As I drove to the store at 3am this morning, I was caught by some words that were on the front of my shirt. I was wearing the green (dare I say MSU Spartan-esque) samplarian t-shirt. The words down at the bottom of the shirt read: "...it's freakin' sweet!" You might notice a striking similarity between these words, and the address of this blog (imfreakinsweet.blogspot.com, if you had forgot).
What many of you, in fact probably all save one, would not know is how this phrase became part of my common parlance. As you have experienced, I'm prone to spontaneously creating phrases, but this one I cannot take all the credit for. This was in fact a joint effort between myself and the recently deceased Josh Vore.
Despite Josh's affinity towards watching Gilmore Girls (which was beyond me), he, Jeremie, other TLS folks, and myself frequently enjoyed playing rounds of Halo. Jokingly, when Jeremie dominated one such round, Josh and I began laughing about how Jeremie boasted about his Halo skills: "Well, you guys put up a good fight, but you never really had a chance. I mean I am just freakin' sweet at this game." And so that became our inside joke, and every time something happened wherein someone won a game of anything, the mocking cry of "I'm so freakin' sweet, it's not your fault," came out. Frequently, this became the defining quote of Josh and my games of Horse on Lukas' toy basketball hoop. "Freakin' sweet" was our joke.
I had forgotten that until I was on the road, making that urgent 3am WalMart run. Then I looked at my shirt, and then it hit: this is a phrase that I have used countless times at seminary, in Virginia, on the Internet, and in all walks of life. But it never hit me of how I was completely in debt to Josh for what I considered to be one of my more humorous utterances.
The reality of missing Josh won't hit fully until I'm around one of the Vores, no doubt. But now, as I see and hear this phrase all around me, it will no doubt bring back the memories of its foundations. I'm gonna miss that boy, he was freakin' sweet.
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Well...If you intended to make my mother and I cry, mission accomplished. Josh was freakin sweet.
And to clarify...I never actually claimed to be freakin sweet. You and Josh managed to paraphrase my attempts at humble vitory by coming up with that phrase.
So I still don't claim to be freakin sweet. But I do usually win when we play Halo.
Freakin sweet. Josh is totally smiling right now.
Lol, yes that's true it was a paraphrase mixed with hyperbole to end all paraphrases. Maybe I shoulda put that caveat in my post, but it's too late now, I'm too lazy to edit.
Didn't mean to make you cry, I'll call you guys again so you can hear the drunken Wolverine fan sing.
No drunken Wolverines...please...and wear your MSU Spartan esque shirt with pride....or at least smile breifly as you think of me....What is pretty hilarious is that I had nothing to do with the creation of said shirt...
and as for Josh...I will most certainly think of him as I wear that shirt...freakin sweet indeed!
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