Thursday, May 31, 2007

How I Cope

While still working a normal ( well, not normal, but usual for me ) work schedule, I'm coping with being hobbled with the items shown above.

And zoomed in for finer detail.

My most excellent friends and family threw me a 30th birthday party, at which I was given the holy grail of gifts, the PlayStation3. I have pictures from the party, but haven't gotten around to posting them yet, due to my playing my new PS3.

Oh, btw, the PS3 has a wireless controller that allows you to turn the PS3 on and off from the controller, so my hobbled self doesn't even have to get up off the couch to turn it on!!! That, the HiDef output of the PS3, the free networking, the soon to be released GTA and college football...... I may never leave the house.

Enough posting, back to the TV.

Seconds Before the End

Bob was able to get a couple of pictures before I took my tumble.
The second play was a play-action with a roll out. This first one is of the playfake....

And this one is juuuust before all hell broke loose. I had just thrown the ball, and the linebacker had a hold of me, and down we went.

The good news is that the swelling is going down, there's a little bit of mobility coming back to the knee. I just had the MRI on Tuesday, and I don't go see the ortho doc till the 12th. The interesting thing now is, apparently my knee is leaking, and it's beginning to collect in my shin. Fun times.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Couple of Days Late, But Not Forgotten

Meant to get this up for Memorial Day...

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Over At the Start

Two plays into the scrimmage, I got tackled from behind after throwing a pass. That was the end of my time at the scrimmage, and my season.

Pending an MRI, I have either a very terrible sprain in my MCL, or it is torn. We have to wait for the swelling to go down before we know anything more.

We'll keep you updated, but right now I'm feeling like the Seinfeld episode, where this was "supposed to be the Summer of Kuflax!!".

Now, it's just me walking around with a busted wheel.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

"You Don't Really 'Blow' Your Nose..."

Went to go see George Carlin this evening in the Northern Lights theater at 'Watomi. I enjoy stand up comedy, and with Carlin being the legend of stand up that he is, I was not quite sure what to expect. Free tickets always help in deciding if you should go see something - but I was curious to see what his shows would be like in person.

You have to figure the guy is still loaded, so how much of a 'tour' would he be doing for the money? That really couldn't be it, if he was coming to play the 'Watomi theater, and not say the Pabst. My guess was that he was either warming up for a large tour type gig - or prepping for a new HBO special.

The latter turned out to be correct, as he pointed out pretty early in the set. This was one of the first stops, and he apologized ahead of time for the show to appear a bit rusty. It was fine for me, because the whole show was new material. In the past, between HBO shows, he'd slowly work material in until there was a brand new act created - then he'd film the special and start over. This time around, he scrapped that plan, and started from scratch.

The results were alot of what you'd expect out of Carlin. I'd be very curious to see the special that will come out of this act, because even with it being rough in form, there were some rants that he had that were worth coming to see.

But while I enjoyed myself, there were times when it was the same old Carlin. Different rants, same vein as in the past. He's not the same comedian he was 20 years ago, but it was fun to go see the man, even if he's not drinking and doing drugs anymore.

He did tell three really, really dirty jokes during the show that even I hadn't heard before. If they don't make it up on here, maybe BNS might be a good place for them - we'll see.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

This Would Be Worth It

A few Saturdays ago, I stopped over by Will's palace to watch the De La Hoya/Mayweather fight. If you've lived under a rock, this was billed as one of the biggest fights of the last five, if not ten years. The fight that was supposed to save boxing.

There were lots of sub-plots. Mayweather's father was Hoya's trainer, till Oscar fired him. Mayweather was touted as the best pound-for-pound fighter. Mayweather came out to the ring in a sombrero and Mexican colored trunks. Classic.

And in a fight that went twelve rounds ( which would normally be a good thing ) - I was pretty unimpressed with the whole thing. All the 'experts' said it was a great fight... but I just thought it was okay.

Neither guy got knocked down in 36 minutes of fighting. Neither was cut. No one landed a punch that really seemed to mess the other guy up. ( Mayweather did land one with a few seconds to go in one of the latter rounds, but the bell let Oscar shake it off )

It, to me, was twelve rounds of guys dancing together. I'm not a purist of the sport, so two guys picking their shots, conserving energy, and playing chess might be great boxing. But hell, I wanna see guys beat the shit out of each other. I told Willy I'd give him 20 bucks for the fight - which I haven't done yet, so remind me Will - but for the price of fights nowadays, it's no wonder boxing is losing ground to mixed martial arts.

Gimme an opening to a fight like this one below, and I'll start paying more attention to boxing.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

There Is No F-U Big Enough

Fuck the Yankees.

Fuck ESPN.

And fuck Roger Clemens.

Baseball needs a salary cap, so Steinbrenner can stick his payroll up his ass.

ESPN needs to stop sucking the nuts off every good player, and start looking at the whole picture.

Roger Clemens needs to look this article here, and read the first rule. Being a primadonna sure makes you look like an ass, and embarrass yourself.

Clemens decided to come back and play baseball this year, making his announcement over the weekend at a Yankees game. THE SEASON is almost a fifth of the way in. He's going to get over four million dollars per month, for the rest of the season. He only has to work every sixth day. ONCE A WEEK. A million bucks per day of work. Fuck him.

But not because of the money he's making. I've said before, if you can get yo dolla' billz yo - you gots to go get 'em. A by-product of our society, and market economy. But there is something to be said for doing things the right way. Like getting your fat ass off the couch in JANUARY, and getting into playing shape... like joining your teammates in spring training... like being there when the regular season starts, and doing your job like everyone else.

Fuck him and his attitude. He's worked his contract so that he doesn't have to travel with the team when they go on the road, and he's not scheduled to pitch. This is not unlike his previous contracts ( which I should have raised holy hell about then, but now I'm in a salty mood tonight ), where other perks included; only having to pitch at home ( and not travel with the team at all ), private jet service for his family ( like he can't afford to pay for their travel, instead he wants the team to pay for it ). And God forbid he does have to travel, but it's also stipulated that he gets the 'penthouse' suite ( or 'presidential' suite, or whatever the fuck is the best room in the hotel ) all to himself, and doesn't have to have a roommate. He's even worked it out that while he's in the minor leagues getting into shape, he gets to be on his son's team. His son's team is a farm club for the Astros... NOT THE YANKEES!!

What an ass. The game is there for you to enjoy, not the other way around, fuckstick.

And for ESPN.... I don't even want to get into it too much... but if you read their article from above about Clemens.... did you notice this gem?
Clemens has been in such hot demand he has the luxury to not put his 44-year-old body through the extreme rigors of travel.


"Rigors of travel"???? Are you fucking kidding me? Professional athletes travel on modified jumbo jets, where everything is pimped out to first class. They're fed better food than you can imagine. They're driven to the airport, in a luxury coach bus. They stay in five star hotels. Clemens gets the best room in the fanciest hotel in town. The clubhouses have leather couches, flatscreen TVs, PS3s, and great food on demand.

"Rigors of travel"??? They don't travel by unicycle to the away games. No one denies them water on their intrepid journey. The equipment managers don't hand them umbrellas with holes in them as they tread on foot through the mountains, stopping to munch on pine cones, only to have to wipe their asses with branches from an evergreen tree.

Rigors of travel. I almost fell out of my chair.

I was having a really good day today. Can't you tell? I'm serious, I was. It was a take-the-world-by-the-balls kinda day today. The kind of day where you think there might be hope for human kind. Then I have to read some shit like this, and remember just how fucking stupid some things in this world are.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Giggity Giggity