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T.I. discusses “Entourage” – “Paper Trail” – plans for Christmas and 2009 on 97 BHT – A Ralphie Radio Show Exclusive.


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This guy is the QB for the Eagles – a Syracuse University alum (and Board of Trustees member) – and he doesn’t know a NFL regular season football game can end in a tie?

BTW, in a playoff or Super Bowl game, the teams play as many OTs as it takes to decide a winner. C’mon man…

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oh the irony – after two drama-less weekends with dramatic finishes, i pour in the action this weekend, only to look into the work week with possibly a full night’s sleep, and no tasks to complete on monday.

at least nothing related to my job. i do have that hair appt. at 1.

a couple sundays ago, i hailed cabs and hopped on trains headed uptown, downtown – met friends, drank beverages, and enjoyed an unexpected galavant throughout most of new york city. i spent the night/early morning writing the ralphie report from the second floor of mcdonald’s in times square and sending it out from the starbucks inside penn station – a walk from times square to madison square garden sandwiched in between the events.

last week i drove from lake geo… err… bolton landing, ny to wilkes-barre, with a pitstop turned day long jaunt in syracuse. visited family, former coworkers, and friends on the su hill. i also devoured my first chocolate milkshake of the season, ordered and later enjoyed some real chicken wings from my favorite college bar, and drowned myself in caffeine.

and today? attended church, cooked homemade sauce/pasta, cleaned my apartment, and watched my yankees lose in boston.

if only the weekend mirrored the previous two. and it almost did – until last night just after 1a.

kev the rev and i held down the woods on friday. the next night, i found myself inside colosseum night club. the fact that in a weekend i am paid to host parties in both of the aforementioned venues still reminds me to be thankful for my occupation.

anywho – saturday night could not have gone better – until. it’s 1a, and i head to the bar to grab drinks for friends. on my way back, i fell victim to a lack of traction on my chuck taylor’s and a slippery dance floor. i took a spill in the middle of denny tsettos‘s set, saving the drinks in the process.

this is where my night hits the apex and begins to end.

as i regain posture, i feel a tug to my right. suddenly – a flash and an unfamiliar burst of pressure flushes my face.

a girl i accidently ran in to decided that i deserved a knuckle sandwich for my innocent tumble. she landed a roundhouse square on my cheek bone.

thankfully, rob dale of colosseum night club witnessed the entire course of events. before i could even think of responding, the overzealous dancer found her night finished, on outside looking in from adams. big big thank you to the security staff at colosseum – true professionals – and i’d expect nothing less from that place. have you been? not only does everyone RAVE about it – but i have yet to hear a complaint.

i think nothing of it, a mix of a beer and adrenline preventing any feeling from entering my body. let’s not forget, i still had drinks to distribute.

after handing out the last beer, tony from the street team informs me that all is not over. apparently, i’m gushing blood from my cheek.

a half roll of paper towels and 20 minutes later, the blood ceases and i move about my way, to my car, and back to wilkes barre.

after all, i had a busy sunday to prepare for.

oh the irony – after two drama-less weekends with dramatic finishes, i pour in the action this weekend, only to look into the work week with possibly a full night’s sleep, and no tasks to complete on monday.

at least nothing related to my job. i do have that hair appt. at 1.

a couple sundays ago, i hailed cabs and hopped on trains headed uptown, downtown – met friends, drank beverages, and enjoyed an unexpected galavant throughout most of new york city. i spent the night/early morning writing the ralphie report from the second floor of mcdonald’s in times square and sending it out from the starbucks inside penn station – a walk from times square to madison square garden sandwiched in between the events.

last week i drove from lake geo… err… bolton landing, ny to wilkes-barre, with a pitstop turned day long jaunt in syracuse. visited family, former coworkers, and friends on the su hill. i also devoured my first chocolate milkshake of the season, ordered and later enjoyed some real chicken wings from my favorite college bar, and drowned myself in caffeine.

and today? attended church, cooked homemade sauce/pasta, cleaned my apartment, and watched my yankees lose in boston.

