2011 is ending the way it began for me - in a confused and terrified rage. Just like in late December of 2010, I have absolutely no clue where I'll be or what I'll be doing this time next year. Nothing would particularly surprise me, other than, say, toasting the Chiefs team that I personally coached to 16-0, looking forward to hosting a playoff game that we would invariably lose.
Lots of pretty cool shit has happened this year though. If 2011 happened to fall in the 90s, I'd probably rank it the best year ever. Last winter was arguably the best of my life, and the summer was no slouch either.
I had two absolute top-5 pantheon trips to the Philippines.
The Old Man visited.
I had cups of coffee (and beer) in Taiwan, Thailand, and Hong Kong.
I quit smoking. Hell, it was so easy to do, I did it several times.
You all know I hate meeting new people and making friends, but I've met more cool people this year than most 3 combined.
I walked to every Gu in Seoul, and then for good measure walked on to the suburbs.
I went 1-1 in Hongdae street brawls. To be fair, the one I lost was to like 30 dudes.
I was absolutely murdered on the girl front in a way that hasn't been seen in years and rendered dead inside, but bounced back.
Osama bin Laden, Gadaffi, and Kim Jong Il all died. Pretty much the worst humans alive that never wore number 7 for the Broncos. I didn't actually have anything to do with this, but I'm still willing to take credit.
This blog had it's biggest year ever, and by an exponential standard.
My fantasy football team in one league might win the championship. Somehow, I've never done that before.
I became a regular contributor to an actual print magazine. 10s of people have likely read my articles while taking a shit in an Itaewon bar.
All in all, the term "all in all" is a horrible transition into a conclusion, but I'm using it anyway. If 1999 was an "A" and 2005 was an "F," I'll give 2011 a B+.
Happy New Year all.