It's a small world after all

So apparently I do know somebody in New Braunfels after all.

Strange.

This really is an amazing story.

So I recently added an old buddy from middle school on Facebook. I remember him being a great guy. But unfortunately, we went our separate ways. I went moved to Ruston in seventh grade. I believe — my memory has never been good — that he moved shortly before I did (to Arkansas, maybe? that's where he ended up).

Anyway, so I get on to check his Facebook page, because I wanted to send him a message. And I'm scanning through his page and see on his wall a message from another friend from middle school (I lived in Bossier City at the time).

The message read, "We're in New Braunfels, TX"

Well, crap. That's just crazy. But not the craziest.

Let's backtrack a few hours. Earlier tonight I covered a basketball game for the first time since before I was laid off at The Town Talk. The New Braunfels High School girls team had a guard who had this wild, curly fire red hair. You know, the type of hair that really stands out and that you remember. So I thought to myself, "That girl reminds me of Ginger Lowdermilk."

OK, so you guys don't know who Ginger is. (Preface: This was a looong time ago, Elizabeth. I love you!) Ginger was this girl from middle school that I had a major, major crush on. She had wild, crazy red hair and she played tennis. She ended up being one of the better players in the state. That's about all I remember about her, really. Well, besides the fact that her older sister tried to hook us up for a school dance one time. That failed. I was so shy and scared at the time, and I really just didn't succeed at the whole dating thing. Anyway, had a crush on Ginger. Still remember her to do this day.

Jump back to present time. I get on the friend in New Braunfels' Facebook page, and it says, "Married to Ginger Lowdermilk Angel." How frickin' crazy is that? Is that not crazy? I literally haven't thought about Ginger in a couple of years. Jason either. Not since I was following his little brother's baseball career a few years back. And of all the nights I'm reminded of her, I find out she lives here. And she's married to Jason Angel, another old friend. That's just crazy. To me, at least.

Ahh, fun times. I sent Jason a friend request and message. Hopefully, I'll get to hook up with them some time soon!

I'm so sick of the BCS ...

that I wrote a column about it.

Who would win a playoff? Probably Florida. Or USC. Or Oklahoma. Or Utah. Heck, if you look at the NFL playoffs (the three top seeds have lost so far today, and Pittsburgh is tied with San Diego as I type), you just never know what will happen. It's time for March Madness, football style.

I have six days remaining in this apartment. What am I going to do? Good question. I'm exploring my options.

I tried to wash dishes a couple of days ago, and the dang dishwasher doesn't work. Pretty ironic, considering we don't have a dishwasher at our house and I've been doing it by hand for the past nearly three years. I'm cursed!

Things are crazy at work. We're minus two editors (sports and features), so Sean and I have been pulling double and triple duty. I'm very much ready to have a full staff!

I'm hoping to make a trip home next weekend. I miss my wife, and my pup, who I'm sure I won't recognize because I'm told she's getting so big!

Prayer request: We think someone's interested in our house. Please pray they'll make the right decision -- by buying ours!

If you're interested in what I'm doing, check out the Herald-Zeitung's Web site. Every day, we post a PDF of the front page layout, which is one of my main responsibilities.