Truth Found

"seek truth."

That's the new slogan for truth, a media campaign designed by the American Legacy Foundation in Washington, D.C. in an attempt to lower tobacco initiation rates for youth ages 12-18.

The American Legacy Foundation is an organization that I've worked for/with for the past three years. Our mission is to build a world where young people reject tobacco and anyone can quit.

I've been involved in the tobacco control community since I was 12 (gosh, that's way too long) and I tell people it's one of the most rewarding things in my life. Hockey and non-profit work. Yea, I don't know. I'm weird.

If you want more information about truth or Legacy, log on to www.thetruth.com or www.americanlegacy.org

That's all for today, stick around...

The Bus-turbator

This is not a story for the weak-stomached.

I hate public transportation. Hate it. One day, I was on the bus on my way to work in New York, when the bus stopped. Buses do that. They stop. Hence the term "bus stop."

An elderly man gets on the bus and sits across the aisle from me. Now, keep in mind, the bus had only two other passengers, driver included. I was sitting towards the back of the bus, which is where I like to sit. I figure, I may have to talk on my phone, and I don't like sitting near people in general. Of all the other seats on the bus, this man chose to sit directly across from me. Weird? Yes.

Cut ahead twenty minutes. One or two other people had boarded the bus, of course sitting nowhere near me. The elderly man, who had probably lived for more than 60 years, looks around and then removes his sweatshirt, dropping it in his lap. Maybe the driver turned on the heat or something. (The driver had NOT turned up the heat. Bear with me.)

The elderly man drops his hand into his lap. At this point, I can't get my cell phone out fast enough, just in case. The elderly man starts massaging his "lap" with his hand. There's squeezing, there's rubbing, there's nausea. (Again, nothing to do with the heat.)

Meanwhile, I'm texting EVERYONE in my cell phone. "WTF, this man is rubbing himself next to me on the bus." Things like "When will death come for me?", etc.

Then I heard a zip.

I get up, move to the middle of the bus, and say to another passenger "Ummm, the man at the back of the bus, he's...." The other passenger cut me off.

"Oh, yea him. He does that all the time."

WHAT. THE. HELL.

How Much Is That Doggy?

The other day Melissa and I were in the pet shop, so clearly we had to pretend we were shopping. I'm not getting into how depressed pet shops make me, so instead of dwelling, we decided to play with a Yorkie.

We named him Punky Brewster. He's the one on the left.

That's Hot

Ok, most people hate her. Me? I LOVE her. I think that, in terms of socialites, Paris Hilton is my absolute favorite.

I watched all three season of The Simple Life. People said that show made her look trashy. I said it made her look like Nicole Ritchie. You decide.

Do I LOVE that she has a sex tape? You bet your britches I do. How can you not? The scene where she is being recorded in night vision? Brilliant.

Paris, whatever deal with the devil you have that allowed you to become this well-known (aside from being rich), bravo. You're one classy broad.

And you're hot.

End of story.

Hockey. As I see it.

I'm a goalie. Pretty cool, right? Well, okay maybe not as cool as I think it is, but I have a good time with it. I've been playing hockey most of my life, and it's totally one of the main things I identify myself as. A hockey player. A goalie.

I'm not just a hockey player, I'm also a really big hockey fan. As far back as I can remember, my life has been filtered through the eyes of the New Jersey Devils. (Hence the jersey ------->)

Right now the Devils (hereafter referred to as "we") are in a tough spot in the playoffs. As I write this, we're down 3-0 in a best of seven series with the Carolina Hurricanes. We swept the Rangers 4-0 in the first round, so going into this series I was really confident. Carolina (however dirty its individual players may be) is a really good team, and even coming off a 15-game winning streak, we still haven't been able to take a game away from them. We'll see how this series ends up, I won't stop watching. I believe...

People always ask me why I love hockey so much. They say it's impossible to find the puck when you watch it on TV, that there are too many rules, that it's boring, etc. I have never been able to come up with an answer to that question. For those who love hockey, no explanation is needed; for those who don't, no explanation will ever do. It's a part of me.

More to come soon...

Whoa.

Well. Off and running. This is my first blog entry. After months of looking at my friend Kyle's blog and telling myself that I would never do it, I've done it. I have a blog. But I know I can control it. I can quit anytime I want...

I like to type, so if you like to read, well then I think we've just found ourselves a pretty good match.

Stay tuned, I'll get the hang of this blog business.