current downfall is due to an incident that happened back in 2004 and kinda opened everybody's eyes to what really goes on on recruiting trips. It also took me away from the Buffs.

In 2004, word started getting out that they were using drugs, alcohol, and sex to lure recruits to the school. When I first this during my senior year in college, I lost it, I was down and denying any wrong doing for my beloved Buffaloes. But as the days went on, more and more information started coming out. So I did what any loyal fan would do in a moment like this, I wrote Coach Gary Barnett, then the Head coach of the football team, an e-mail. And here it is. No joke this is for real.

Dear Coach Barnett,

this is Brad Austin,

I'm a senior at Harding University in Arkansas, and I'm also a huge a CU fan, I've always been one. i was raised watching them play. even through the rough years like this past one, i still cheered for them. and i know that you have probably gotten a lot of negative e-mails here lately and probably lost a lot of potential players and maybe even a lot of respect from other coaches. but not from me. ever since i heard about the allegations that was brought against you and your team, I've been praying for you and your staff to make the right choices. it's not because I'm a big fan, but because I'm a christian before I'm a fan, and i want you to know that God forgives you and the other players for the mistakes that they've made. everybody sins, nobody is perfect. i know that you will probably be going through some rough times now or in the future, but God loves you and he always will love you and His Grace is amazing. ans He is always with you throught your good times and bad. I'm not really expecting you to respond to this e-mail, in fact, i don't even know if you will read it. but just in case i want to share with you one of my favorite scriptures from the book of Colossians. it's Colossians 3:23 " Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord and not for men." i know being a head coach for a major college can go to get stressful and that you may sometimes lose focus on really matters in life, it's not the national championship, although that would be nice, or winning the big twelve, it's about loving our Master and our Creator.

In Him,Brad Austin

I wrote this e-mail without the expectation of getting a response, but you can only imagine how big my eyes and how fast my heart was beating when I checked my e-mail a few days later and saw this. Once again this is for real.

Brad,

Thanks for your note. We have been falsely accused......however, when you build your house the right way...on the rocks and with love, compassion and discipline it can withstand any storm...fire or otherwise. YOung people make mistakes....we do not live in a one strike and you are out world....neither spiritually or mortally...

Thanks again Gary Barnett

I couldn't wait to tell my friends what had happened, but most of them had no idea who Coach Barnett was. I know that it turned out that they weren't falsely accused, it turns out that Coach Barnett knew of several drinking parties where the recruits were going to and that he somehow knew of the strippers that were hired for some of those parties. I lost some respect for him and for the team after more and more stuff kept coming out. I did pray for the team and their problems. It was just one of those moments where I felt that God wasn't listening to me and made me wonder if He really ever does. I know it may not seem like a downhearted storey to you. But it infected me in a way that even I couldn't have predicted. It also led to my faltering prayer life for the last months of my school year. I didn't mean for it too, but it just happened. The Buffs were a big part of my life and I let something small effect me the way that it wasn't meant to.

Natural Pasttime - No More

2009-08-04T11:08:00.000-07:00

Baseball has been a part of my life for many years. I started playing when I was 5, like everybody else did, in T-ball. I was good, I was the star pitcher on my t-ball team. I then went on to play every summer till I graduated high school. I played several positions, from first base, all over the outfield, and finally ended up at third base for the last three years of high school. I loved to watch a game on t.v. and when we had the chance, to go watch a game live. I got to see Nolan Ryan pitch when he was with the Rangers and I remember it pretty well, they were playing the A's and they hit four home runs off of him and he still got the win. I got into the trading cards and I actually bought them for the cards and not the really hard piece of gum that came with them. I think I still have a Topps Barry Bonds rookie card somewhere. I looked up to the Major Leaguers and I loved watching the World Series every October. I remember watching Kirk Gibson hitting that home run on two bad legs and also the famous earthquake that happened during the Oakland series. Like others, instead of pretending to be superheros in my backyard, I pretended to be Mark McGwire, Nolan Ryan, Ricky Henderson, Ryne Sandberg, and of course Cal Ripkin Jr. You know real live superheros. I even started growing out my goatee my sophomore year of high school so I would look like Mark McGwire, I just wasn't as built and muscled up as he was, he was measured at having 14 inch forearms one time, forearms.
Ad then I realized why he was so muscled up. HGH, he denied ever having to do with it, but I don't think I can trust him anymore. Or anybody else in the Majors right now. So far we have names like Jose Canseco, Jason Giambi , Ken Camanitti, Andy Petitte, and A-Rod, who have admitted to taking steroids. There are several others who have been named but they are still denying it like Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens, and Pudge Rodriguez. These are players that I adored and looked up to. But it just seems like everyday there seems to be another name added to that list and it always seem to be another big name. But what is worst is that it seems like the fans don't care, either that or they are giving up and just saying whats the point in doing anything. To me, every name that is added is taking a little more piece away from me from the game I grew up loving. I'm sure the greats who built this game and played their hearts out and showed their passion for the game everyday, wouldn't be to thrilled today. I don't know if there is anybody in the League right now that I can trust. Maybe Albert Pujos, and that is a strong maybe. But it just seemed that the players today are intentioning destroying our once natural past time a year or even a name at a time. I' m still going to go see the games, because it is still a part of me and will remain a part of me probably for my whole life. But I'm still going to remember what it was like to watch the game without worrying about who was on what and just watching the players play like little leaguers who never grew to old for the game. I miss those days, for I believe those days are long gone in the Majors.

