Monday, August 4, 2008
Here We Go
The air just smells a little different today, the water tastes a little sweeter. There is hope and promise swarming through Gainesville -- a ripple that can be felt. It's tough to be too upset on a summer day like this. Football has arrived; the king is back.
Hell. I was even excited to watch a preseason NFL game last night between two teams I couldn't care less about. It was just refreshing to see some pigskin on TV.
Happy football season to all. May God shine his rays of goodness and virtue down upon the finest team in all the land, and bring us home another much-deserved set of championships.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Remember This?
Remember The Darkness? I surely do. They happened to be the purveyors of songs that a high schooler is likely to get stuck in their head; I was that high-schooler and am probably the better for it. Regardless, this is a damn catchy song which can be enjoyed by any age group.
An Interesting Read
Basically, the article is about Berea College. Berea is interesting in that it only recruits student's from low income families and charges them nothing to attend school. The food they eat is grown on campus, the furniture is made in various courses and each student is required to work a 10 hour-a-week job. The majority of the student's expenses, however, are paid for with the college's massive endowment of $1.1 billion.
Most universities have large endowments, although many are no where near the size of Berea's. It does raise an interesting question though: As the economy hits the shitter, are we doing enough to help students pay for their educations?
Here at the University of Florida we're having programs, as well as jobs, cut left and right. Tuition rates are steadily rising, funding is being cut yet UF sits on top of $1.2 billion -- a number that will probably continue to rise.
Obviously, I don't think it would be a good idea for every institution of higher learning to adopt the Berea model, but maybe we could do more. I mean that is a hell of a lot of money just sitting there. Are we waiting for a rainy day to crack the massive piggy bank? It would seem this is some sort of a rainy day. Maybe we need to look more closely at the piggy bank.
Here's the article. Give it a gander.
Greg Norman: Showing Us That A Choke Is A Choke At Any Age
This weekend I found myself strangely intrigued by The Open Championship, even without Tiger Woods casting his shadow of awesomeness across the field of hacks. The reason was simple: Greg Norman's old, and recently married, ass was clinging to the lead like a sucker fish to the belly of a Great White. He seemed like a fungus. Now granted, it was a very happy, feel-good story type fungus, but fungus nonetheless.
The 53-year-old had the lead after 54 holes, a two stroke lead at that. The whole sports world watched on to see if The Shark could seal the deal, do the impossible and become the oldest major winner of all time. He could not. And for the seventh time in his career, Greg Norman blew the lead in a major after holding it through three rounds -- an impressive feat in it's own right.
When he bogeyed one you thought "it's OK he'll settle down." When he bogeyed two it was "alright, it's a long round Greg, you're still sniffing the lead." But after a bogey on three, it was "you idiot, what the hell are you doing, man? what are you insane? this could be historic, stop choking!" But alas, no matter what, no matter how rosily colored by the media, no matter how fawned over for his perseverance over our greatest of adversaries, age -- this was still Greg Norman -- an older choker, but a choker just the same.
I applaud him for being there, but he could have taken the damn thing down and made himself one of the sports stories of the year.
Whaa??
For reason's unknown to anyone, Baron Davis and Steve Nash decided to hop on a two person bicycle and cruise around the greater Santa Monica area.
I don't know what I like better, the balance of Baron's Mr. Rogers, conservative and cautious style sweater and daredevil one handed steering and camcorder recording, or Nash's Canadian interpretation of a Pee Wee's playhouse extra's outfit. The suspenders are almost as nice as the plaid shorts that they are precariously connected to.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
The Good Stuff
Enjoy.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Back In the Fold
I have managed to pull myself up and out of my mid-summer slump by the old boot straps, and I look forward to a valuable rest of the way out. The posts are going to flow like the salmon of Capistrano migrate (Dumb and Dumber allusion) and a general upsmanship in all facets of life shall take place. If anyone is interested in enjoying my new "Seize the Summer" campaign, let me know. Activities will include trips to the springs, beach and Lake Wauburg (the Crypton to my Superman) as well as light evening wine drinking, music listening, aggressive reading, conversationalism, competitive sports and much, much more.
This very evening I plan on going to Friday Night Lights at our very own Ben Hill Griffin Stadium. There, I will eat free BBQ while taking in the sights of our state's greatest high school football prospects. Afterwards, I am planning to go to the Downtown Community Plaza for some live bluegrass and folk music. If all goes to plan, a brief midtown trip may be in order.
This is how the rest of the summer is going to go down people; no more bullshitting around. I've got a life to live damn it, and the summer time is no time at all to sulk. It's a time to get funky.
Keep jukin'.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Engagements, Rome and the Titillating Feeling of Perpetual Boredom and Excessive Melancholy
As if I needed to be reminded of the extent of my immaturity, one of my most very special good friends got engaged to be married quite recently. He waited for the best possible moment and unleashed a surprise "will you marry me," the likes of which, we will probably never again see. The two are going to make a wonderful pair and have a happy and fulfilling life together to look forward to. As a bonus, they will probably pump out a series of All-Pro offensive tackles in the next 30 years or so. I am estimating that their male children will probably be about 6'8" and weigh 340 lbs. They will be insanely agile for their size, with plenty of natural athleticism to boot. I am ecstatic for these two young love birds and look forward to their wedding next spring.
