Hang with 'em Parker Kligerman, hang with 'em

I feel bad for Parker Kligerman. I remember in 2011, he signed with Brad Keselowski Racing to compete in the NASCAR Truck Series. After impressing Keselowski, he was named the full-time driver for 2012. I thought he could eventually drive for Penske Racing in the NASCAR Cup Series. Despite being Top 10 in points in 2012, Penske favored another young driver. Ryan Blaney possessed a more raw talent, sponsors liked him more, a NASCAR last name. Toward the end of the season, Kligerman lost his ride, still in the Top 10. Fortunately, Red Horse Racing gave him a ride for the rest of the season. He even won a race. With another season in the Trucks, he might have become an attractive young driver for the powerful teams. Instead, he signed with Kyle Busch Motorsports in the #77 Toyota in the NASCAR Xfinity Series. With Kyle Busch as his boss, I thought Kligerman would learn a lot. Yet Busch cared more about winning races himself than helping his young teammates finish well. Kligerman finished in the Top 10 in points & impressed in a few Cup Series races driving for Swan Racing. While Kyle Busch Motorsports closed its Xfinity Series program, Swan Racing announced Kligerman would be the driver of #30 Toyota in 2014. Finally, a passionate owner took a chance on Kligerman. After a horrendous start to the 2014 season, combined with downright bad luck, & a lack of sponsorship, Swan Racing folded. Parker Kligerman, out of a ride yet again.
In this era of NASCAR where sponsorship dominates & Cup drivers ruining the Nationwide Series, at age 23, Parker Kligerman appears out of luck. I think Kligerman should call Front Row Motorsports to race #35 Ford with Swan Energy as a sponsor. Alternatively, he should find out whether Swan Energy would sponsor him in the Truck Series. Technically, he is still under contract with Swan Racing. Instead, Kligerman is out of a ride while Derrike Cope & other older drivers have rides. In any other sport, if you are talented, you have a job. Not in NASCAR, where sponsors dictate who has a job. Sadly, Parker Kligerman lacks both. Hang with ‘em Parker Kligerman, hang with ‘em

I see you

While I am at work, I see many a people, both staff & student. Being there three years has taught me to scan quickly. Scanning quickly results in recognizing some people. I see you while inside I am hurting. You ask how I am as it is obvious exhausted & not well. Being a male, I answer fine. I try not to see you. While I eat lunch, you further ask. I am short & not myself sorry. You tell you will pray for me. Thank you. Today at work, I wanted one thing. To see you.

I see you. I want you to be aware of my presence. I walk toward you. You see me & happily acknowledge my presence. Yet you do not stay so I could be happy of your smiling face. I see you. I wish to be seen but subtly. I see your backside & walk carefully. I see you. I see the side view of you. You are wearing a lovely jacket, pretty as ever. While you are gorgeous, I cannot tell you how I feel. I see you yet you fail likewise. Knowing you live here, I walk to a spot I think you will pass. I hear your sweet voice. Choirs are enriched by your presence. You walk past me. My uniform is a disguise. I see your beauty yet you miss my hairy face. I see you. I see you. I see your curly largely noticeable hair & then your beard. I am indifferent as to whether I am noticed. I pass by you initially & not a word. As you sit & eat, you say my name. I respond with half excitement. With your awareness increased, I make small talk. I see you. You stand near one of my favorite spots to eat, those seats that make me feel tall. I see you.

You casually remark hello. I see you. I ask you a question with internal motivation for me. You respond & I tell you to stay, I will join you soon. You regrettably need to attend a meeting. I see you. You express some small amount of sadness. You hold hope I will see you tomorrow. I see you. At least I think. Your long blonde hair. Similar face, all the way down to your nose. I nearly say your name as my heart prepares to skip a beat. I see you. In my dreams. All that is present is a resemblance. OMG sexy; imagine having you draped over me as a better half. One I could only dream kissing. It appears only in my dreams though. As a gentleman, I know what is right. I see you. It is excessively easy not to reveal myself. Yet you are not with your girlfriend. You are with another cute girl. Man, what am I doing wrong? I see you. Back & forth with some conversation, sarcasm, & whimsical humor. I see you. I fail to understand why you would greet me. You & your boyfriend both. He who awkwardly still has my cell phone number. Dude, get a clue. I do not like you. You are odd & unappealing to me.

