<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168638</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:46:04.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kam's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered. 

Nelson Mandela, 'A Long Walk to Freedom'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00054527906256067733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/1600/B8EZSYAQBMXH.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168638.post-9147743520479847237</id><published>2008-05-15T09:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:59:08.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Time Comming</title><content type='html'>Well, as I post on my blog once again its now been forever and a day since the last post and I'm reminded how easy it is to loose track of time. To be honest, while sitting here at work with no one calling in I don't know why I thought of getting on my blog. But I can say that its been good because I was able to look at some of my good friends posts and reminded again of all the good times and how great they really are. Too often in life I think we forget the simple pleasures and worry about too many things that don't really matter at all. So I want to blog about some of the good times and simple pleasures that I haven't thought about in a while. These are not in order of importance or the level of enjoyment, Im just listing them as they come to mind, so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;1) Sunday Night Hot Chocolate in 55- I was reminded of this when one of my current roomates came up with the idea to have coco time every week. We make a cup of cocco and then sit on our balcony and chat for a few minutes and just chill. It made me think of Jen McQueen, Ashley, Barb and Trish and all the good times we had hanging out with them and having a cup of hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;2) Thurdsay night Bowling- Who could ever think of a better thursday night activity? All of us trying to beat Shanelle, and rarely ever doing it. Making fun of Meghan. The occasional outburst of profanity, T.J. winning free bowling for knowing trivia, and who can forget the little kid who liked to play in the lockers.&lt;br /&gt;3) Backyard movies- One of Pats greater ideas, I would have to admit. Its great to have 20 0r thirty people crammed in the back yard for movies. And who would have guessed some of the fun that would occur. Ren trying to be a ladies man and other good times.&lt;br /&gt;4) Gotcha- Hiding in a tree waiting for Reed to come home. The constant sneaking around with a squirt gun and not trusting anyone. An alliance with Tiff, Holly and Amanda. Getting killed by your Bishop. haha good times.&lt;br /&gt;5) Forgotten Carols Date Night- I have now been to the Forgotten Carols five years in a row but I don't know that many can compare to the two years in Logan. Its not many times you can get around 20 people crammed into our little house for a home made dinner. And looking back on things I have taken 5 different girls to the play and after Mer gets married 4 out of the 5 will be married, and Im still single. Figure that one out.&lt;br /&gt;6) Bonfires- Whether we were up Green Canyon or up the canyon at Risa's cabin these were all good times. Bruce and his guitar and Spice and his drums. There were only about 7 of us at one of the most memorable fires, but I don't think Josh or Spice and I will forget Kates fiesty friend and how she had to make fun of everyone. And then getting to see the reaction and verbal beat down she got from Spice after she had pushed his button. And who can forget the mattress swing, haha and thats all that needs to be said about that.&lt;br /&gt;7) Sci Fi Theata- I don't know that I will ever experience anything like this again. Picture around 15 strait guys in an apartment going around the circle confessing who each one was interested in and talking about relationship problems. I know we all got a look at a different side of a few people.&lt;br /&gt;8) The USU 37th Ward- Its hard to have a ward that was as close and fun as that ward. We had such a great bishopric with Bishop Stokes, Brother Measom, and Brother Daines. It was amazing how we all clicked and were such good friends. It was litterally for me a home away from home. I met some amazing people and good friends. I'm not the best at keeping in touch or being the greatest friend but I will hopefully change that and be better.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I could go on for quite a while about things I loved and enjoyed about Logan and my experiences up there. It will have been 2 years in August that I moved to Orem. I made it back up there about a week ago with my brother. It was only the 2nd time since I had moved that I had been back. I took him around and showed him some of the places that bring back memories and where the good times happened. Logan has changed but memories and friendships never will. I don't know if anyone still reads this blog or not but thats ok. Just to finish it off, Im just going to say to all you out there that were apart of any of these memories and many more " I burrito you!" That phrase won't mean much to some but to everyone else, you know exactly what I'm saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168638-9147743520479847237?l=kallen714.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/feeds/9147743520479847237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168638&amp;postID=9147743520479847237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/9147743520479847237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/9147743520479847237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-time-comming.html' title='A Long Time Comming'/><author><name>Kam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00054527906256067733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/1600/B8EZSYAQBMXH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168638.post-7461319132730149967</id><published>2007-03-29T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:45:02.