Aside from love being in the air for some, this summer has been shit. Remember when you were a child and summers were awesome because you knew how to be imaginative and constructively occupy your time? When did they stop being fun? When did not having anything to do become a burden instead of a warm slice of heaven? I am a firm believer in living in the now and appreciating the moment, but for God's sake, I feel like I'm really grasping at straws. Time has seemingly slowed; interest in everything has waned; I can't even sit still happily and contently during the journey through this endless abyss of hot air, boredom and sports sabbatical. Good day to you all. I hope you are enjoying your summers more than me.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Matt Jones: "Cocaine's A Helluva Drug"
Six grams is a lot of cocaine by any standard. After one gram you can actually be charged with intent to deliver, although it looks like the authorities are not going to take that angle in the Jones case.
I just don't get it. Why the hell don't these athletes just do their dirt at home. It's like high-paid, professional athletes who get DUIs -- are you kidding me? Get one of your minions to drive you. Better yet, have one of your do-boys ready to take the fall if you are ever caught with copious amounts of narcotics. That's what they're there for.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
A Little Flight of the Conchords For Ya'
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Sacha Baren Cohen: Back In The Saddle
The working title of Bruno's movie, the follow up to Cohen's smash hit Borat movie, is "BrĂ¼no: Delicious Journeys Through America for the Purpose of Making Heterosexual Males Visibly Uncomfortable in the Presence of a Gay Foreigner in a Mesh T-Shirt."
Following the Borat movie, Cohen came under attack, by some conservative groups, for taking advantage of people during filming, causing them to look foolish on film -- a distinction they probably deserve.
Last month, a crowd of 1500 Arkansas natives were duped into being a part of the new Bruno movie. They were drawn to an event called Blue Collar Brawlin', which featured $1 beers and promised "hot chicks, cold beer, hardcore fights." The event was staged by Cohen and his associates; the crowd didn't exactly get what they had planned for: In the last bout of the night, the two brawlers tore each others clothes off and began kissing each other's bare chests while wearing only underwear. The display of man on man action nearly caused a riot as the drunken (and I'm sure very ignorant crowd) began to throw their beers and chairs into the ring.
I'm sure the movie is going to be a classic and I can't wait to check it out. It seems Cohen still has no mercy for our country's red-necked segment of society. This is the poster that Cohen and friends used.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Check This Out
Good News Bucs Fans!
The rookie symposium is like a big workshop set up to help get rookie NFL players adjusted to their new lifestyles and the decisions they'll face because of them. Apparently, the two were in a budget and finances meeting when the punches began to fly. Although the life-budgeting seminar might have been what sent these two class-acts over the top, they had been jawing back and forth all day.
Talib had some character concerns heading into the draft -- some believe that this caused him to drop, allowing the Bucs to take him in the 1st; he had previously been thought a higher prospect than that. One league insider was quoted as saying, "trouble just follows Talib. . . . He can’t help himself, and it’s never his fault.”
As for Mr. Boyd, some of you SEC football fans may remember when he was suspended by South Carolina coach Steve Spurrier in 2005. Boyd was later let back on the team. After scoring his first touchdown since being back from his suspension, Boyd smartly told one sideline camera, "I'm back. I'm back like cooked crack."
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Quote of the Day
I'm Keith Hernandez
Hernandez, who is now thew Met's color-commentator, was confronted by Reyes as the team boarded their plane on Friday. He was upset because Hernandez said the team needed to quit babying the very talented but sometimes underachieving Reyes. The two did not come to blows as was first leaked, but a heated "conversation" clearly occurred.
If physical violence had indeed been necessary, Reyes would have been given a sound and complete beating by the mustachioed moniker of masculinity.
The picture doesn't lie. Chewing tobacco and dip weren't enough to satisfy the Nicotine needs of Hernandez during the heat of battle, in his heyday, so often time Marlboro Reds were called upon. Those were the days: when men were men and women stayed out of the dugout.
Here's to you Keith Hernandez.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Brandon Jennings: The Belle of the Ball
He is so good he may shun college basketball to go play overseas to make money immediately. This would be a shock to the college basketball world as Jennings would be the first prep-star to find a way around the NBA's new year-of-college rule.
If this guy were coming to UF I would undoubtebly have a new favorite player. Between the flash and substance on the court B-Jenn is sure to be a hit wherever he ends up.
This video below does a pretty good job of showing off this guys freakish athleticism and homegrown talent.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Fear and Loathing In the Vaccum of Summer
The movie Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas occupied a special place in my heart as a late teen. I don't know if it was the glamour of the reckless drug use, or the view of the dark side of the 60s, and how scary things got for some drug users as they pulled out of my favorite cultural-era of American history. Whatever it was, it was the coolest movie I'd seen up to that point in time. This video recaptures a little bit of that feeling.
The Warlock Marcin Gortat
Gortat is all heart -- a hustle player who's energy, intensity and burning desire for victory far outweigh any natural skill or athleticism he may posses. Gortat is slowly becoming my go to Magic-man. It's too easy and cliche' to have Dwight or Turk as your guy. I need a player who can heat it up at a moments notice like a walking microwave off the bench.
Gortat's place in my heart was cemented after I saw the quote featured in the above picture. I can see him utter those words with sincerity in his eyes after finally getting in a game for the first time -- in the 62nd game of the season.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Executions Are Soo Back In Florida
The year and a half reprieve was due to a botched execution in February of last year. Angel Diaz was seen wincing in pain as a second lethal cocktail was needed to stop his heart. An investigation showed the IV needle had been pushed all the way through his vein. This case was pointed to, by those against the death penalty, as an example of why there is no perfect and humane way of ending a human's life.
Convicted murderer and rapist, Mark David Schwab, is set for execution for 6 p.m. In 1991 Schwab raped and murdered an 11-year-old girl.
It's amazing to me how concerned we are with the comfort of those set for execution. I mean I'm not really into the death penalty in general; I think a life in prison is probably enough for just about any crime, but it seems ridiculous to me that we decide we have the right as a society to choose to end someone's life, and then we turn around and act like we're really concerned with their solace at the end of the day.
