I Don’t Mean to Brag, But…
July 22nd, 2009 - Uncategorized - 17 Comments »If you ever hear me start a sentence off with “I don’t mean to brag, but…”, my sole intention is to brag. You know how it is. There are just a few things we’re better at than everyone else and we won’t rest until the world knows. Luckily, I have a blog where I can broadcast these unique superlatives. Here are four things that, in my mind, I am incredible at.
Super Mario Bros.
I can beat this entire game in 5:53. That’s five minutes, fifty-three seconds. My senior year of college, my friend Adam and I got an original Nintendo and played this game for no less than three hours a day. Our main concern was speed (obviously), so if we died, or were off pace in any way, we’d reset the game and hand over the controller. That’s called discipline, my friends. That’s how you win championships.
One-Tripping
When it’s time to unload anything from our car, Amy and I yell out our battle cry “One-Trip Stantons!” to make sure everyone’s on the same page with what is about to happen (you think I’m kidding). I don’t care if it was a simple trip to the grocery store or an extended family vacation to Guadalupe, we’re getting everything back in that house in one trip. I’ll sometimes spend 7-8 minutes just standing there formulating a solid stacking plan. I’ll throw my back out, dent the car, scratch the doorjambs – whatever it takes. Sometimes you have to sacrifice to be the best.
Reverse Driving
I have a friend who would probably dispute this (Dan), but I’m pretty confident that I’m one of the best reverse drivers in the southeastern United States. I’m almost more confident driving in reverse than I am going forward. Average people like to park in such a way that leaving will be as easy as possible. I like to put myself in seemingly impossible situations so that I can wow the eventual passenger with my mastery of the exit. They’ve yet to comment on how awesome that maneuver just was, but I know they’re thinking it.
Sitting
When I was single, I could watch about thirteen consecutive hours of 24 in one sitting. I’d only get up to use the bathroom and to grab lunch, which usually amounted to a tube of barbecue Pringles and some tap water. Now that I’m married with kids I can only pull off about nine consecutive hours before my wife starts getting frustrated. I’ve tried telling her that she’s witnessing greatness, but she has a different word for it.
Your turn to brag. What are you amazing at?
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