High School Ruenion

2009-07-29T12:48:00.000-07:00

I know I have been putting off writing a new post for a while but I finally found some time to do so. So here is what has been on my mind the last couple of weeks. Three weekends ago I went back up to my 1o year high school reunion and it was everything that you would expect from a small town Arkansas high school and I loved it. I hadn't kept in touch with too many of the 53 people I graduated with, alright maybe I just kept in touch with two of them, at the most. It's just that i felt that I moved on from then and that I didn't think anybody really was interested in what I was doing. It was held at one of the nearby Country Clubs, and I got there early at 10:00 in the morning and it felt awkward at first because I was pretty much the only one there that hadn't been keeping in touch with them. Nobody knew I lived in Ft. Worth or even graduated college, I think that surprised some people. As the day went on I got to know them again and it was as if I never left. It even included the awkward high school sweethearts couple that broke up and then showed up with their new significant others. I really thought at one point that I was going to see a cage match for free, but we were adults about it and just talked about the other ones behind their backs. I won an award for the Most Eligible Bachelor, now I am just waiting to get a call to go on the Bachelor reality show, getting the award has to have some credibility. As the day ended I vowed to myself to stay involved and to even go back two or three times a year instead of waiting another ten years. I really have no reason for not doing so in the first place, I wasn't unpopular in high school. It was too small of a school to have cliques so everybody knew everybody. We had a guy there that wore some kind of camouflage, either hunting or military, everyday it seemed like. We took the first weekend of deer hunting season off as a holiday because more then half the school wasn't going to be anyways. When I was there, we still used to get swatted as punishment, I got swatted 10 times my freshman year, one of them by the baseball coach, now that hurt. It was just fun sitting back and reminiscing about old times. I was probably one of the only ones that didn't have a kid and it was great seeing my classmates as parents and getting to meet their families. That is probably one of my biggest regrets in that when I left Horatio, I really left Horatio.

Bad Brad the Nomad

2009-07-06T08:11:00.000-07:00

What is a nomad, well wikipedia defined it as people who move from one place to another without permanently settling down. Up till about a year ago, that is what I did. From April of 2005 to March of 2008. And let me tell you some of my so-called adventures, they are really quite lame, but they were fun. I lived in North Carolina for about three or four months in the spring and summer of 2005, to work at a wilderness program for troubled teenagers. I loved it at first. I was making good money and getting trained in some cool stuff. And I was also working long shifts. I was the head of a group of 10 guys who have had a history of being in gangs, drugs, violence, and even burglary. I had help at first, maybe for like the first two weeks and then they turned the reigns over to me and I'll tell you what, teenagers smell fear like bears. It really made want to travel on my days off, which were short and rare. And I did, I traveled the beaches, the steakhouses and even went to the Duke and UNC campuses and NC State as well. I left to go back to Texas to work at a much more rural wilderness program in the Davey Crockett National Forest of east Texas. I had a job where the average stay at the job, wilderness field guide, was 3 months. I stayed there for 30 months. For two and a half years, I led groups of very well to do kids, into the wilderness and hiking at least two maybe three miles a day with at least 30 or 50 lbs of equipment on your back. The one thing I liked about this job, is that I worked eight days on and got eight days off. There was this one time where I worked 21 days without a break and I almost went crazy when that shift was over. But anyways, I traveled the great state of Texas and occasionally up to Oklahoma. I didn't pay a rent bill for over three years when I had these jobs. It was awesome. I had friends in Ft. Worth and Austin. I had family in College Station, west Texas, and Oklahoma.