It just seems disingenuous, and I for one would be a little put off by all the posturing if it were me who was condemned.
Classic Tebow
Some say Dwight Howard is the Superman of the sports world -- not me. As much as I love Dwight, it's got to be Tebow. Dwight Howard doesn't fight international terrorism and circumcise babies.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Quote of the Day
Roller Coasters Are Bad For Yor Health
A 17-year-old boy was decapitated by the Batman The Ride roller coaster, in Six Flags Over Georgia on Saturday.
The kid jumped a fence into a restricted area and somehow managed to get himself into a position under the roller coaster. When the ride came by it, literally, knocked his block off.
No one is sure why the kid decided to enter the danger zone, which was clearly marked off by signs.
This further reaffirms my belief that roller coasters are ridiculously stupid. Why the hell do people like that kid of shit. "Oh boy! I can't wait to get on a ride and have it throw my ass around like a rag doll. I like this so much I'll even pay an exorbitant amount of money, and wait around in line like cattle. I get such an awesome rush, bro!"
Lame.
Grow up people. Boycott roller coasters. They're killers.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Bar Fight Friend Rankings
I will consider size, brute strength, craftiness in tight spots, tenacity, willingness to fight dirty, general disregard for human life and how quickly they would resort to simple weaponry.
This is not an indictment on anyone's ability to defend themselves, merely an analysis of who I would want to have my back if the shit hit the fan at one of our local watering holes.
#1 - The Big Cat: Now, I know this could be a controversial first pick, but I don't see it that way. The Big Cat is surprisingly mobile for his size. He packs a good punch and will fight until he's pulp. Most importantly The Big Cat's size makes him an obvious target, which would in turn allow for me to roam freely like some sort of twisted, haymaker throwing, free safety.
#2 - John Jiggins: Everyone knows that Jiggin's Ultimate Fighter training makes him a valuable weapon in any situation involving fisticuffs. He has very little regard for human decency and his meek and small appearance lends well to a surprise, Trojan Horse styled attack. Jiggins also works well in tight places being that he is used to having large, half-naked men lay on top of him with violence and malice in their hearts.
#3 - TyRubis: This could be a shocker to some. Tyrubis is small and fairly unassuming at times. However, most do not know how willing Tyrubis is to take a situation to the next level. I can absolutely see him uttering "I will kill you all," in a monotoned voice, before breaking a bottle on the table and beginning an assault on the opposition's jugulars. He is also quite strong -- much stronger than he looks -- do to his extensive childhood gymnastics training.
#4 - DFrench: DFrench's big body and propensity for reckless, uncontrollable outbursts would make you think he deserves a higher ranking. He could be a valuable asset is a bar-brawl but he is often times far too cordial -- more likely to get a man's phone number than punch him in the throat. This all is thrown to the wayside if a "Dantrum" is thrown though. In the event of a Dantrum, DFrench automatically skyrockets to #1. There is no talking him down when he reaches this state, and he would obviously unleash a brutal physical attack, as well as an unending stream of bitching and whining, on the opposition.
#5 - Shmem Shmern: Shmern has increased his size greatly in recent months. He has the look of a meat head and would be respected as such during an altercation. He does work out at the Gainesville Gym -- some roid rage could have rubbed off on him, and this could lend itself to fierce, thoughtless aggression. Shmern is also extremely loyal, another valuable asset when it goes down in the street.
#6 - "Marvelous" Heezy Hagler: As L-Town's finest brawler, Heezy is as wiry, and as surly as they come. Another Hagler semi-advantage is that he is so ruthless he'll fight a woman. This could be quite valuable if a female in the opposing crew is "wiling out," as the kids say. He also throws mixed drinks like Rex Grossman throws picks: early, often and in crucial situations. His wit and unfiltered mouth could also be of great value if our challengers need to coaxed into action.
#7 - Marlo: If this rating system was based on starting a bar room brawl Marlo would be the unanimous #1. He often times is so pompous and arrogant, especially when boozing, that trouble simply has a way of finding him. Once a great athlete with the physique of a "junior body builder," Marlow's fitness has wained in his college years. His propensity for condescending rationale is a tremendous tension escalator to be sure, however it's effectiveness in combat would probably prove more disadvantage than advantage.
* If you were not featured on the list, I probably haven't rolled with you in a while.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Gun Owners May Rest Easy This Day
Today, our nation's highest court made a historic ruling in favor of our 2nd Amendment rights. For the first time ever, The Supreme Court ruled that our right to bear arms is a personal right, and not tied into any service in a state militia like many anti-gun people have tried to argue.
The ruling struck down the strictest gun conrol law in the country. In Washington, D.C. it was unlawful for a person to own a handgun and if they owned a shotgun or rifle in their home it had to be unloaded and disassembled.
Now, I wouldn't consider myself a gun enthusiast by any stretch of the imagination; I do not own a gun , have never been hunting and have only fired guns on a few brief occasions, but I do think this ruling is a good thing.
People who want to do harm to others will always be able to get their hands on firearms, no matter how strict our gun laws may be. And even if the statistics show that having a gun probably won't help you avert harm from yourself or your family during a crime, a person should be allowed to take comfort in the idea that they could potentially defend themselves in the event that disaster strikes.
In general, I am against limiting the rights of individuals in almost every situation possible. Obviously however, in the event that someone commits a felony, or is deemed mentally ill, they lose their privledge to own a weapon.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
The Supreme Court Coming With Some Weak-Tot Action
The Supreme Court ruled today that we can no longer, as Americans, execute child rapists.
