Alex Ford-Carther

Past Entries

Entry 1

January 5, 2005

It's that time of year again. The time when the Emory men's basketball team welcomes the New Year while sprawled all over Chase's floor and Jeff's couch.

Upholding our two-year tradition, some of the team went out on the town and, like Ludacris, we was acting a fool. Last New Year, it was me, Robbie, Shawn B and my main man, Barvino.

However, this year due to the Ebola Plague, the bed-ridden Barvin was not able to join us on our endeavors. However, do not fear because the lively addition of Claude P and Flash Gordon provided for a better experience than last year's sighting of David Banner.

Unable to drive due to Swollen Elbow Syndrome, Robbie allowed Shawn to drive. Let me tell you that was a big mistake. Shawn drove like an 80-year-old woman with glaucoma taking Ecstasy. We decided to roll downtown to watch the peach drop.

While half the team was out on the town in ATL, the other half decided to party back in Florida. And I say back in Florida because of our recent endeavors in Tampa Bay.
Yeah, we went 1-1 in our tournament. But what I take away from the tournament was the bonding time that I had with the team.

The four days chilling in the hotel with the team were simply amazing. Those late nights in the hot tub with the crew from the Nutcracker on Ice, and the BBQ pork sandwiches as dinner will never be forgotten.

However the most amazing time we had in Tampa was the Dolphin watching. The sewage-filled water provided an amazing setting while we were on the lookout for Flipper.

I won't forget the elegant tugboats and the beautiful trench digging ship. That landfill mountain could quite possibly be the eighth wonder of the world.

However the trip would not have been complete without the sighting of the flipper-less Flipper. The genetically mutated dolphin is missing its fin.

Afterwards, we took a trip to Little Greece for dinner at Spiros's crib. Remind me to call MTV so we can get your house on "Cribs." Thank your dad for me, and don't worry, I already thanked your mom. Gordon, maybe one day you'll be able to make that jump.

To end my entry, some people wanted me to give them some shout outs.
Shout out to J Hall -- from Chase
Shout out to Barry, Steve, Brent, Larry Bird -- Gordo
Shout out to Shawn, There is Always Tomorrow -- Krunch Time
Shout out to the trainers in Tampa, Thanks for keeping me from running Sprints -- Rashawn
Shout out to Spiros's Mom, Thanks for washing my clothes -- Claude P
Shout out to adidas, thanks for making crappy shoes so I can wear my brand new RED Nikes -- Chase
Shout out to Emory University hospitals -- E Barvin
Shout out to Lisa, thanks for the wonderful time, we need to talk -- Jeff
Shout out to University Inn -- Barry and Jess
Shout out to Gordon, Thanks for allowing me to snore at your spot -- Brent
Shout out to Beth, No explanation needed -- Nick

Alex Ford-Carther is a sophomore from Evanston, Ill. He would love to answer e-mail questions from Emory recruits and fans.