I escape into my job. Not like fear of Cruella. Whom I see unhappily. Celebration will occur when I leave her presence permanently. I see you. You are a regular. I look forward to your visits. You see me. I see you. I love these moments. I can count on you. For support, love, loyalty, & friendship. Blessed I am. I wish to see you. You are dealing with jelly. I see you. Your smile, laughter, & humor. I see you. 19 hours a week I am there. I see you. I am busy, sorry. I see you often. I look forward to Thursday nights. I see you. Based on my day, my feeling upon seeing you varies. Yet I am here so I often no longer care anymore. I see you. I see back to freshman year. I, a freshman, with you, a pretty sophomore. I see you. I nearly admit how I feel. I make a brief mention. A conversation about different topics emerges. Hindsight thanks me for not revealing myself to you.

When people enter the building, they head toward me. I blend in like others in their respective places. People are often oblivious of my presence. Until they bump into me. They surprisingly move & apologize. I comfort them & oblivious they return to. Meanwhile something has not changed. I see you

The beginning of the Wisdom of Mark

Today, the day after Super Bowl XLIX & five days until the 23rd birthday of Mark Kristl, a blog has been created by Mark Kristl. He has been told by several people, namely his Aunt Carole, Joe Wooley, & others that he should create a blog. During high school, he journaled heavily to help himself deal with the stress that comes with attending high school. Since then he has graduated from the University of Dayton, where he graduated with a History degree. One aspect of Mark people often does not know is when he entered college, he considered majoring in Journalism. Since then he desires a career in the History field, but he enjoys writing in his spare time. During the summer of 2013, he interned at Naper Settlement, & when guests were not abundant, he wrote. While he does not know what to call them, he now can call them his writings or his blogs. The purpose of this blog is to share with the world what he thinks. His thoughts range from sports, his faith life, his desires for the future, music. Essentially folks, he writes what he is thinking, & as a human being, he writes what comes to his mind. He wishes that you enjoy his blog, as he created it to share with the world. While he appreciates you reading his blog, he asks that you remember certain facts.

First, these are his thoughts. Not thoughts that may always interest you, but it interests him, & it is his blog after all. If you disagree with him, please feel free to write him in a respectful manner. Thoroughly explaining yourself would be greatly appreciated. Next, if the subject he writes about does not interest you, PLEASE do not write, “I do not care” or something similar. He does not call you up & tell you what parts of your life he does not care for. Instead, if he reads something he does not care about or really dislikes, he tries to respect your opinion & therefore either does his best to discuss it with you appropriately. If that approach cannot occur, he does not write anything. Several of his family members dislike when he does not respond to their text messages, & he assumes, e-mails. His lack of a response does not mean he did not receive & read it. Conversely, he did just that, & if he feels the need to respond, he will do so.

Furthermore, do not criticize his grammar, lack of citations, or lack of style/flair. The writing styles of these writings are comparable to the e-mails, Christmas cards, & other pieces of writing you received from him. His Facebook posts are different altogether & the notion of his Twitter entries being considered writings is absurd. Feel free though to offer suggestions. An example of that would be, “Use a broader vocabulary as you use the word ‘like’ too often,” or something analogous. While the subject of his topics has been discussed, a supplementary note is do not be afraid to offer a subject for his writing. Where he takes the subject could very well be in a different direction than you suspected altogether, & that difference could result in a very fruitful conversation, even if in a textual form.

Finally, while he may not respond to you & it may irritate you, PLEASE RESPOND to his writings. He writes them for you! If he did not, then what would the purpose of a blog be? He asks that all readers respond to his writings, as he finds the word blog, blogs, & blogging repulsive, almost equivalent to Five Guy’s, Arby’s, or onions on Philadelphia cheesesteaks. To conclude, do not expect a blog on a guaranteed weekly basis. His volunteering requires a great deal of his time, contrary to what his grandmother thinks, & he is working on forming new friendships & exploring the city of Philadelphia. In summation, read, ponder, let him know, & enjoy his writings.