Now, I'm not a 100% behind the death penalty in general, but for the love of God, if we are going to have it available why not use it on the real creeps.
In my opinion rape is as despicable as taking someone's life because, in effect, that's what you're doing.
I can't imagine how terrible it would be to have a child violated and abused that way, but I imagine it would make even the most level-headed of people blood-thirsty.
I guess there is some solace to be had in the fact that rapists kind of have the script flipped on them in jail. It is my understanding they become quite the soup dejoure inside the slam.
Buzz Aldrin Will Kick Your Ass
This video, and any video where an asshole gets punched in the face, for that matter, makes me smile. The reporter in this clip is an asshole for a few reasons. For one, he honestly thinks we didn't land on the moon -- maybe not completely "assholeish" per say, but certainly douche bag-esque. Two, he is behaving in what can only be referred to as bad-form. Verbally lashing out on a senior citizen, in an ambush reporting style, is unacceptable. Most importantly though, you're an asshole 'cause you stepped up on Buzz Aldrin fool. He's a national treasure and he doesn't roll that way, doesn't play that game and certainly wasn't going to go out like a punk. You should have done your research, Buzz doesn't play that whiny voiced, nerdy bullshit. He's from the streets and clearly lives for moments like this one, where he gets to lay the smack down on non-moon walkers, such as yourself.
Buzz Aldrin: American Hero
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Quote of the Day
-H.L. Mencken
Allow Me To Introduce You To Marvin "Bad News" Barnes
Barnes received his epic nickname in college after beating a teammate with a tire iron during one dubious practice session. Barnes career was plagued by altercations, drug abuse and , in general, surly behavior.
When Barnes finally cracked into the NBA, he played for the Celtics where he was known to walk into the the locker room, take off his coat and unassumingly hang his double-pistoled gun holster in his locker next to his practice gear. He was also notorious for, during games, placing his towel over his head, on the bench, and snorting copious amounts of blow.
As outrageous as that may seem, my favorite "Bad News" story comes from his ABA days:
During an ABA playoff series while playing for the leagues Louisville affiliate, Barnes and his team prepared to board a flight to St. Louis for their playoff game. Before getting on the plane, Barnes astutely noticed the flight board which said the flight was set to take off at 4:04 and land in St. Louis at 4:00 -- clearly a board which had been adjusted for the time change between the two cities. Bad News wasn't buying it.
Barnes refused to get on the plane, and subsequently missed the playoff game. When asked by a reporter, at the airport, why he wouldn't get on the plane with his team, Barnes simply said, "I ain't gettin' on no time machine."
Absolutely classic.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Take Pride In Your Country
Three semi-intelligent, half-drunken and obnoxious guys are more than capable of getting into heated, intellectual debates. Our topics ranged from literature to religion and even to patriotism.
One of my friends, and fellow outdoorsman, has recently returned from the holy-land as well as a small tour of Europe. He happens to be Jewish, and was making what is known as a Birth Right Trip. Basically, the nation of Israel funds a once-in-a-lifetime trip for Jewish people back to the mother land. They fund the trip in hopes that Jewish people will be persuaded to move back to Israel. We asked him if he felt more of a connection to Israel because of his heritage, or to America his country. His answer made me think.
He said that he certainly felt more of a connection to America -- even more so after his trip. He said it made him appreciate the diversity and secularity of our country -- things I think we often take for granted.
I wonder sometimes why so many of us are down on America. Is it the innate pessimism that our country has cultivated in recent years? Is it the constant flow of negative and depressing news? Or is it because the "grass is always greener" and we have contrived and unrealistic views of other countries on this planet?
Many of us Americans have never left our country. We've never experienced first hand what other societies and cultures are really like. Our knowledge is based on beautiful (and completely loaded) video clips we see on TV like a beautiful Brazilian beach on "The Most Luxurious Stars Under twen... blah blah blah... watch people masturbate over celebrities" type shows. Or, the French Riviera on E!. Or, the wild never ending night club parties in super fashiony Milan. It's a joke. We sit here in boring, mundane, world's running joke America and think "holy shit, the rest of the world is amazing." We are on an island. And what is turning into, a big, self-hating island.
We see the vicious underbelly of America, the discrimination, the sick materialism, the crime, the poverty, the flawed medical system, yada, yada, yada. For the most part, we don't see the shitty parts of other countries, we don't hear all their dirty little secrets and we become complacent and unappreciative of what we do have. It becomes much more en vogue to bash and bag on ourselves with our stupid president, and our greedy corporate money-mongers, and our racism and ignorance, etc. etc. then to actually appreciate how wonderful of a place this is.
We need to, collectively, take a long look at ourselves and show some pride in our country. Our diversity, our aid to other countries, our opportunity, our secularity even our justice system and the way we take care of our poor. Hey, we're not perfect, nor will we ever be, but we're trying. And that's what I love about America. We're the land of promise (sarcastically laugh if you want -- but it's true). This is the best country on the planet and we are lucky to be here.
Put on some corny, patriotic, country song (maybe Proud To Be An American by Lee Greenwood) and appreciate your situation. Remember:
How a Day at the Springs Can Be Ruined
However, things got off to a precariously rough start.
One of our travelling partners happened to be in a sour, little mood from the get go. His pessimism would have been completely unbearable if we didn't find his mouth's constant flow of expletives, and hate-spew, charming on some twisted level. Despite this guy's most earnest attempts to get our trip of course, we loaded the ol' car to the gills with beer, camping equipment and all kinds of man-snacks, and made our way to Ginnie Springs. We thought we were going to swill our ale and tell graphic stories around the camp fire that night, and follow that up with a relaxing float down the river the next day. We were clearly not in Mother Nature's favor.