if only the weekend mirrored the previous two. and it almost did – until last night just after 1a.

kev the rev and i held down the woods on friday. the next night, i found myself inside colosseum night club. the fact that in a weekend i am paid to host parties in both of the aforementioned venues still reminds me to be thankful for my occupation.

anywho – saturday night could not have gone better – until. it’s 1a, and i head to the bar to grab drinks for friends. on my way back, i fell victim to a lack of traction on my chuck taylor’s and a slippery dance floor. i took a spill in the middle of denny tsettos‘s set, saving the drinks in the process.

this is where my night hits the apex and begins to end.

as i regain posture, i feel a tug to my right. suddenly – a flash and an unfamiliar burst of pressure flushes my face.

a girl i accidently ran in to decided that i deserved a knuckle sandwich for my innocent tumble. she landed a roundhouse square on my cheek bone.

thankfully, rob dale of colosseum night club witnessed the entire course of events. before i could even think of responding, the overzealous dancer found her night finished, on outside looking in from adams. big big thank you to the security staff at colosseum – true professionals – and i’d expect nothing less from that place. have you been? not only does everyone RAVE about it – but i have yet to hear a complaint.

i think nothing of it, a mix of a beer and adrenline preventing any feeling from entering my body. let’s not forget, i still had drinks to distribute.

after handing out the last beer, tony from the street team informs me that all is not over. apparently, i’m gushing blood from my cheek.

a half roll of paper towels and 20 minutes later, the blood ceases and i move about my way, to my car, and back to wilkes barre.

after all, i had a busy sunday to prepare for.

every year, a number of radio geeks decend upon the SU hill for the annual wjpz alumni banquet. it’s an all around great time – you catch up with old friends, network, catch an orange basketball game, and drink.

yes, and you drink… did i mention drink?

seriously though, this year would be my fifth banquet, and the one looked forward to since sophomore year, as this is the first time i would attend banquet as both a z89 and su alum. my second through fourth banquets were filled with a minimal amount of awkwardness because i had only completed one year of Z, with hot 107-9 stealing me away at the beginning of my second year at syracuse.

in addition, this would be the first alumni event that a date would accompany me for – of course, my girlfriend angela.

the day started on a down note. ang and i were slow to arrive at the carrier dome for the orange’s noon-time start against pitt. and then, well we all know how that ended.

but things started to improve before i even left the dome. i ran into my uber-mentor, dr. wright, as well as good friend, popular newhouse alum, and espn broadcaster sean mcdonough.

after a quick walk back to the sheraton, the gf hit the sheets to catch up on shuteye. i met up with my friend julie from atlantic records and her friend ty, and walked over to the z89 studios, located in the comfortable confines of watson hall.

i thought i had it good as a freshman… these kids have the most high-tech equipment out there. the z89 studios are much more advanced than the bht world headquarters, from the digital boards and software to the three sony video cameras, complete with remote controls and an lcd monitoring board.

just sounds sick, right?

after hopping on the air for literally, a hot second, julie and i walked over to chuck’s, where i was greeted with a number of familiar employee faces, a number of fellow disappointed orange fans, and thankfully, a number of draft beers available via pitchers.

of course, i can’t forget former college roommate sam, now living in washington d-sizzle. seriously, this story would be way cooler without that game that just happened an hour ago.

after a three-hour frosted beverage marathon, with a halftime appearance by the notorious hawaiian ryan, we headed back to the sheraton. afterall, i did have a 7pm alumni banquet to attend.

more drinking, catching up with friends, awful food… i mean, GREAT food…. a little more drinking… a right-on-key keynote address from z alum and new york sports talk show host craig carton (despite his blatent diss of buffalo women, while i sat there with my girlfriend).

don’t say i didn’t take full advantage of the fact that i had returned to my old stomping grounds, with no where to drive and a hotel room.

okay, the rest of the night entailed a trip to senior-bar faegans, a return to chuck’s, and a final stop, via limo, to an afterparty that had more or less emptied out. so, let’s just fast forward to 11a on sunday, when i woke up, sans the hangover.