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I have done anything on here. But I figure now that I have some time thats free, I should spruce this thing up a bit. Life has been pretty different than it was a year ago this time. Im now in Orem and I like it here quite a bit. I always swore that I would never live in Provo/Orem area but I'm here and its not bad at all. I work for a security systems company and deal with angry people a lot. I work in cancellations and its not bad to be honest. Most people aren't that upset and I can take care of their problems. I do fairly well at my job and so I can't complain&lt;br /&gt;I live with 6 guys. 5 of them have been friends since 7th grade. They are pretty chill guys and we get along pretty well. I guess I could say I have been accepted into the group of friends. I got very lucky to get to put in the same apartment as these guys.&lt;br /&gt;Well and for the other fun stuff in life. Im still single, I know such a shocker haha. Not really, just dating and not into anything too serious right now. Just enjoying life at the moment. I have been taking a break for the past while from school. I had no idea where i wanted to go or what to do. But I think I have decided what I want to do. I am going to look into going to BYU. Its a good school and I think it will be a good experience if I can get in and go to school. Well, I will try to post on this more often now. So check back for more updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168638-7461319132730149967?l=kallen714.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/feeds/7461319132730149967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168638&amp;postID=7461319132730149967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/7461319132730149967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/7461319132730149967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>Kam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00054527906256067733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/1600/B8EZSYAQBMXH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168638.post-115995452667352026</id><published>2006-10-04T03:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T03:35:26.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Well its pretty crazy that I'm still up at 3:26 am on a wednesday morning. I was just on myspace looking up some friends that I need to add, and I was reminded of all the good times I have had with so many people and the influence they have had on my life. I don't know where to start saying thank you and I don't dare start to mention names because I don't want to leave anyone out. I got to know some amazing people up in Logan. Some of the best friends a guy could ever have. I don't know if anyone even reads this anymore but if your one of those friends thanks for everything you have done. Your great and I appreciate ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168638-115995452667352026?l=kallen714.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/feeds/115995452667352026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168638&amp;postID=115995452667352026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/115995452667352026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/115995452667352026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/2006/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Kam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00054527906256067733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/1600/B8EZSYAQBMXH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168638.post-115178552534051273</id><published>2006-07-01T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:25:25.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unexpected Events of Life</title><content type='html'>Life seems to have a way of always keeping us off balance and on our toes. I have written about having life figured out and then having everything falling apart and then we know nothing. That happens to a lot of people and sometimes it can be enough to make someone want to quit trying and just give in and give up.&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to ask why me when these things happen. I do it all the time even though I try so hard not to. I don't think wondering why helps anything it just makes it worse. When we focus on why things happen, we feel bad about our situation and loose sight of all the good things that are around us and the blessing we have. We don't take time to appreciate the things that we appreciate about the situation that we were in and only want to go back to where we were. I know that's something that happens in my life. Change isn't accepted well by most of us and it causes stress and worry in our lives. I won't go so far as to say there aren't some why questions that we can ask that will be beneficial. But I do belief that asking "Why Me?" isn't one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Life can be cruel and heartless at times. Its hard to accept that most of the time when other people are involved, freedom of choice can be a very hard thing to deal with and accept. Sometimes it doesn't matter how you feel or what you want, people make choices that affect us and it hurts sometimes. Sometimes it hurts worse than you could have ever imagined or have ever been hurt before. I have pondered on why this is part of life and haven't really come up with any good answers and I don't know if I will ever know the answer. One thing I believe is that things happen for a reason in life. That belief doesn't make it any easier to deal with some of life's monkey wrenches but it does make it easier to look at what happened more objectively. It makes it a little easier to ask the question " What do I need to learn from this?" or the question "How can this situation make me a better person?"