I awoke, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, around 6:30 in the a.m., with visions of cold beers and rafts floating through my consciousness. My mates remained asleep as I investigated the surrounding area for adventure and simple treasures -- there were none to be had.
As the sun broke above the tree line I marvelled at the day's promise. It was the last marvelling I'll care to do for awhile. The clouds rolled in slowly at first -- I thought they might have even been a figment of my imagination. They were not, and neither was the thunder, lightning and unrelenting rain that followed.
We decided the most responsible thing to do would be to flee the scene as soon as possible. It was a good idea. What wasn't responsible was deciding it would be smart to lazily leave all of our camping equipment there at the springs, to remain forever. We were clearly far too despondent, and rejected by our environment, to properly clean our camp site.
Our shitty tent, tarp and trash will remain there, at our site, as a testament to the futility of man's struggle against nature. It will remain there because we didn't even break the tent down, and there really is no telling how long it will stay untouched before someone finally realizes a bunch of assholes just left all their camping equipment because they were to lazy, and acutely distraught, to pick it up.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
LT Appreciation Day
This is clearly one of the most devastating sports-related injuries of all time, and should be cherished as such.
I guess it has a certain tragic sense to it, although it is hard to muster up sympathy for a guy who changed the pronunciation of his last name, during his senior year of college, in order for it to hokely rhyme with the nation's most prestigious football trophy.
At any rate, let's take today to appreciate the beast that was LT. He pretty much reinvented the blitzing linebacker position and was clearly one of the most feared professional athletes in human history. Crack addiction aside, LT is pretty legitimate and should be remembered for his dominance on the field as well as his likeness' dominance in the game Tecmo Bowl. If you've ever shot the gap up the middle, on every down and distance, with LT, on the NES you know what I'm talking about.
A Good Night at the Office
This feat was accomplished thanks to a few lucky breaks. For one, we had a table of drunken Mexican landsapesmen who were clearly getting paid for their services (by their gringo companion) with cervezas and Tuscan Chicken entrees. I am quite sure I wouldn't have been able to serve these gentleman if a valid green card was required for service. They didn't speak a drop of English and they looked particularily sheepish anytime they were required to attempt communication. It was however, quite humorous when they would order their beers: "Bood Liight Main." They had clearly gone to the Carlos Mencia immigration academy. Despite my fears that I was going to get stiffed by these drunkards on the tips, they ended up surpassing the mandatory 15% comfortably on their $170 tab. My faith in the goodness of mankind was briefly restored.
My other big hunk of tips came from a table of 15-20 elderly folks. I did such a shitty job I was thinking about tipping them for dealing with my sorry ass. The only thing that saved me was the fact that I let the leader of this motley, geriatric crew call me "Jeffery" and explain to me the nuances of effective scotch drinking. I'm quite sure he liked me so much he threatened the rest of his crew with physical violence if they didn't pony up a decent tip number. The only problem was that by the time my guy was out the door a few of his people hadn't received their meals, thus leaving them to dictate their own gratuity-leaving strategies; they obviously gave me the business on the ol' tip line. You can't win them all.
It was a good night, in general, with good, old fashioned American grinding. Nothing like working the 4-12:30 shift on a Friday night!
Barack Is Ass-Reaming John McCain
This is in sharp contrast to the 46-46 tie that was reported after a similar Newsweek poll done in May.
It seems the times really are a changin'. With Barack all set to begin campaigning actively with Hildabeast, the GOP could truly be in trouble. McCain is boring, old and just about every other physical embodiment of the Republican Party.
It's still very early, but we could be looking at a Reagan-Walter Mondale style landslide come November.
If Republicans can hang their hats on anything, it's that John Kerry had a six point lead at the same time in 2004. Even more drastic than that, in May of 1988 Michael Dukakis enjoyed a staggering 54-38 lead over George H.W. Bush, and we all know how that turned out.
I think the trend runs much deeper than this poll or even this election. The country is sick of Republicans, for better or worse. Although I'd love to have a beer with Dubya (and maybe even include him in my posse') he's an idiot. In a job where you need to speak well, Bush fails miserably; he sounds like an inbred and he reflects an ignorant American picture.
As it stands now, 55 percent of Americans call themselves Democrats; 36 percent say they're Republicans.
Come November I think we have our first non-white president and a Democrat in the White House. If we don't, the Democratic party needs to take a serious look at what they're doing -- back to back losses to a moron with some of the lowest approval ratings in American history, followed by another loss to a stereotypically old, stodgy, Republican man. Unacceptable if you're a Democrat.
If nothing else, the following months are going to be quite interesting. And as an American, you've got to be interested, involved and in-tune to everything that's going on around you.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Only In Michigan!
Fred Topous Jr., 45, was discharged from the Michigan Department of Corrections system in 2005. He plead guilty to two counts of breaking and entering in the 80s and in 1999 he was convicted of having sex with a 13-year-old girl.
I have no idea how this guy is out of jail so early, but I guess the sun, really does, even shine on a dog's ass.
Rest easy though; Topous decided on the lump sum of $34 million (before taxes) and if justice and order is to be restored to the universe, I'm sure he will have blown the entire amount on booze, hookers, designer drugs, an outrageously large pick-up truck, hookers, an authentic Dale Earndhart stock-car, Rhine stone studded Wranglers, Waylon Jenning's albums and hookers by the end of the calender year.
That is a nice mustache though.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Athletes Are Great... When They're Wasted They're Awesome
This is a great montage of drunken athletes. I don't really know why I am so amused by drunken public figures -- I just am.
I think the John Daly pictures are my favorites, but just because he is such a legendary booze-hound and party machine.
