Catchy title I know. I felt the need to weigh in on the 'dirty hit' in yesterday's Jets game. I didn't see it until on replay this morning but I don't think it was malicious. Look at it again if you can (try espn.com). The first guy hits Boldin from behind when the second guy launches himself toward Boldin's downfield shoulder (where the ball was). Because of the hit, Boldin is propelled forward and that's when the helmet to helmet contact occurs.
I'm not going to defend the Jet DBs decision to launch himself. That was just a bad idea from jump street. (I learned that from 'Playmakers'.) But he did try to put himself on Boldin's outside shoulder and break up the catch. So let's not all rush to judgement that this is the new Kermit Washington. This was a guy who was playing hard trying to play through the final whistle. He was a tad miguided in his efforts.
Get well AB...
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Deportes
Fuck baseball. I've said it before and I'll say it time and again. It's archaic, stagnant, racist and run by fucking renobs. 'Baseball people' talk about how great the game is. And you say fuck it cuz you don't understand it. No I say fuck it cuz I do understand it. Except for the fucking infield fly rule.
My big beef now is the regular season. You play 162 games. Figure out the fucking thing by like Labor Day. Leave me one or two races and tie the shit up by the 15th. After that, we all go just cuz we like hot dogs and it's fun sitting outside at night in September.
161 games and you haven't figured out who's in and who's out? Fuck the Brewers, the White Sox, Twins and double fuck the Mets. After last year's collapse they should be relegated to the JV with Pittsburgh, KC, Fla, Montreal (what do you mean they're not there anymore?). Now this year, they've built up all this hope. They won a squeaker the other night when they were down and out 6-3 in the 7th. And all it's doing for me is to cause DJ to bitch more when they ultimately fail. (If a pro sports team is from NY and sounds like Ets, they're going to let down everyone who roots for me.)
The only thing I'm waiting for is to go and cop a nice new Dodgers cap and root root root for Torre like any good Yankees fan should. I'll even enjoy Manny being Manny. I'll pull for the Angels cuz Arte Moreno seems like a good dude and I secretly hope he doesn't think that $25M a year is too much for Blow Job - I mean A-Rod. I'm behind Milwaukee + Minnie cuz they have a dome. Baseball shouldn't be played outside in wintry conditions. All World Series game should be played in tropical places, starting no later than 7PM on a weekday and 4PM on a week end.
I'm soooo glad this season is over. I'm just ecstatic that football is in swing, the Knicks are bringing Marbury into camp - please no Allen Houston, please - hockey is starting which means I have a place to go watch white people do funny things. All in all, I love the fall/winter sports cycle. Go Guins. Go Knicks. Here we go Steelers, here we go...
PS - In case you were wondering. Yes, I did lose in my money rotisserie league...
My big beef now is the regular season. You play 162 games. Figure out the fucking thing by like Labor Day. Leave me one or two races and tie the shit up by the 15th. After that, we all go just cuz we like hot dogs and it's fun sitting outside at night in September.
161 games and you haven't figured out who's in and who's out? Fuck the Brewers, the White Sox, Twins and double fuck the Mets. After last year's collapse they should be relegated to the JV with Pittsburgh, KC, Fla, Montreal (what do you mean they're not there anymore?). Now this year, they've built up all this hope. They won a squeaker the other night when they were down and out 6-3 in the 7th. And all it's doing for me is to cause DJ to bitch more when they ultimately fail. (If a pro sports team is from NY and sounds like Ets, they're going to let down everyone who roots for me.)
The only thing I'm waiting for is to go and cop a nice new Dodgers cap and root root root for Torre like any good Yankees fan should. I'll even enjoy Manny being Manny. I'll pull for the Angels cuz Arte Moreno seems like a good dude and I secretly hope he doesn't think that $25M a year is too much for Blow Job - I mean A-Rod. I'm behind Milwaukee + Minnie cuz they have a dome. Baseball shouldn't be played outside in wintry conditions. All World Series game should be played in tropical places, starting no later than 7PM on a weekday and 4PM on a week end.
I'm soooo glad this season is over. I'm just ecstatic that football is in swing, the Knicks are bringing Marbury into camp - please no Allen Houston, please - hockey is starting which means I have a place to go watch white people do funny things. All in all, I love the fall/winter sports cycle. Go Guins. Go Knicks. Here we go Steelers, here we go...
PS - In case you were wondering. Yes, I did lose in my money rotisserie league...
Monday, September 1, 2008
How do you say my love in Spanish?
...Mi Amor. How do you say my love in thug? Can I hit it raw???? Thanks Angie. Thanks Jay...
Well, I've been meaning to post something for a few days. On Friday I turned 25. I was pretty amped that morning and had a great idea for a posting with a self-written horoscope. The whole 'today is the first day of the rest of your life' thing. About how I can make everyday better than the last and turn it all into a veritable world about me. Though I never got to sit down that day to bang that one out.