But throughout all this, I found out who I was what I stood for. I had a lot of free time on my hands and sometimes I used it wisely like when I was out on the golf course or in a small prayer group with loved ones. I rediscovered my desire for nature and learning lots about the surrounding areas. I learned how to make fire with a string and sticks, it was awesome. I started reading a lot and it is something that still do. I think in 2007, I tried to remember how many books I read and I think it totaled somewhere near 40 or 50, no joke. I loved just waking up early some mornings and watching the sunrise by a fire and thinking how grateful I was for the new day. I have lost that after being in the city for a while now and I need to get that back in my life. I take stuff for granted these days and I worry about a lot of pity stuff like when will I be able to go to the gym or what am I going to get to eat and at what fast food place. Out on the road and in the wilderness, I was free and I was comfortable with just being one with nature. I forgot all the media and the happenings. I didn't watch the Super Bowl from 2005 - 2008, because of work and I didn't care. Jesus tells us in Matthew 6 to not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. I know it is a lot easier said then done. But it works, at least it did for me when I was Bad Brad the Nomad, and I don't think I have ever really been more at peace then I was during those Wilderness years, except North Carolina, I fell apart and had to rebuild myself up, it was a long hard process but I am stronger for having gone through it. I want to quite worrying about the national championships, I will still cheer my teams on, but when they lose the big one or when I'm watching them on T.V. I won't get upset and let it ruin my day if things don't happen the way I want it to. I am going to quite making sports my world. Here recently I quite softball, and I love softball, to make time for some prayer time with friends on Thursday nights and it was a lot easier to give it up then I thought it would be. Softball and sports won't always be there for me but my Lord and Savior will be.

Tattoos

2009-06-28T14:47:00.000-07:00

When I was a sophomore in college I did one of the stupidest things, I think, that I have ever done. I let a girl talk me into getting my ear pierced. But not the normal place where guys usually get their ear pierced, I got mine on the upper part of the ear. It didn't hurt at all. I thought I looked cool and everything, but I went to a Christian college where they have strict rules on guys having pierced ears, so hiding it was going to be a bit of a project. Like most of my projects, it lasted for about two days. Some how my parents found out, I think I might have told them, and my mom started crying, no joke, threatening that I wasn't going to be allowed in their house with my ear pierced. We were going back and forth for about two hours over the phone, I was saying that stuff like " God doesn't look at the outside of the man but what is on the inside." What a dilemma, home cooked meals and laundry done for you or looking cool and stylish. I went with the home cooked meals. But I got them back, sort of. I was going to meet them halfway that weekend at Harding's road game in Russelville, Arkansas. So I got together earlier that week with my roommate at the time and I bleached my hair, or attempted to bleach my hair. I have dark and thick red hair and I bought that stuff from Wal - Mart that is supposed to only be used on light colored hair. It looked okay for about a day and a half and then it turned into this hideous yellow orange color, I really don't know how to describe it it was really bad. So I went to the game and I also got a magnetic clip on ear ring just to do a joke on my parents. I surprised them alright, especially when I went to hug them and my dad took off my hat and looked at my hair, he was speechless and I don't mean in a good way. I later went on to shave my head and start over, but that is another story for another time.

Today I am in conflict of rather or not I should get a tattoo. I have nothing against tattoos or against the people that have them. What I am in conflict with is why is it just a huge deal when it involves Christianity? I grew up in a small town Arkansas sheltered away from a lot of the big city stuff. So I was raised on my parents thoughts on why things are the way they are. On tattoos I felt like I was Adam Sandler in the Waterboy when he asked his mom questions and her reply was always " because it is the Devil." But she wasn't too far wrong with how many Christians think and act on topics such as this. Leviticus 19:28 stats" Do not cut your bodies for the dead or put tattoo marks on yourself. I am the Lord." On doing research for this topic, this is the scripture that everyone put out there on why we shouldn't get tattoos as Christians. But I started reading a little bit more in Leviticus and came upon these things as well, " Do not eat meat with the blood still in it," and " Do not cut the hair at the sides of your head or clip off the edges of your beard." If this is so, then how come hair salons are being looked down upon as much as tattoo parlors. And how come it doesn't mention anywhere in the New Testament about the sinful nature of getting tattoos. In 1st Corinthians 6: 19 -20 it stats that " our bodies are a temple for the Holy Spirit, it is not your own." and " therefore honor God with your body." i know for me personally, in the past, I felt uncomfortable talking about my faith and my beliefs with someone that had tattoos all up and down their arms, and I don't know why. Some of the greatest people I have come to know have a lot of tattoos, and I am not going to treat them any different then anybody else. I admit, I stare at them. And even so, they are still children of God, like it is stated in 1st Samuel 16: 7 when Samuel anoints David as the next king, " the Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." That was the argument I used about my earring, but I couldn't be laid out there any better then that. I am not saying that I personally am going to get a tattoo, it has crossed my mind though. I am still just a little afraid of the needles. But if I do I am not going to get something like my favorite sports team or Alma mater. But rather something that I know wouldn't defile who I am as a person or a child of God, no matter what is on the outside, my heart still belongs to God.