ang and i met patrice (now a sophomore, responsible for those msnbc segments) downstairs at rachel’s for brunch. of course, i’d be remiss if i traveled to central new york and didn’t visit with my aunt and cousins in liverpool. finally, almost everything we set out for accomplished, we hit the road.

as you may or may not be able to tell, i enjoyed my trip back to syracuse. i carried more good than bad memories away from the three-one-five after four years on the grind there. when you invest so much – monetarily, physically, emotionally – in one place, it’s hard to forget and easy to look back and reminisce on the times that were.

that is of course, those times that you can remember.

well let me tell you – i’ve learned so much about presidential elections, how our country works, the media, and northeast pa in the past day.

and technically, my day is far from over.

i’ll proceed to update the blog with some missing photos/stories from the past two weekends, spent in syracuse and harrisburg respectively. then, i’ll flood you with a copious amount of content from yesterday’s rally inside scranton high school with senator and presidential hopeful hillary clinton.

hang tight.

every year, a number of radio geeks decend upon the SU hill for the annual wjpz alumni banquet. it’s an all around great time – you catch up with old friends, network, catch an orange basketball game, and drink.

yes, and you drink… did i mention drink?

seriously though, this year would be my fifth banquet, and the one looked forward to since sophomore year, as this is the first time i would attend banquet as both a z89 and su alum. my second through fourth banquets were filled with a minimal amount of awkwardness because i had only completed one year of Z, with hot 107-9 stealing me away at the beginning of my second year at syracuse.

in addition, this would be the first alumni event that a date would accompany me for – of course, my girlfriend angela.

the day started on a down note. ang and i were slow to arrive at the carrier dome for the orange’s noon-time start against pitt. and then, well we all know how that ended.

but things started to improve before i even left the dome. i ran into my uber-mentor, dr. wright, as well as good friend, popular newhouse alum, and espn broadcaster sean mcdonough.

after a quick walk back to the sheraton, the gf hit the sheets to catch up on shuteye. i met up with my friend julie from atlantic records and her friend ty, and walked over to the z89 studios, located in the comfortable confines of watson hall.

i thought i had it good as a freshman… these kids have the most high-tech equipment out there. the z89 studios are much more advanced than the bht world headquarters, from the digital boards and software to the three sony video cameras, complete with remote controls and an lcd monitoring board.

just sounds sick, right?

after hopping on the air for literally, a hot second, julie and i walked over to chuck’s, where i was greeted with a number of familiar employee faces, a number of fellow disappointed orange fans, and thankfully, a number of draft beers available via pitchers.

of course, i can’t forget former college roommate sam, now living in washington d-sizzle. seriously, this story would be way cooler without that game that just happened an hour ago.

after a three-hour frosted beverage marathon, with a halftime appearance by the notorious hawaiian ryan, we headed back to the sheraton. afterall, i did have a 7pm alumni banquet to attend.

more drinking, catching up with friends, awful food… i mean, GREAT food…. a little more drinking… a right-on-key keynote address from z alum and new york sports talk show host craig carton (despite his blatent diss of buffalo women, while i sat there with my girlfriend).

don’t say i didn’t take full advantage of the fact that i had returned to my old stomping grounds, with no where to drive and a hotel room.

okay, the rest of the night entailed a trip to senior-bar faegans, a return to chuck’s, and a final stop, via limo, to an afterparty that had more or less emptied out. so, let’s just fast forward to 11a on sunday, when i woke up, sans the hangover.

ang and i met patrice (now a sophomore, responsible for those msnbc segments) downstairs at rachel’s for brunch. of course, i’d be remiss if i traveled to central new york and didn’t visit with my aunt and cousins in liverpool. finally, almost everything we set out for accomplished, we hit the road.

as you may or may not be able to tell, i enjoyed my trip back to syracuse. i carried more good than bad memories away from the three-one-five after four years on the grind there. when you invest so much – monetarily, physically, emotionally – in one place, it’s hard to forget and easy to look back and reminisce on the times that were.

that is of course, those times that you can remember.