We went out on Friday night and Amor put together this amazing meal with all my friends including some that I've made through her. Then we went to a bar and I got ridiculously drizznunk. I'm told I had a great time - alas I cannot fully recall...
Saturday I slept until 2:30 in the afternoon mainly because I was still drunk all morning. I started getting hungover right around the time we arrived at the restaurant Amor had set up for us to dine, just the two of us. I feel bad about this cuz I've been dying to eat there. But the whole time I was just focusing on NOT vomiting. It was so bad that I was gagging tryna down some agua. I didn't feel better til I had a nice big BM in their wonderfully crafted minimalist bathroom.
Sunday started with my fantasy football draft. Then turned into a day of running around as we were yet to decide what we were doing for Labor Day. The options in front of us were go to AC, go to Great Adventure, go to the Shore to visit the Angry Guy, go to the local Sleep Eazy motel for some us time or just stay in. AC was ousted because she was geting out of work too late. Great Adventure just felt like a giant waste of money - not to say that gambling isn't either... Shore was out because I'm fat. We chose the Sleep Eazy and a good time was had by all. We made fondu and read classical literature.
Today was waking at the telly. Then the world's longest breakfast at Perkin's. She had the idea for us to have a cook out at 4, but agreed to go to her brother's at 2, so we pushed our plans to 5. No one showed there until 3 so we didn't get back to our BBQ until 5:15. No one was there yet, or responding to calls/texting. She began to fret that no one was coming and wasn't calling to cancel. Well, one called to say he was caught up with some family ish. Another (finally) replied to the first message and said he wasn't coming. The other 2 were MIA and the last one had announced he wouldn't be there til 6 anyway. Well those last 3 all showed at one time, because they all drove together. So we got the show on the road around 6. We gestated and delved into a conversation on religion and personal beliefs/group think mob mentality. It was quite rousing and stimulating all at the same time. I briefly felt it necessary to excuse myself to change my shorts.
Here I sit now. Exhausted from my insane weekend of fun and pleasure. All of it planned by the most beautiful, thoughtful, amazing woman I could ever imagine. An angel of mine own planted here just for me. Ah, redundancy. Well mi Amor commented that I never mentioned my wonderful birthday to the fellaz before, during or after our draft Sunday morning. So I felt it appropriate to take this time here to tell you about the weekend I had. Thanks Amor.
Well, I've been meaning to post something for a few days. On Friday I turned 25. I was pretty amped that morning and had a great idea for a posting with a self-written horoscope. The whole 'today is the first day of the rest of your life' thing. About how I can make everyday better than the last and turn it all into a veritable world about me. Though I never got to sit down that day to bang that one out.
We went out on Friday night and Amor put together this amazing meal with all my friends including some that I've made through her. Then we went to a bar and I got ridiculously drizznunk. I'm told I had a great time - alas I cannot fully recall...
Saturday I slept until 2:30 in the afternoon mainly because I was still drunk all morning. I started getting hungover right around the time we arrived at the restaurant Amor had set up for us to dine, just the two of us. I feel bad about this cuz I've been dying to eat there. But the whole time I was just focusing on NOT vomiting. It was so bad that I was gagging tryna down some agua. I didn't feel better til I had a nice big BM in their wonderfully crafted minimalist bathroom.
Sunday started with my fantasy football draft. Then turned into a day of running around as we were yet to decide what we were doing for Labor Day. The options in front of us were go to AC, go to Great Adventure, go to the Shore to visit the Angry Guy, go to the local Sleep Eazy motel for some us time or just stay in. AC was ousted because she was geting out of work too late. Great Adventure just felt like a giant waste of money - not to say that gambling isn't either... Shore was out because I'm fat. We chose the Sleep Eazy and a good time was had by all. We made fondu and read classical literature.
Today was waking at the telly. Then the world's longest breakfast at Perkin's. She had the idea for us to have a cook out at 4, but agreed to go to her brother's at 2, so we pushed our plans to 5. No one showed there until 3 so we didn't get back to our BBQ until 5:15. No one was there yet, or responding to calls/texting. She began to fret that no one was coming and wasn't calling to cancel. Well, one called to say he was caught up with some family ish. Another (finally) replied to the first message and said he wasn't coming. The other 2 were MIA and the last one had announced he wouldn't be there til 6 anyway. Well those last 3 all showed at one time, because they all drove together. So we got the show on the road around 6. We gestated and delved into a conversation on religion and personal beliefs/group think mob mentality. It was quite rousing and stimulating all at the same time. I briefly felt it necessary to excuse myself to change my shorts.
Here I sit now. Exhausted from my insane weekend of fun and pleasure. All of it planned by the most beautiful, thoughtful, amazing woman I could ever imagine. An angel of mine own planted here just for me. Ah, redundancy. Well mi Amor commented that I never mentioned my wonderful birthday to the fellaz before, during or after our draft Sunday morning. So I felt it appropriate to take this time here to tell you about the weekend I had. Thanks Amor.
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