Unknown and some known sports heros

2009-06-25T09:11:00.000-07:00

Everybody that knows me knows that i am big Denver Broncos fan but more important a huge John Elway fan. But it wasn't until an article written by Rick Reilly a few months ago that sealed the deal for me. It was a story about one of Rick's wife half brother, Lil Bob, and his son Jake. Lil Bob promised to take Jake to a Broncos, but never got the chance because this past March his liver failed. Jake took it hard and was struggling with every aspect that life offered. One of Lil Bob's friends bought tickets to a Denver game and they called up Rick Reilly, who lives in Denver, and took him to John Elways restaurant. Rick introduced them to John and Jake just froze. Elway then invited them up to his box for the game later that day and Jake couldn't leave his heroes side. Later into the day Jake called up his mom and started crying, which he hadn't done since his dad passed, and since that day started getting his act together and becoming the 13 year old he was before.

Or even people like Lyman Bostock, who was an up and coming star outfielder for the California Angels. He just recently signed a big contract at that time, 1977, and had a rough month where he batted around.150 and decided to give his monthly salary to charity stating " I just can't make that kind of money and not produce." It might sound like a cheesy pr stunt, but not with Lyman. I don't know if I've heard of many big name athletes doing that, just imagine A-Rod giving away his monthly salary, it might be enough to feed a couple of small countries.

Albert Pujols one of the most feared hitters in the game of baseball that ever played the game, and that is not just my thought, but everybody who knows a thing about baseball thinks the same way. He was recently stated in a Sports Illustrated article, " I don't want to be remembered as the best baseball player ever. I want to be remembered as a great guy who loved the Lord, loved to serve the community, and who gave back. That's the guy I want to be remembered as when I'm done wearing this uniform. That's from the bottom of my heart." Every year, Albert is the chairman for this charity called Buddy Walk, a charity for children who have downs syndrome. And almost every year a kid will ask him to hit a home run for them. In 2002, a 10 year old threw out the first pitch and when Albert handed the signed ball back to her, she requested a home run and he did in the first inning. Almost every year since then on the game after the Buddy Walk, Albert hits not just one, but on a couple of times, multiple home runs for the kids.

Warrick Dunn is an NFL running back who in 1993 lost his mother who was shot by gunmen robbing the Piggly Wiggly she went into to cash her paycheck. He helped raise his siblings while he was a star running back for the Florida State Seminoles. Here recently he came out with a book that tells of how he went to confront the accused man of shooting his mother and also facing his demons about the situation. If you just google his name, countless articles come out on how he buys houses and helps provide futures for down and out single mother families.

I know there are several other stories out there about athletes doing this type of stuff, but these are the one's that stand out to me. Roberto Clemente is one of the greatest and saddest stories like this. He was one of the greatest outfielders of his generation and is still considered to be one of the best to play the game. He was on a plane to Nicaragua to deliver aid to earthquake victims when his plane failed and crashed. His body was never recovered. He was known throughout the league to giving back to kids in Peurto Rico and other Latin countries. He remains a hero to me for his work off the field. I love hearing and following stories like these. To me, they separate the true athletes from the ones that just go out there and play. They use their name for the good of their sports and are role models to the younger generation.

Me, God, and Politics

2009-06-23T08:02:00.000-07:00

I know I haven't written in a long time and I know that I need to be more consistent about this, I'm trying to get my buddy Jonathan to post this on his web page but he told me I needed to write more. I guess it is because I feel like I don't have good stuff to write about and that i think about what i want to write about way to much. so here is what has been on my mind over the last few weeks. I hope to get a few more people to read this and comment on it.

