A fine foodie indeed

Brent is widely known as an excellent foodie. Brent knows how to find the most delectable gourmets, even at Staples. Like his pretzel balls that he got there once...I think I ate more than half of them when I was supposed to just be feeding their fish and checking their mail.

Brent can find edible food anywhere...even in Deseret Towers. Of course his most brilliant method back then was cans of chili in a microwavable bowl that he would wash in the sink with hand soap. We probably would have starved as freshmen if he hadn't figured out how to get pizza and other edibles into our place. [As an act of devotion, I once walked a mile just to get him some caffeine.] If I were trapped in the woods or the desert with anyone, I'd pick Brent, because he could probably smite a rock and make french fries pour out.

But most of all, Brent enjoys all of the finest dining in Provo that I too enjoy. Skipper's. Doc's. And when we feel like splurging, Chuck-a-rama. Brent also knows where to find the best quick Chinese (and it's not Panda).

Brent is also an excellent chef. Right now I am really craving his curry stuff. Mmmmm... If only Stacie would make me some of that. *wipes drool off keyboard.

Brent is also a fine grill assistant. Nothing beats cooking meat over fire, sharing a cold one (pepsi) with your best amigo.

The Master

Brent just might be the greatest photo bomber of all time.

Take that, Kanye.

Brent's World Record

When Super NES was king of the gaming world, Brent was a Master.

Nintendo Power Magazine once had a contest for the race level of DK3.

Brent beat the fastest published time by 4 seconds.

But he never sent in the photo, and the world will sadly never know of his achievement.

First Haiku

October fourteenth
Brent Steven Hirz arrived here
At 1:23.

The Red Hoodie

Brent has a Red Hoodie that, though he swears he's only had for 3 years, but which I swear is at least as old as he is. I can't actually remember him ever wearing anything else. Except for boxers, but that's another story. Seriously, all of my memories of Brent are superimposed with that stinking hoodie.

One day he ripped it and he was extremely sad. I've only seen Brent cry twice in my life. Once when Cory squeezed an orange peel into his eye, and then when his hoodie ripped. Okay, maybe he wasn't actually crying (is it possible that his tears cure cancer?), but he was quite distraught.

I think he still has the hoodie somewhere. Actually, I think I know precisely where it is. (I am not a stalker...his wife just told me.) And he still wears it, proud of the battle scar (it tore in my garage), but I still think he'd prefer if it had never torn in the first place.

PS - Even though it's the only thing he ever wears, it's actually challenging to find a picture of him wearing it. The first one I found was on page 5 of his facebook pictures.

Playing Catch

On July 4th, 2003, Brent and I played catch with baseballs.

It was awesome.

I don't know what to add, except he has a wicked slider.