Hello. My name is: WETberg

Well, it's been about four days since my previous blog, and I'm starting to sense that my four followers are just gripping onto their laptops awaiting the next words of wisdom, or life changing story that will appear in my world. I've been crazy busy and have developed this new mindset that whenever I think of something funny or clever, I'm in an awkward place like calculus class and am unable to share it with my four fans who're salivating in anticipation. So before my good friends become dehydrated while refreshing the page every five minutes, I will attempt to fill you in on What's happenin' in the Word of Wetberg.


I'm sure many of you are curious about the origination of my blog name, Wetberg. In the fall, as a member of the Northwestern College basketball team had the honor and privilege of being teammates with a young man most commonly known as "Dos". Dos spiced up everything about basketball in the pre-season both on and off the court. His frequent high shrieks of, "Cookieeees!!!" during practice was an absolute treat to experience. Dos tore up the open gym circuit in the fall and had a nice beginning of the season before having to leave school for some reasons that will remain undisclosed. What did Dos mean to me? Dos was my first ethnic at Northwestern. He opened up my taste buds to fried chicken with Tobasco sauce, showed the quartet (minus lib) what it's like to be the minority in an 18+ Minneapolis nightclub, along with many other unique phrases of the inner city. As a first year college student who was fresh out of rural western Wisconsin, my head was spinning. I often had to ask, "What does that even mean?" Sometimes I just smiled and nodded if I failed to comprehend a particular phrase. Ellis however, had no trouble understanding any of these phrases as he claims to be an "uh oh Oreo". I'll let you all connect the dots there.... Anyways, one term that Dos introduced to the team was the word "WET". This term was an adjective for having a nice jump-shot in basketball. An example of the word "WET" used in a sentence would be, "That cat had a WET J tonight". This means that a person (that cat) was shooting his jumpshot well (had a wet J) tonight. As a lifelong basketball player, I have come to terms with other synonyms to this new hit phrase. Some would be "Hot", "Smooth", ...yeah, that's about it. I really don't remember what life was like without this great word.
As a member of Club Trillion on our team, I had the opportunity to encourage my teammates during all 29 of our games. I think it's fair to say that the word "WET" came out of my mouth in at least 25% of sentences. This term has been an integral part of my freshman experience. I can proudly say that I am a member of "The WET Quartet" (Ellis, Wade, Walt, and Myself).
So back to the origination of this blog name: as many of you know, my last name is not really Wetberg. (Although if this sticks, I may think about pulling a Chad Ochocinco and getting it changed.) The name Wetberg has just been destiny. The name stuck after I was called that by an unspecified drunken member of the "Stew Crew" who happens to go to a college in Calmar, IA. (What's happenin Stew Crew? See you this weekend!) From there, it became my go-to alias when ordering bag lunches from the cafeteria, simply to see if I could get away with it. I did. In your face Naz! Anyways, the name is beginning to stick, and I feel very blessed. I haven't been so fortunate or keen of some of my other nicknames while growing up. (RF Basketball team: You know what I'm talking about). Another day, another dollar on that story.

This was a rather short post, but stay tuned for an update on why the Cinco (my place of residency) has been so lonely lately as well as updates from the weekend.

It's been real folk. Please stay wet.

God Bless,

Wetberg