Ever since I became eligible to vote I guess I have been trying to get caught up and have been getting a little more clearer understanding of our twp party system and what both them bring to to the table. I grew up in small town America all my life and a little out of the loop until i figured out what the internet was and how to use it, which for me growing up in small town Arkansas, was around my junior year in high school. I knew who the president was and since he was a Democrat, that we didn't like him, but i didn't know why we didn't like him. i was too busy playing football or baseball to worry about that type of stuff. then i started taking some of my social work classes in college and started to get a little more perspective of what was happening during my high school years.and to be honest with you, I agreed with some of the things that took place while the democrats had the office those years. I couldn't ever say this to my parents or relatives because i might be shunned from family reunions and stuff. I grew up in a very republican house with grandparents to this day still have the television set on Fox News 24/7 in there house, so my political status was already set up for me.

i have never been the one to get all riled up about politics. Don't get me wrong, there are things that i care deeply about that politics are involved in such as the social injustice and poverty. I have chosen a career path where these things affect my work. i have had co-workers that were homosexual and have known friends beginning in the 8th grade that have had an abortion. i have had people all my life tell me it is all bout their choices and that they aren't living the life that was set up fro them. But we have choices to and most of the time, we chose to not do anything about it and just sit there and continue to criticize other peoples lives and forget about what was going on in ours that was keeping us from making a difference in their lives. i view the big news networks and bullies, who pick on the weak that and heavy laden instead of being encouraging and supportive of one another.

i could express my political issues and what i feel our society should do. but i am more concerned about being a better stronger Christian and follower of Christ then to worry about if i am a democrat or republican. I don't want to be remembered for my political standpoint but by my acts. and i can't help out but realize from experience and conversation that the one thing should be an answer to this isn't. Church. Church was meant to be a safe place for the downtrodden and the underprivileged, but over the times it has been a place where it has become their lost hope. why bother having a pantry if they are going to make anyone who comes in asking for it feel even worse about themselves then when they walked in. i thought Jesus taught about this in the Beatitudes or was that just supposed to be referring to those times and not today. Last time i checked, the resurrection hasn't happened it and that we are to go about living in anticipation and living His words. I haven't been the best about doing this, but i am trying and the Church that i belong to has helped gain a little visual of what that looks like. They have adopted a rundown and poverty stricken elementary school and has spent weekends making repairs on it and we aren't talking about hiring people to do it, members have given up their weekends to do so. i have never been part of a church, or a group of fellow believers, that have done service projects whole heartedly and enjoyed it.

I hope I am not bashing on any democrats or republicans that may read this, that is not my intention. I know politics play a huge role in or society and that it is hard to not get involved, but i have more important things to worry about. some of my beliefs can be viewed as democratic or republican, but I view them as having the Christian point of view and doing my best to continue that. God is my judge and i am doing my best to get a life sentence when i am up for trial.

Why I love Mondays

2009-04-21T12:13:00.000-07:00

So yes it is true I love Mondays. I know that for everyone else out there Monday represents the start of another work week and that they can't wait till Friday gets here. But I love Mondays for a couple of reasons. The first one being that I get to rub it in to everyone of my freinds who have to wake up and go to work early while I get to sleep in and do nothing but relax and enjoy the day or just sleep in till the early afternoon.
But another reason and probably why I love Mondays the most is a thing that I get to be a part off every Monday night called School by the Pool. It is a one hour tutoring / bible lesson and games all wrapped up in one. Me a a few very special and warm hearted people dedicate our time every week for the kids in my apartment complex in Hurst. They are really great kids and can get a little out of control at times, but they love listening to the Bible stories and playing games. I love it because I consider myself a kid in an adults body. There have been times when we wouldn't have a lot of kids or when we have some of our most dedicated kids move away, that it just made me wonder if what we were doing is having an impact with the kids. But then there are times when those kids come back, even though they moved, and become the role models for the smaller kids.
I love Mondays for the fellowship of my fellow volunteers who some of the biggest hearts that I can think of. They truly care for these kids and they want to be there for these kids. Recently we had a couple of the kids, a brother and sister, who were having a hard time at the game we were playing and they came up and started talking to one of the volunteers. Later on when all the kids have left and we were cleaning up in the building, the volunteer told us about the conversation. You could just feel the compassion and the care that was felt in her voice. And then we all gathered around and prayed about the two kids and their family. You could truly feel the presence of God in that small building with five of His believers pouring themselves out for the kids of Hurst Gardens. It is an amazing experience and I am blessed with this opportunity to being able to reach out and help the kids in need.

