Taking it to the Next Level

Last Fall, towards the beginning of our basketball season, our team participated in a Seminar put on by a man named Rick Rassier. Rick taught messages of teamwork, communication, and pushed us to take everything we do in life to the next level. I believe his goal for us was to push each other to do our best so we could succeed as a team. Last night, things were taken to the next level. Before you all jump to conclusion on what that may entail, I'll just tell you to stop. I'm not, and never want to be THAT blogger. WWTB= What Would Titus Blog? This is what I ask myself: if Mark 'The Shark' Titus lived life as a member of Club Trillion at THE Northwestern College of St. Paul (myself), WWTB? Needless to say, last night was OC (out of Control/ Outta Control). Here's what's Happenin:

As I mentioned in my first inaugural post last night, I was witnessing the preliminary rounds of a classic and potentially memorable "Phone Game" (See previous post). Last night, I was sharing my life and What was Happenin in the World of Wetberg (my blog) when I heard from the living room, "Phone game!" This was followed by Walt's , "C'mon Dude! Dude! C'mon Man!" I responded with a smile, a shoulder shrug, and returned to spitting truth. A few moments later, "Phone Game" became personal. Often times, I am an innocent bystander amidst the chaos, but tonight I was a Victim. My "good friend Gary" swiftly swiped my cell phone off of my desk and raced into the living room to show off his prize to his hero, his idol, his everything: The Grime-master himself: Ellis Libby. This display of poking the bear put a smile on Ellis's face. Over the course of our freshman year, Gary has assimilated into Ellis 2.0. This nickname has not been brought out, but Gary's nightly prayers of BECOMING Ellis are soon to be answered...Anyways...I gave him no initial response as I had nothing to hide on my phone, but most importantly, I am extremely incapable of multitasking. Women have their struggles, and as a man, this is one I have the burden of bearing each and every day of my life...After the completion of my first blog entry, I was in a good mood. It felt good to release all of my emotions into cyber space where no one, but the people in the room would likely read. (I am hoping that this will change. Nobody knew about Mark Titus's Blog his freshman year... if we all do survive 2012, we look forward to an outburst of comments and countless random facebook friend requests as the popularity of this blog ravishes.) Back to the main point... My phone was taken. I was ready to retrieve it, but wasn't about to do so in the fashion of whimpering and complaining like my good friend Walt, who has the cahones the size of skittles. I promptly seized my target: Gary. I politely confronted him and inquired the where-abouts of my cell. He decided to continue to poke the bear (me) by asking frustrating questions such as "Did I check my Pants". I responded with, "Of course. There is nothing in my pants!" I had been played. My previous state of joy from blogging was quickly fading into anguish. I decided to turn up the heat and thing got a touch physical. I regret to report on this part of the story. In no way am I proud of the following actions, or do I think they are permitted in a healthy friendship. Needless to say, Gary went from standing by my side, to facedown on the ground. He continued his insubordination, so I had to result to an elementary practice of the Wedgie. I didn't like giving it as much as he didn't like taking it (that's not what she said). When I was done being the playground bully I hoped I would never be, I got up, helped my brother up, and noticed that my good friend left me a souvineer of crimson on my nice tan carpet. Being the good guy that I am, I helped him to clean up his mess, and proceeded to ask the follow up question of where my phone was. Quick note: It was still not in my pants. With the adrenaline of a blood spill on my mind, I regressed to the level of the antagonizers. I sought revenge. I lunged for his Cell phone in an attempt to secure come leverage, but was only able to grip the strap of his recently purchased soft case. With my rage-filled adrenaline tug, but case ripped. Now, not only was I down a phone, I was about to be $20 lighter to buy him a new one. The game continued and i was given numerous hints such as "It's hot" and "It's cold". I checked every appliance (hot and cold) on my floor. This was all done in vain. No luck. The time to go to the Vespers worship service had arrived and the girl I would love to date someday is waiting for us and views the chaotic events from a distance. My embarassment increased tenfold. I now looked like a huge tool infront of the girl I liked. Eventually, I had to just drop the fact that I wasn't about to get my phone back soon. Throughout the night, Gary's signature line included the following, "You will Pay!". I certainly did, but for what? Oh yeah....blogging, being an innocent bystander, doing my thing. The phrase that nice guys always lose is true. Just ask Jake from the Bachelor. He got stuck with a hideous, Horse-faced girl from Florida (his own fault....chickenhead)...that is besides the point, but it's nice to be able to relate. The night concluded with me attending the worship service, and returning a changed man. I returned his ipod and continuously "high-roaded" him with every cliched Statement that came to my head. I came back with my tail between my legs, apologizing for all the wrong I had done him. I had snapped, but been repaired. I experienced MATCHLESS GRACE at this worship and was very convicted that it took me 15 minutes without a phone to snap when Jesus Chirst was brutally tortured and made fun of. One week after Easter, I had the balls to get heated over a friendly night of "Phone game". This was the most embarrasing thing of my night, (next to the time I called Sarah a horse in Walt's car). That's a story for another day though.... The night ended with me receiving my phone back by stopping my fighting. Sometimes we bang heads and it only causes us to bleed. Tonight I learned a valuable lesson: I learned to take it to the next level. Welcome to the high road! I'm sure it won't be long before I knocked off of my "High Horse" as some refer to the life I live, but until that day comes,

Stay Wet my friends.

This is What's happenin in Wetberg's World.

God Bless,

Wetberg

P.S. I apologize for my failure to indent and use the paragraphing skills that I payed way more than i shoud've to learn about in the fall semester.