Enjoy.
Charles Oakley, You Are In Fantastic Shape My Man
Remember Charles Oakley -- the New York Knick's enforcer from the NBA's glory-years on NBC? I sure do.
Oakley was living large in Vegas recently, and from the looks of things, he still gets down with the weights. For a guy that probably guarded Wilt, Oakley is looking pretty good.
Go on with it Chuck.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Captain Planet Would Not Be Happy With This Stiff
Well, if it isn't sick enough to see the martyr that has become Al Gore step off of private jets while simultaneously telling us to not use so much energy, this new story helps put things into perspective. I guess it's "do as I say, not as I do" huh Al?
This story is fresh out of Gore's home-state of Tennessee. It seems people who are really into conserving energy use, and not just lining their pockets at the expense of middle-Americans, are a little pissed off at Albert.
Energy Guzzled by Al Gore’s Home in Past Year Could Power 232 U.S. Homes for a Month
Gore’s personal electricity consumption up 10%, despite “energy-efficient” home renovations
NASHVILLE - In the year since Al Gore took steps to make his home more energy-efficient, the former Vice President’s home energy use surged more than 10%, according to the Tennessee Center for Policy Research.
“A man’s commitment to his beliefs is best measured by what he does behind the closed doors of his own home,” said Drew Johnson, President of the Tennessee Center for Policy Research. “Al Gore is a hypocrite and a fraud when it comes to his commitment to the environment, judging by his home energy consumption.”
In the past year, Gore’s home burned through 213,210 kilowatt-hours (kWh) of electricity, enough to power 232 average American households for a month.
In February 2007, An Inconvenient Truth, a film based on a climate change speech developed by Gore, won an Academy Award for best documentary feature. The next day, the Tennessee Center for Policy Research uncovered that Gore’s Nashville home guzzled 20 times more electricity than the average American household.
After the Tennessee Center for Policy Research exposed Gore’s massive home energy use, the former Vice President scurried to make his home more energy-efficient. Despite adding solar panels, installing a geothermal system, replacing existing light bulbs with more efficient models, and overhauling the home’s windows and ductwork, Gore now consumes more electricity than before the “green” overhaul.
Since taking steps to make his home more environmentally-friendly last June, Gore devours an average of 17,768 kWh per month –1,638 kWh more energy per month than before the renovations – at a cost of $16,533. By comparison, the average American household consumes 11,040 kWh in an entire year, according to the Energy Information Administration.
In the wake of becoming the most well-known global warming alarmist, Gore won an Oscar, a Grammy and the Nobel Peace Prize. In addition, Gore saw his personal wealth increase by an estimated $100 million thanks largely to speaking fees and investments related to global warming hysteria.
“Actions speak louder than words, and Gore’s actions prove that he views climate change not as a serious problem, but as a money-making opportunity,” Johnson said. “Gore is exploiting the public’s concern about the environment to line his pockets and enhance his profile.”
The Tennessee Center for Policy Research, a Nashville-based free market think tank and watchdog organization, obtained information about Gore’s home energy use through a public records request to the Nashville Electric Service.
Tiger: Done For The Year
Apparently, Tiger's injury was more serious than some of us may have given him credit for. He'll undergo surgery to repair his ACL which will cause him to miss the rest of the season. That includes the British Open in July as well as the PGA Championship in August.
This makes Tiger's US Open Championship even more impressive. I do believe we may have witnessed the greatest Major performance of all time.
Well, Javon Walker Has Lost IT
The Javon Walker story has taken a strange, and nearly unbelievable, turn thanks to a statement from none other than J-Walk himself. Here is Walker's statement:
“I was just back at my room and at about 5:30 in the morning I got a knock at the door. I opened it and 3 guys with guns were there. They cracked me in the head a few times, knocking me unconscious. They then robbed me of everything I had; my watch, money, everything! Somehow they got me to a car and dropped me off in the street. That’s what happened.”
This makes absolutely no sense Javon. Why the hell would anybody beat a man unconscious in his swanky hotel, rob him of everything and then decide to drag his limp body through said swanky hotel only to load him into a car and dump his body on one of the most heavily video-monitored strips of road in the country? Why not leave his body in the hotel? Could these just be the dumbest, and most overly-active crooks of all time or is something bizarre going on here?
If this really happened wouldn't there be an abundance of video evidence of this crime in almost all of its stages -- the dragging of the body through the hotel, out to the car and then the car dumping a body on the strip?
I'm starting to think that my pee-on-the-wall story is what happened.
Something is fishy in Raider-land.
Jemele Hill: What The Hell Were You Thinking?
ESPN Columnist and segment-host Jemele Hill has been suspended for an indefinite amount of time for her comments about cheering for the Boston Celtics. I quote:
“Rooting for the Celtics is like saying Hitler was a victim. It’s like hoping Gorbachev would get to the blinking red button before Reagan.”
Not only was this comment pretty insensitive and thoughtless, it wasn't even funny. Not even a little bit. For a noteworthy columnist, it must be incredibly embarrassing to get called out for saying something insanely stupid especially when you are simultaneously outed to the world as not being funny. What a slap in the face -- total insult to injury.
Now, when I first heard this story, I thought it was incredibly inappropriate to suspend this woman. She was only doing her job, and although her comments may have been thoughtless, they certainly weren't filled with hate or any real venom; no harm, no foul.
I always think that our first amendment rights need to be protected at all times. If someone in the media says something hurtful or offensive, let the sponsors dictate whether they keep their jobs or not. At the end of the day, money is king, and the market will determine who survives.