Oh Yeah, did I mention that I Love Mondays.

Ballpark food.

2009-03-26T12:00:00.000-07:00

Well, its coming around, my favorite sports season. Baseball. And what would baseball season be like without the food and the promotions that are handed out. I've been to maybe five different MLB ballparks and just love the variety of food. When I go the Rangers games I try my best to get a smoked turkey leg, nothing says baseball like a smoked turkey leg.

But this one beats out everything. So I recently ran across this story about the burger on the right. It is going to be sold at the West Michigan Whitecaps ballpark this coming season. Look at it, I don't think I will even try to eat that. Here is a list of what is in it, 5 hamburger patties, nearly a cup of chili and loaded with salsa and chips on a sesame seed bun. It all adds up to a measly 4,800 calories per burger. The ballpark is offering a free t-shirt wo anyone that eats the whole thing during the game. Really, I would offer to pay for the hospital bill or least throw in a couple bottles of mlylanta or something. They could possibly even do what the Grand Prairie Airhogs did last year and have a raffle for a free funeral.

A lot of the times the ballpark will have food that is popular in that area, like the turkey leg in Texas. In Colorado they have Rocky Mountain oysters, Seattle has grilled salmon sandwiches, Houston has the BBQ stuffed potato, Pittsburgh has the Primanti Bros. sandwich, and San Diego has the Rubio's fish tacos.

I just can't wait till baseball season hits back up, I might even get a couple of all you can seats at the Ballpark in Arlington. It really wouldn't be a game without the food, at least in my view. So I plan on watching a few games and eating a few turkey legs and then downing a few bottles of Pepto.

Trying to get back into this.

2009-03-24T11:26:00.001-07:00

Sorry I haven't been posting lately, my friend Jonathan also known as J - boy has been busy as of late and we haven't been able to do any more backyard blogs.
Here is what has happened to me over the months or as far as I can remember. I have recently joined a city wide flag football team with some guys from the children's home and some guys from outside my work. We may not be the most athletic team out there, but we are the very interesting to watch. i've been switched around to three different positions since we started five weeks ago. I started out blocking then moved to an inside receiver and then lastly center. In the second week we had our other center get a concussion, of all my years playing high school football and intramural and club in college, I've never had an ambulance carry someone off the field till now. So I played center last week and snapped the ball over the QB's head twice in five snaps and the guy is 6' 3. I didn't last to long there. Then we have a cornerback who thinks he is a lot better then he is and always talks trash to the other receivers even when he gets beat five times in a row. Me and another teammate bet on who he is going to get in a fight with before each game, I won the last two weeks. We have had our last three games get called ten or so minutes early because of the hostility building up between the teams.
My NFL team, the Denver Broncos, have recently fired the best coach the organization has ever had and hired an idiot from New England, sorry if you are from the New England area. Josh McDaniels has pissed me off so many times in the last three months. He tried to trade Pro Bowl QB Jay Cutler to get the luckiest kid in the league last year Matt Cassel. I love Jay Cutler, not just that he is a Pro Bowler, but because he is playing with diabetes. My dad has diabetes so I know some of the stuff that Jay is playing with. He is a new kind of role model. McDaniels is bringing an unexpereienced coaching staff and getting rid of the guys that have made the program and force to reckon with over the last ten years or so, except this year's four week season ending pukefest. I will always cheer for the Broncos, but I'm not going to cheer for McDaniels.
I am going to try to do this about once a week or so starting today, don't mark it down. But I need to get back into this and share my mind however dumb it might be.