&lt;br /&gt;I probably am the last person who should be writing this right now. Im just spewing thoughts that have been on my mind on to the computer screen and in a lot of ways I need to just follow my own post and do these things in my own life. Life can be so hard at times and it can seem like no one cares or is there for us. I know that this isn't true, there is always someone who has our back and will be there for us no matter what. We sometimes loose the people that get us through the days and seem to make life worth while. But no matter what happens life goes on and if we sit around and only think about what we had we will miss out on so much. Don't get me wrong I don't think that it is easy to just get on with life. That might me one of the hardest things for us to believe and really do. It takes time to heal and then we can move on with life. And I don't know that you can really put a time limit on how long it will take to heal and be able to move on. All I can say is thank goodness for family and good friends and also for the good lord and his help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168638-115178552534051273?l=kallen714.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/feeds/115178552534051273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168638&amp;postID=115178552534051273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/115178552534051273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/115178552534051273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/2006/07/unexpected-events-of-life.html' title='The Unexpected Events of Life'/><author><name>Kam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00054527906256067733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/1600/B8EZSYAQBMXH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168638.post-114478250736414877</id><published>2006-04-11T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:08:27.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  A store that sells husbands has just opened in Dallas, TX, where woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates."You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch. You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids, and are extremely good looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads: Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and help with the housework.  "Oh,mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads: Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads: Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping here &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168638-114478250736414877?l=kallen714.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/feeds/114478250736414877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168638&amp;postID=114478250736414877' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/114478250736414877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/114478250736414877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/2006/04/husband-store.html' title='Husband Store'/><author><name>Kam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00054527906256067733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/1600/B8EZSYAQBMXH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168638.post-114186218105414889</id><published>2006-03-08T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:17:26.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pretty Good Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/1600/mandela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/320/mandela.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was just browsing the internet at work during a down moment. I wanted to find the quote that is attributed to Nelson Mandela that was said on the movie "Coach Carter" by Timo Cruz. But instead I found some other really good quotes that I'm going to post. I will comment on them later when I get a few more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires.&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We must use time wisely and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right.&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168638-114186218105414889?l=kallen714.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/feeds/114186218105414889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168638&amp;postID=114186218105414889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/114186218105414889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/114186218105414889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-pretty-good-quotes.html' title='Some pretty Good Quotes'/><author><name>Kam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00054527906256067733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/1600/B8EZSYAQBMXH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168638.post-113947611279906263</id><published>2006-02-09T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T14:51:12.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets just let the poor guys be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.usatoday.com/sports/baseball/_photos/2005-10-12-inside-swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.usatoday.com/sports/baseball/_photos/2005-10-12-inside-swing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've had a lot of time to think about a few things since watching the Super Bowl last Sunday. I was hoping to see the Seatle Seahawks win the game, only because they were the underdog and have never won a superbowl before. My team is the Denver Broncos so I honestly didn't care who won the game. As I watched the game I saw several things that upset me. I didn't agree with some of the calls the officals made and unfortunately some of those calls did seem to change the flow of the game. After the game I steamed about why the referee squad was so terrible and like many other people in America felt like the Seahawks got the short end of the stick. This caused me to think back to several other games I have watched in the past year. The Troy Polomalu interception that was interperted as a incomplete pass, the whole situation with A.J. Pierzynski and the Angels in the ALCS, and many countless other times a bad call or something that I didn't agree with has happened.