I felt that way, 100%, until I heard what Jemele Hill had to say after Don Imus' moronic rant pertaining to "nappy headed hoes" and the Rutger's Women's Basketball Team. Hill called for his head and his job for his transgressions, and for that (and not her own comments) she should be suspended.
In fact, Hill should call for her own suspension -- anything short of that would be hypocritical. She should have known better.
Imus is an idiot and people like him are ignorant, but at the end of the day, he is what he is: a bigot and a second-rate shock-jock. Even morons should be able to voice their opinions though. If we don't like it, turn it off. And if it's really that offensive, sponsors will pull off, which in turn will cause the wrong-doer to lose their job the old-fashioned, American way.
Hypocrisy is almost as bad a censorship. We should accept neither.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Rapist's Sketch Revised
This is the revised face of evil. The Haile Rape sketch has been overhauled based on new recollections by the victim of the brutal attack.
The suspect is still at large and, unfortunately, it appears no real developments have been made in the case.
While the new sketch is a little less Teletubby-esque, don't let the features fool you, this man is dangerous and on the loose. Hopefully this case will get some resolution soon.
"The SouthWest Florida Coyote Invasion Continues"
Apparently, ladies and gentleman, us Floridians are experiencing a coyote invasion. Just ask Sal Santalucia, the 69-year-old Estero man, who was locked in to an "about 7minute" death match with a coyote in order to save his Miniature Schnauzer's life.
Mr. Santalucia wielded a five foot pipe during the altercation causing the cowardly coyote to flee the scene.
Be on the look-out people. The "invasion" has already yielded three small doggy deaths and has sent two humans to the hospital for rabies shots.
http://www.gainesville.com/article/20080617/NEWS/548052473/1105/NEWS&title=Man_beats_coyote_in_latest_attack
Javon Walker: Victim of Robbery or Victim of the Strip
Javon Walker, the Oakland Raider's newly-acquired wide receiver, was found unconscious on the Vegas strip Monday morning; it is suspected that he was the victim of a robbery and pretty significant beat down.
Why must we paint such a bleak picture of the man who cradled slain teammate Darent Williams in his arms after a club-related shooting a few years ago?
It is being said that Walker was targeted because he was in the club "spraying the crowd down with Dom Perignon" -- always a good way to announce that you've got a little bit of coin and almost no shame.
Apparently, Walker walked out of the club Tryst and the rest seems to have been a, Deebow vs. Craig, Smokey on the call style, "you got knocked the fuck out."
I would present a different story.
I bet my dog J-Walk was in the club racking up $15,000 tabs -- J-Walk style -- pouring Dom on ladies heads and in general having a pretty damn good time. Being a new Oakland Raider, J-Walk knew egregiousness needed to cease being exception and quickly become the rule. Long Island Iced Teas, off of an ice luge shaped like Lloyd Carr's neck gizzard and Coronas, hold the lime bar-keep, ensued.
J-Walk, like most men, probably enjoys the simple things in life like the outdoor urination while intoxicated.
I submit to you that J-Walk merely stepped out of the club to pee outside on a wall and passed out causing him to fall face first into said wall, and thus, rendering him unconscious. A crackhead probably noticed this large, passed out, jewelery-clad gentleman and simply took his wallet and accouterments. And Bam! There's your robbery.
When in doubt look to the most simple of answers.
Monday, June 16, 2008
The First and Last Time...
Usually I don't mind negative comments, ill-will or any other bad vibes that may float towards my general vicinity; this is not really an exception merely a brief acknowledgment.
I want people to read my blog simply to appreciate and enjoy things that I myself enjoy. I like to write and the fact that numerous people get to see things through my eyes, as distorted as they may seem, makes me happy.
If, by chance, as a by-product, my blog motivates individuals who aren't living up to their potential, spend 16 hours a day in bed and in general produce far more hate-spew than positive energy -- well then, that's just a wonderful added bonus.
Honestly, Mr. Heez, I'm glad you've opened a blog. You're a very talented fellow and should have a creative outlet to voice your many opinions. What you have so far is excellent and very witty; I would expect nothing less.
As harsh as you were on me, I hope you can accept my retort as good-natured jest.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
You Think You Hate Gas Prices
This gentleman, and others like him in Indonesia, really hate high gas prices.
At a literally silent protest, this wahoo stitched his lips together in the name of lowering fuel prices and , now, reaffirming the developed world's long-held belief that the rest of this planet's inhabitants are, simply and utterly, wolf-shit insane.
You've got to give him credit though -- eat your hearts out Students For A Democratic Society -- that is how you protest.
Bow Down To The Tiger
What Tiger Woods did yesterday at the U.S. Open was one of the most incredible things I've ever seen. If you missed it I feel sorry for you; it truly was one of those magical moments that competitive sport, on the highest level, can afford you every once in a while.
If he goes on to win the championship it is only that much more of a testament to the fact that he, even at this relatively young age, is the greatest golfer of all time. The only question left has to be: Will Tiger Woods end up being the greatest athlete of all time?
I think he's got a shot.
Make sure you watch today. Everyone is certainly going to try to give him a run for his money but he's never lost a major while leading after 54 holes. Hell, it will most certainly be more entertaining than watching Boston and the Big Three put Kobe and his band of flunkies out of their misery.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Worst Marketing Plan Ever
If you haven't seen the Mike's Hard Lemonade commercials recently let me fill you in.
An overweight, pathetic, Chris Farley knock off, bumbles around in the "Hard Lemonade" factory before an overbearing "man's man" supervisor bursts into the room and stymies the fat fellows plans. A glass of lemonade then slams down followed by a bass-filled voice proclaiming something along the lines of, "in a world gone soft someones got to be hard."
Are you shitting me? Can they really be so foolish as to think they can convince America that their product is anything but a pansy-asses version of a wine spritzer?
