100 Midnights

Bears camp was interesting. It was very packed. The past few years I have gone there have always been people there, all the spots to see the team practice fill up eventually. But this was ridiculous. Cutler sure has got this state pumped for football. From my shitty view I witnessed him throw a interception, which created a loud "uggggh" from the entire crowd, and Cutler threw several bombs to Olson who seemed to drop all of them, but I expect that to change. Its just practice, everyone has time to workout the kinks. Garret Wolfe walked by me as I was walking to my spot and for whatever reason I patted him on his back. I wonder how long he is going to be on this team. Last year, and apparently this year we have four running backs. The great Forte, the respected (but unproven in a Bears uniform) Kevin Jones, The 'other' Adrian Peterson, and Garrett Wolfe. That is quite a few backs for a team that almost only used one (Forte) last year. For whatever reason I can only remember Wolfe being used on third-and-longs in which a screen pass would be thrown to him, and also during either a fake punt or field goal in which he ran for the first down. Is he going to get a shot at taking some legit handoffs? Only time will tell I guess.

After practice Nick, Corey, and I went to Taco John's; a more legitimate and delicious taco bell. For whatever reason the cashier took our names with our orders. This practice would make sense if it were crowded, but it was pretty much only us in the place. When the guy asked for mine, I just said James. I don't even know why I said it but James is my middle name. I always liked it better then Ryan, but never used it for anything. Anyways, I wish that were my name. I should start going by James. Ryan Thompson is such a common name. Do you people realize how many Ryan Thompsons there are out there? Just look on facebook. My mom couldn't even find me on facebook. "Oh wow, look at all these Ryan Thompsons, where are you?", asked my mother. "I don't know mom, thanks for naming me such a common name!" was my unclever reply.

I have a feeling I have either told this story on the internet, or to anyone who is about to read this. But at a book reading / signing author Bret Easton Ellis and I joked about how around the time of my birth every single soon to be parent decided that the name Ryan would be a original name. Thus every other dude (some girls even) are named Ryan.

In my last post I promised to tell a near exciting story, and clearly none of these are that. Stay tuned shortly. It involves Wilmington, guns, and cops. How could that not be a good story?

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I swear I have no feelings for that girl.