This is a little debate ESPN’s First Take (formerly Cold Pizza) put together featuring a nervous, unprepared, unoriginal and lost-for-words student reporter and a well-rehearsed, laid-back, quick-witted Oregon Daily Emerald sports writer. Had I decided to stay in school for two more years and continue on the sports journalism path, that might have been me. Go Ducks!
Last week Mike helped me come to the realization that in order for this to be a segment I have to produce recurring installments. Monica ferociously reinforced those claims a few days ago. With that I’m pleased to announce the birth of “From da Bus” Fridays. Neat…
Since the first entry was a trial version—a pilot episode, if you will—I am numbering this post 001. It’s unlikely that I’ll be riding the bus for 999 weeks, but if that does happen then this numbering format is fudged!
-Here’s what I observed since my last installment:
-One amazing hand-carved wooden cane.
-Nine pairs of Chuck Taylors.
-Two scrunched shoulders (mine).
-Twenty billion germ colonies (I’ve started taking Emergen-C to help build my immune system. I also think I’m developing OCD because I wash my hands when I get off the bus.).
-Six people on their cellies at the same time (that was against the rules if you were aboard LTD in Eugene).
-On guy that looked like he was going to vomit.
-Ten distinct body odors.
The Burnside Bridge is closed so we’ve been detouring over the Morrison Bridge. It makes the ride longer, which just means more time for me to observe. Sorry Mon, no poem this time.
