Eye of the Tiger

No one likes to make fun more than me. I make fun of myself... of others... of myself and others. Who cares. There was this guy I met at my old job, who wanted to be a meteorologist so bad, he had an alias that was something like "Tiger Eyez".

Because of that, I've never told anyone professionally, what I am confessing right this minute: I decided to do this in the 4th grade. The year I had Mister K. for a teacher. (If you were to fast-forward this story by 18 years, you would know that Mister K. inspired me beyond belief and I invited him to my college graduation party. He was honored, as he should be). That was also the year I decided to be a meteorologist.

Not everyone knows what it is like to wake up every morning, giddy as heck, knowing that they get to live their dream! Even though work with a no-nad Aussie and a Texan with a Napolean complex... even then, I love what I do.

So I'm sitting here groovin' to my iPod (which is the greatest invention since sliced bread), and what comes on? Eye of the Tiger. You know... the song from Rocky. Mister K. had single 45's of that, and of Glenn Campbell's Rhinestone Cowboy. Those two songs personify me. I decided what I wanted to be over those two songs, back in the 4th grade. I've been inspired, and continue to be so, because of them.

Eye of the Tiger, indeed. Evidently I'm rising up to the challenge of my rivals.