Lately, job and stuff

2008-07-03T11:09:00.000-07:00

Sorry I for my many adring readers out there( all three of you), that I have'nt posted anything for a while. I have been very busy at work and trying to figure out where I am going to live in August. My roommate is moving back to Nashville and I have to find a place to live for the next few months. So I apoligize for that.
Some interesting things have been happening in my life recently and it is hard for me to expalin them because I can't. Well, it was mainly just three things. I work as a recreational director at a children's home in downtown Ft. Worth, and there has recently been some open positions availble here that would have solved my problem that I stated earlier. It was a single live - in houseparent where everything was paid for like housing, food, utilties, and even transportation while I was on shift, which is four days on and three days off. So, it was a sweet deal right. The day I was supposed to have the interview for the position, I turned it down. I called up the supervisor and told him that I didn't want it. I can't explain it, but something told me not to go through with it and to stick with my other position. I don't know if it was God tellling me not to do it or what, but I can't come up with any other explainations for it. I was telling this to one of my best friends the other night at Taco Bueno, the best food ever, and I was telling him that I think I would miss the kids I work with now, and that I think that I was meant to be here with them because so many people haven't been there for them in the past. And these kids are very hard to love, but it is something that just comes natural to me. I would still do stuff with them at the other position, just not all the time. I mean, I was pumped and excited about the possibility of interviewing for it all weekend long, but Tuesday morning I woke up with the thought that I wasn't supposed to be there. I know God speaks to us still and uses us everyday, but this hasn't really happened to me in a while.
It doesn't stop there either. I was finally able to go to the young singles worship get together that same night. And I will admitt, there have been times in the past when i only went to check out the single girls and stuff, but not this time.It was really nice to go and not worry about who to talk to and what I looked like and to just worship God. The singing and the lesson were amazing and it was probably the best one that I have been to personally. Again I just felt like I needed to be there.
One more thing, sorry about all this, I know this long but I have to write this last thing because I haven't told anybody about this last part at all. I have a very good friend from college who grew up in Scotland. We still keep in touch every now and then through facebook and e-mail, but we haven't talked in a few months. Him and his wife are currently studying to be missionaries in Scotland in two or three years and he mentioned it to me whenever we last talked and I judt kinda blew it off a little. Well, are you ready for this. Again, I can't really expain why i did this but it happened. I sent him an e-mail saying that I was aboard and that I wanted to be part of their team whenever they go to Scotland. I know that was a huge decision but something was telling me that I needed to do it. I don't know much about Scotland or even how acceptable it is to Christianity, but I don't care, I know that I will be taken care of. I am not making this up, all these things were completly random and believe it or not all happened in one day, July 1st.
I know that God speaks to His people all the time in many ways, I just never really thought that that could be the reason for all this until now. I need to be more trusting and let God use me the way he wants to use me. I don't know if this is God's purpose for me but I am willing to accept it and continue living for Him.

Bag Yard Blog #2 "Call it Confession, that's good"

2008-06-11T19:15:00.000-07:00

Authors Note: Once again we are sitting down on my (Jonathan's) back porch. Brad is relaying to me his profound thoughts...or something like that.

So you know, here the last week or two I have been studying and journaling more. I've been reading Philippians. It's always the book I go to when I'm feeling down. The book is filled with so much inspiration. You know Philippians 4:13 "I can do anything through Christ who gives me strength"

I have also been reading this book called the Ragamuffin Gospel (which is a great book, have you read it?) Brennan Manning talks about that verse, Philippians 3:13 (do you know Philippians 3:13 Jonathan? Well in Philippians 3:13 it says I forget what is behind and strain toward what is ahead). That's a huge thought for me, it's key for me, to forget about what I have done in the past and keep moving forward. (are you writing this? Because you don't seem to be writing that fast).

One of the phrases that I use the most with the at-risk kids that I work with is "keep moving forward." It is so easy for them to get bogged down.

Anyway, I realized that's what we have to do when we come to God for forgiveness. Lay it all out there, and then move forward (looks off for a while, mentions something about baseball).

Because our God is a God of grace and forgiveness. And a God of 2nd chances.

I just got done talking to one of my best married couple friends (I said one of them, Jonathan, not the best married friends). Anyway I just got done talking to them about what I have been struggling with for the last few years, and at first I was nervous, but now I realize that it was probably one of the best things I could have done.

They encouraged me (Junebug flew on me/Jonathan, then I freaked out....pause to kill Junebug) they prayed for me, and even though their baby spit up all over my shirt (did you put the even though the baby spit up on my shirt part? Oh, you are going to write that down to aren't you?) that was still something I was afraid to do, but something I should have done along time ago.

Because I am not in this battle alone.

I am surrounded in this area, by friends and loved ones, to who I have been too afraid to talk to, even the one writing this (wait do you think that's going to be too confusing? Will they know I am talking about you? Did you write the warning at the top again?)

So I hope that you get something out of this, for those of you who read this (probably all of about 5 people, I quit telling people about this blog by the way). So if you are struggling with something...I hope you are able to tell somebody. And do it quick. Before it gets worse, because that is what happened to me.

