That freaking song that got stuck in my head

In the reading for this weeks class, David Meerman Scott certainly made the first two chapters pretty easy to read. It was so easy to follow the story of Dave Carroll and his broken Taylor guitar. In fact, it was so easy that I still cannot get that stupid song out of my head. The books talks about how Dave Carroll  made an unremarkable public relations exhibit and he probably didn't even try. He was just making a statement about his discontent with United Airlines. The way that his song blatantly calls out United, one would figure that United would have responded with a little more urgency. Instead they leave Dave with no answers for nine months.

A question to raise to the reader: If you were Dave, would you have redacted differently? I can personally say that I would have done the same. I think that his creativity is probably much greater than mine, but I would've tried to use my platform as a singer and musician to make my message known to the public. Especially since United Airlines is a very popular airline and is a company that is used everyday around the globe, he had some serious guts to pull that off.

Pop the volley, I'm settin'

This weekend at college, I finally got the motivation to participate in the mud volleyball tournament. I have always said I would play in previous years, but I never followed through with it. Well this past Saturday,  I rolled out of bed and was ready to get knee deep in some mud. After going to the volleyball courts and seeing the line for registration, I quickly felt that familiar feeling to want to call it quits and just crawl back to bed; but I stayed strong and had to wait it out. Our co-ed team of 6 was called "Knee Deep", which was nowhere close to the level of creativity that some teams had for their team name. I'm not that great at volleyball, so my attitude going into the tournament was just to enjoy the atmosphere and have fun and the winning would take care of itself. Sure enough, thats what we did. We won our first 3 games pretty easily and found ourselves in the sweet sixteen. As the day went on, we heard the tournament was going to go till around 8 PM. Instead we decided that we needed to eat soon, so we forfeited our next game and called it a day. After falling into the mud filled pits a couple of times and channeling my inner pig, it felt good to be involved in something so fun and inclusive of everyone on campus.