IF they were smart they would angle their "hard lemonade" to the only people who would ever drink it -- 14-year-old kids who don't know any better, men who drink it in secret and sob themselves to sleep at night and women with feathered hair.
I mean c'mon, I don't usually buy into macho bullshit but if you're a man and you drink Mike's Hard Lemonade regularly, I couldn't be friends with you. Case closed.
There commercials should say, "if you see someone buying our product, or ordering a bottle at a bar, punch them in the face... seriously... just rear back and cold-cock 'em right there... they probably deserve it..."
Sack up and have a beer.
Caption This
Caption this picture of maligned Bears, and former Gators, quarterback Rex Grossman.
Rex was never the prototypical "big man on campus" but I mean, honestly, who could resist the power of the neard -- the neck-beard for those of you who live under a rock.
It appears Rex likes the captain even more than, seemingly, no-look intercptions to the flats.
RIP Tim Russert
For those of you who haven't heard, "Meet the Press" host Tim Russert passed away yesterday, at the age of 58, of a heart attack.
Russert was known for his humanity, slant-less analysis and ability to bring energy and personability to anything he covered. Tim Russert holds a special place in my heart as a fan of the Buffalo Bills. He was a product of a south-Buffalo neighborhood and was an unabashedly proud Buffalonion -- a distinction hard to find amongst almost anyone of note in the public eye. He defended the city and it's proud history and was beloved by nearly every Western New Yorker -- no matter what party they affiliated with.
Much like when that damn Stingray barb cut Steve Irwin's life short a couple years ago, Russert's death yesterday shook me to the core.
Here is a video about the Bills that features Tim Russert; it kind of defines the way I, and many others, feel about the area and culture it represents.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Way To Go Lakers
Well, just when we thought we may have an epic series on our hands, that could go the distance and provide us with classic moments for the ages, Kobe and his group of flunkies managed to piss away a 24 point lead, at home, in the most critical of Finals games.
In, what could be, one of the most pathetic displays of playoff fortitude I've ever seen, the Lakers managed to score 33 points in the second half after dropping an absurd 34 in the first quarter. I think the Lakers had us collectively wondering if we'd been wrong about which team had more potential, them or Boston. But when you have Lamar Odom remember that he is a career underachieving bum, "The Gasman" Pau Gasol remember that he is still a soft-ass, Euro mid-range stooge and Kobe Bryant perform like a WNBA role player, admittedly, it's tough to win -- even when the other team basically spots you 25.
Once the Lakers lose this series I hope the Kobe-Jordan comparisons can be immediately placed on hold. I'm pretty sure MJ never blew a lead like that, in the Finals, while allowing himself to completely disappear at times finishing with a dismal 17 points.
Kobe needed to will that team to a win last night and, in the end, he just couldn't do it. I guess that magic "switch" that Kobe claimed to be able to turn on at will, at least for last night, was short circuited by Paul Pierce's defence.
Game four was almost exactly like watching the tortoise and the hare -- that is if the hare was notoriously soft and fully expected to eventually be run down by the gritty and stubborn tortoise, even if, for a few minutes, he made you believe he was going to sprint away with the race.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
I Just Don't Have the Fortitude To Be Under The Weather
I believe I may be getting ill. It is easily the worst thing that has happened to me this week. My throat is beginning to get sore, I'm experiencing some slight congestion and my demeanor has turned unmistakeably sour.
I would like it a great deal if I were to feel better, although, I understand illness is inevitable during the days of a hard-living summer.
Hopefully, things take a turn for the better so I can be back at premium operating capabilities.
Wish me luck on my way to a full and speedy recovery.
Get Your Sned-ness Up
Ladies and gentleman, this is Brandt Snedeker. He is my new favorite golfer.
After watching him down the stretch at The Masters, I couldn't help but be drawn to his calming demeanor and general lack of concern about the magnitude of his situation. He reminds me of Dupree from the cinematic masterpiece "You, Me and Dupree." I imagine that he likes to talk about regaining his Sned-ness when he's having a rough go at it out on the links. He is, no doubt, in tune with his zen and, truth be told, I'm not sure he really cares whether he succeeds or fails; the Sned is always happy with a strong personal effort.
I have money riding on Snedeker today so my fan-hood is at an even higher level. Let's just say if Sned makes the cut at the U.S. Open this weekend I'll be one happy man.
Hopefully the guy is throwing seven kinds of smoke.
The Journey Begins
On Monday I begin my journey into the heart of the service industry; I will be waiting tables and taking names.
I would have probably accepted the job for no pay. For whatever reason I've always thought I would be a great waiter and I knew someday, one yay or another, I'd need to figure out if my assumptions were correct.
My new boss seems really cool and the crowd at this establishment seems to be of the older variety. So, it's pretty much a recipe for extreme success. I plan to do more schmoozing and galavanting than anyone in the history of western civilization.
It'll be a grand ol' time to be sure.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
C'mon MJ -- Pull It Together
It seems MJ has been enjoying himself since his seperation from his wife. This picture is a testament to just how much fun he's having.
I'm not sure what his Airness is on in this snapshot but it seems to be quite potent. For all you Kobe hypers who think he's as good as MJ, this is the state Air Jordan would have to be in for Kobe to have a shot. Jordan would probably still have to spot him five playing to 11.
All jokes aside, the guy is awesome. He probably just blew a mil and a half at the Blackjack tables and is about to find a ten to bed.
Only in America! Long live the King!
Gyptian: Give IT a Listen
If you've never heard of Gyptian allow for this to be your formal introduction. This song is a viber.
Put it on and vibe ladies and gentleman.