Laredo bat trade

2008-06-04T11:15:00.000-07:00

Now for something random, like I promised. The other day on my way into work, I was listening to the Michael Irvin show on ESPN radio. I love this show and the topic they were talking about lat week proved me why I do love it. They were talking to John Odom, I know right the John Odom. For those of you who are not familiar with Mr. Odom, he was recently the main product in one of the most outrageous trades I have ever heard about.
Last week the Calgary Vipers traded John to the Laredo Broncos, not for money, not for other players, but for baseball bats. That's right baseball bats, 10 of them to be precise. But these weren't any regualr baseball bats, they were Prairie Stick Maple Bats, double-dipped black, 34-inch, C243 style. These bats run about $70 a pop, so they are alright sticks. Apparently Calgary was having problems with John getting over the border to play, Laredo heard about it and at first offered money for him, but Calgary called back and wanted bats. And this isn't the first time that Calgary has done something like this, one other time they offered to trade a player for 1,500 blue stadium seats while they were remodeling their stadium.
How embarrasing to be involved in such a trade. I mean how good must you be if you are getting traded for 10 bats. I don't think I see a lot of all star games for John, but I could be wrong. But I do see a lot of trivia questions and possibly a believe-it-or-not article. I wish John the best of luck in Laredo and hopefully for Laredo, they get the better end of the trade.

Back Yard Blog #1: Inspiration

2008-06-02T18:17:00.000-07:00

Authors note: This is the first in a weekly series called Back Yard Blogs, where Brad sits down with his friend Jonathan and dictates to him what to say. Jonathan will type out everything that is said. Everything.

So this past weekend I was inspired once again in my short lived life. But this time it actually meant something. For the last three years, I have been going through a rut. And this weekend helped me to climb toward the light.

This past weekend my friend Jeremy got married to his wife Jessica. It was inspiring to me because I know that at this time last year my friend Jeremy was in the same spot I was. Single and lonely. (gosh Michael is going to think I have a man crush on Jeremy if I write this blog).

(But um, stop don't put but um... )On the trip up there my good friend Jonathan, and Matt (some random guy we picked up on the road) guessed on what the percentage of Jeremy crying at the wedding would be. We all thought that there was a likely chance that he would cry, only after she said no. (Wait don't put that last part, that would be horrible). So the wedding begins, my best friend Jonathan is officiating, after he tells the lame story that he tells at every wedding that he does (laughter), and Jeremy is up there with his groomsmen, Jessica starts walking down the aisle. And Jeremy just starts crying.

Now I know that I was supposed to be laughing and poking fun at Jeremy (burp) but for some reason I couldn't. Maybe it was because he found what he was looking for (burp again) and that I am still searching. (How is that? Does that sound a little desperate?)

Or maybe it is because I am older and have matured up a bit, (no wait I know a better way of saying that, no erase that I am sorry, here's what you need to write...)

Or maybe it was because I am older and wiser and that is why I waited till we were in the car on the way home to make fun of him. But it inspired me to be a better Christian and to quit worrying about such feeble things like "should I ask that girl out?" (Wait does that sound stupid, if you know a better way to say that then go ahead and do it. Wait are you adding what I am saying now? Stop it.)

I am not saying that I am giving up asking out girls, I am saying that I am going to start working on my relationship with God before I even worry about that other stuff. And I think that's the key, until I learn to put God first, I don't think God will bring somebody into my life (looks off into the distance and then stops talking...for a while....burps again....)

I thought I knew what that feeling was when I was in high school. But it wasn't. I just liked making out. And I think at one point we were all there. And year after year, some of my best friends are getting married. I've been in 8 weddings! Caught the garter at 4 of them. (I really have I got them all in my car). Yet it wasn't until this weekend that I looked back at all those times and thought about all they had to accomplish and go through to get to where they are at.

So please join me on my journey in finding the true meaning of God's love.

(Do you think that's good? I'm done)

Yeah Fool!

2008-06-02T17:55:00.000-07:00

Yeah fool, that's right I have a blog. The bad Brad has a blog. You may remember me from such places as Harding University. I am currently living in Fort Worth. This is my weekly dose of thoughts that occur in my head at random times. Some of them maybe random, maybe some will be enlightening. Probably more on the random side. Read and let me know what you think. I hope to hear from you!

Brad.