Summer is Here! Time For….

June 10, 2008

With Summer now upon us a few things come to mind, especially living in Texas:

  1. 100 Degree hot as Hades temperatures.
  2. Sweating during my live shots and always being thirsty.
  3. Never having to pee.
  4. Crazy angry criminals doing wild things.
  5. Being Lazy.
  6. Eating Watermelon.

In fact my favorite part of summer is the sweet taste of natures candy!  I can eat an entire 3 pound watermelon is one sitting.  I usually cut it in half, take a giant spoon and dig in.  Biting into the greatest fruit on earth is pure pleasure.  Though my only requirement is a spoon.  I just don’t like burying my face in the melon, getting my face all sticky and staining my collar with watermelon juice.

I was never one to spit out the pits.  I eat them right along with every bite.  I thought I was the King of all Watermelon eaters until I saw “Baby” Trent go to town!  I first learned of Baby Trent’s love of watermelon after hearing the slurps from across the street!  Check it out:

It turns out Trent is not alone:


Addicted to The Crack

June 5, 2008

…Crackberry that is!

My Blackberry goes off about once every two minutes or so.  If for some reason ten minutes pass without receiving an email, text message or phone call, I quickly declare my Blackberry broken.  At 11 minutes, I am on the phone with the NBC5 IT guys!  My name is Grant Stinchfield and I am addicted to my Blackberry.  And clearly I’m not alone.  (That’s NBC5’s Quincy Thomas and Ellen Goldberg, both addicted to their Blackberries)

 

The other day at FBI headquarters in Dallas, the guard made me leave my Blackberry in the car.  I spent 20 minutes at a press conference without any way to contact or be contacted by the outside world.  Not only did I start to sweat at the prospect of being “Out of touch,” but I started to get “phantom vibrations” on my hip where I usually wear my phone.  Yes, I have a problem.

I take my Blackberry on vacation with me.  My boss often emails me to, “Get off your Blackberry.”  But vacation wouldn’t be any fun without it.  I would find myself stressing out about what I am missing.  With the Blackberry perched comfortably on a beach towel, I can relax.  Yes, I have a problem.

When I play golf, my Blackberry sits proudly in a cup holder in the cart.  On silent mode of course, but still with me.  Even on a Sunday afternoon, I check my phone for messages while driving down the fairway of nearly every hole.  I know I won’t have any messages, it’s Sunday after all, but I still feel the need to check.  Yes, I have a problem.

I think part of the addiction is due to “Lottery Syndrome.”  I’m waiting for that one message that will change my life forever.  Maybe one day I will unholster my blackberry and there will be a message from a top New York agent telling me the New York Yankees want me as the new radio voice of the most successful sports franchise in history.  Maybe I’ll get an email from NBC News telling me, I am to head straight to New York to host my new show “Grant’s Rant” on MSNBC.  Maybe, my wife will text me telling me her long lost aunt just left her 5 million dollars.

My Blackberry allows me to dream!  Sadly it doesn’t allow me to sleep, the pinging of emails through the night may keep me awake, but it’s music to my ears.


Winter Here is a Breeze

March 4, 2008

Winters in North Texas are a breeze.  Maybe a 40 mile an hour breeze, but the fact is they don’t get much easier.  Take yesterday’s snow event.  I mean come on!  That’s all Mother Nature can muster?  What joke!  I could have done my live shot in flip flops and a Speedo.  As Rocky Balboa once said, “You ain’t so bad!”

I admit, ice storms can get pretty hairy.  But we didn’t get one of those this year.  The most ice we saw was the ice poured over Hilliary Clinton’s campaign.  We got a “dusting” of snow, but when I woke up at 7:30 this morning it was gone!

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That’s me getting the paper at 7:45.  Notice I’m in my Tony Soprano robe and there’s not a flake left on the ground.  Where did it all go? Lame, all I can say is lame. 

Did I mention I’m going to go hit golf balls before heading in to work tonight.  I love Texas!