On Fire, but Not as Hot as Pistol

Hey World, What's happenin?

Life is good with me. I'm living the college dream right now. I'm taking classes like a legitimate D1 scholarship athlete. The light load has given me an opportunity to log so many more facebook hours, keep up with nearly every D3 basketball team in our region, and even throw up a quick blog.

I'm currently sitting in Lib and Walt's "office" across the hall from their bedroom here in the Cinco. This is where I do some of my finest multitasking. Now that's not usually my strength, but I can manage pretty well until my legs start to get numb.

So the world of Wetberg has been pretty good lately. I mean it's been GOOD. It's been real Guuuhd. School is getting going after my favorite non-religious holiday, Thanksgiving. It was nice to get home, get some rest, see family and friends, and pack on a few pounds.

Back at N-Dub, things are going pretty typical for this time of year. The team is off to a 3-2 start after falling to my man Gilby and his LAX goons last night. Prior to this, I need to give a little background on my season. I've been placed in a supporting role to help the team, so my hands have become callused from rooting on my Eagles, yelling "WET" every time a WQ member catches the ball, and holding my teammates back after a sick lay-up that gets the Erickson center on their feet.

I have gotten in a couple times this year, but managed to ruin my trillions in both my opportunities. I got greedy against my hometown Falcons and had to cast a couple deep balls before returning to my seat that thankfully still had a little warmth. I sat in shame as I thought, "What would the Shark do?". This was a feeling I didn't want back anytime soon. So a couple days later, my name gets called and for some reason a allow a few rebounds to fall into my hands. C'mon Wetberg! You're never gonna get a trillion at this point!

Finally, Yesterday came though. It was a much anticipated game. It was a reuniting of two brothers that are only separated by blood, 125 miles, a few shades of hair color, and about 100 pounds on the bench press.

This game must have been hyped up a lot because the whole town of LaCrosse was buzzing for this Monday night, early season, non-conference showdown. Okay...that's a total lie.

So we hopped off our bus in LAX with our dreams and our cardigans. (there are only a few guys that could rock a cardigan with any decency, and I don't think I'm one of them.)

I guess I lied again. Nobody had the respect to Miley to at least pull out a cardigan for the trip. That being said, we walked into the gym in typical fashion to get changed and ready for the game. We went into the gym an hour or so before the game to get some shots up. Nobody warned us we'd be playing in the dark.

I figured UW-L was ready to put up a big show. How legit would it be to warm up with basically just security lights on, then during player intros, the court just shines. I was ready to see how legit these state schools were! I was like "wow! No wonder so many of my friends go here!"

This dream just wasn't going to happen. So after warming up in the dark, tuning out the 15 fans, and listening to coach give us the keys to success, it was game time.

Now, I'm not qualified to give a post game summary of a college basketball game. I think you need a degree for that (or have license plates reading "GZIL"). So I'll just fast forward to the last 6 minutes of the game. We were trailing by about 20, and coach gives me the nod. Despite my tight legs from sitting for over an hour, I flew out of my seat. My mouth started to salivate as I saw six minutes left on the clock.

Finally the buzzer sounded, the refs signaled me in, and it was time to do my thing. It took a couple minutes to get used to the flow of the game, but at about 3 minutes, one of my teammates asked me, "You gonna get wet or what?". These words of encouragement and confidence were all I needed. (Plus a 2 1/2 hour inspirational skype chat with my boy GZ) ...no homo.

To make a long story short, I decided to go Jason McElwaine* on em. (I feel like that should be a new line in the "kobe bryant on em" song by Sho Baraka. In the last few minutes, I decided to live up to my "wetberg" nickname. I hit my first real-game 3-pointer in the year 2010, then my second, and then my third with a couple seconds left in the game. I went from lucky shot, to heating up, to "HE'S ON FIRE!". My next shot was about to be from half court with the ball torching in flames. (What's up NBA JAM for the Super Nintendo?)

These points were significant for nothing other than my confidence, making the box score look less harsh, and making my man Gilby and all his teammates have to run the next day for my most glorious scrub minutes of my career.

If you feel like you've heard a similar story, it's because you probably have. See the youtube video link below for the man who was truly "hotter than a pistol". All I can say is that I was packing Half the heat of a pistol.

* http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzFCU7hN2yk *

Well, my lower half is almost completely numb, so I better wrap this up. J-Mac is bringing tears to my eyes.

Wetberg's World: Be inspired. Keep living the dream, and as always, Stay WET!

WETBERG

That time of year again!

Wetberg's World:

It's been far too long. Days, weeks, and months have passed and many of you have been wondering what I've been up to. Now, is there any special significance of why I'm posting my blog today for the first time in three months? Why yes. There is. Today is the first day of the season that really matters. For the last three months, I have been training, preparing, and engaging myself for this very day. It's been circled on the calendar as "Game 1". During the past three months I have been pouring hours of time and sweat into the fine establishment we like the call "the Erickson Center" at Northwestern. Many fall afternoons, I could and have been seen attempting to lift weights, chucking a few shots up, and even working on a few fundamentals that keep me from getting cut, henceforth, allowing me to live the D3 dream.

The last month has been an up and down little stretch. The practices have been competitive, but fun. We've been going hard for over 4 weeks, but now it's time to test our skills against our friends from down the road: Hamline University.

Now before we get too carried away with what's actually going to go down in tonight's game, let me take an opportunity to hand out a few pre-season awards (while it is still the pre-season)

We'll start with our seniors:
-Most likely to quote a youtube video in a pregame inspirational chat: Point Guard "LeBrian"

-Most likely to foul out of a game: J-Will

-Most likely to "get some after the game": Thomps (Don't worry NWC! He's Married! Congrats bro.)

For the Juniors:
-Least likely to Dunk: Reep

-Longest post-game phone call: Big E (Man-child)

-Most likely to be confused for a legitimate D1 Athlete: Gabriel

Sophomores:
-Most hideous no-shave November results: Grime-Master Libby

-Most likely to have a diabetic seizure: WAAALLLTTTTT

-Most likely to trip while playing D: Chit (Although, if my boy Pav from RF were playing, he'd give him a run for the money)

-Most likely to record a Trillion: Yours Truly!

Freshmen:
The Jury is still out on these guys.

Most likely to achieve 3+ foot stomps, and call out a play for someone not on our team this year (2-Steven): Coach.

Well, I gotta head to the game. Hopefully none of these guys live up to their pre-season awards except for Libby. I know for a fact he will.

Time go Wetberg on em.

Much love.