&lt;br /&gt;I have had the opportunity to be a umpire for a little leauge baseball game and have been a referee in many basketball games. I would have to say that it isn't the most fun that I have ever had. I think I would even go so far to say that it sucked real bad, and that was only little leauge and church ball. I can't even imagine what it would be like to have the pressure that college and professional officals face on a regular basis. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icicom.up.pt/blog/quarto-arbitro/arquivos/tim%20duncan%20frente%20aos%20suns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.icicom.up.pt/blog/quarto-arbitro/arquivos/tim%20duncan%20frente%20aos%20suns.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know no matter what you saw or what happened your wrong. If its not the player, its the coach, and if not either of them then it is the assanine fans who some how know everything there is to know about sports because they watch it on tv or in real life sometimes. I think that we all need to stop focusing so much on the officals and get back to whats important the Game. Of corse there is the occasional idot offical like the crew who officated the Duke vs Florida State basketball game. If you read up on that you will see that some officals are just idiots and definately win games for some teams. But overall I think that the officals do a decent job.&lt;br /&gt;Its a fact of life that superstars are going to get some calls that the normal joe shmoe would never get. There isn't anything that we can do about that and there never will be. I think the sooner we get back to the game and stop focusing on the officals the better off we will be. But to do that teams, coaches and fans are going to have to own up to a lot of stuff. Its true the officals did make some bad calls in the Super Bowl but that wasn't the reason that Jeremy Stevens dropped several passes that would have made a huge difference or the reason that Seattle missed 2 field goals as well. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/img/01-06/0117polamalu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/img/01-06/0117polamalu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The referee botched the call on the Polomalu interception but had the Steelers lost the game it would have been because of their defense not being able to stop the Colts last drive or even because of the Jerome Bettis fumble near the end of the game. The umpire clearly made a bad call in the ALCS but even the Angels coach said that they couldn't blame the umpire for them loosing the series.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I don't see players, coaches or fans owning up to much of anything in the near future. Joey Porter and his idiot comment about the refs wanting the Colts to win their game is evidence of that. So I do think that the umpires and referees will be under continued scrutiny and pressure, to do something that is unhumanly possible except for one man, and that is be perfect. But in the mean time it sure would be nice to be able to watch a game and just watch a game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168638-113947611279906263?l=kallen714.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/feeds/113947611279906263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168638&amp;postID=113947611279906263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/113947611279906263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/113947611279906263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-just-let-poor-guys-be.html' title='Lets just let the poor guys be!'/><author><name>Kam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00054527906256067733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/1600/B8EZSYAQBMXH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168638.post-113761881091893838</id><published>2006-01-18T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T15:25:32.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How polically stupid are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/1600/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/320/m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="TOP: 14px" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062857/K=john+Mccain/v=2/SID=w/l=II/R=1/SS=i/OID=16067c4c08355792/SIG=1dto7hgig/EXP=1138918800/*-http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Fp%3Djohn%2BMccain%26sp%3D1%26fr2%3Dsp-top%26SpellState%3Dn-627944513_q-h%2F9%2FKUoeIDKk5T.aFKXTVgABAA%40%40&amp;w=171&amp;amp;h=171&amp;imgurl=www.thepoorman.net%2Fimages%2Fjohn_mccain.jpg&amp;amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thepoorman.net%2Farchives%2F001632.html&amp;size=9.7kB&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;name=john_mccain.jpg&amp;p=john+Mccain&amp;amp;type=jpeg&amp;no=1&amp;amp;tt=6,325&amp;amp;ei=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;John McCain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you scored 32 politically stupid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Well, you're certainly not red, but you're not all blue either. Maybe like a tomato with a little bit of blue mold on it. Read more Ann Coulter and Larry Elder, and be sure to take plenty of vitamin B12. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168638-113761881091893838?l=kallen714.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/feeds/113761881091893838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168638&amp;postID=113761881091893838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/113761881091893838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168638/posts/default/113761881091893838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kallen714.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-polically-stupid-are-you.html' title='How polically stupid are you?'/><author><name>Kam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00054527906256067733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6978/2138/1600/B8EZSYAQBMXH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
