these mother fuckers
THIRTEEN
my furniture was delivered saturday morning. bittersweet victory there.
i finally got to see ate irma's baby alex. tell me why i was scared of jack (ate irma's big ass dog) the whole time, and 8-day old alex didn't cry once when the dog was all up on her.
me and jus drove to SD. we indulged in some jack in the box and food coma'd through the second half of the colts-ravens game. it might as well have been a soccer game with all the scores by kicks.
the saints game was very moving. DAMN WHAT A HIT ON REGGIE BUSH. the bruin in me surely enjoyed that one. that fool was crawling on the ground like he was the dead japanese girl from the grudge! oh yeah and the whole new orleans overcoming impossible odds after hurricane katrina was nice too.
FOURTEEN
a couple things happened sunday that weren't expected. the most troubling being kuya pogz breaking his ankle and having to go to the hostpital for surgery. thankfully he came out physically OK, but there's no way to describe how disappointed and hurt he looked when he found out we lost. if there was ever such a thing as a model sports fan, that's kuya pogz. his injury came at what i'm sure was the worst possible time for him. i'm not as sad about the loss itself as much as i'm sad about how much worse it must've made kuya pogz feel.
if there was any silver lining to this whole mess at all, it's that it brought me, lance, justin, kuya virg, jasmine, uncle willie, and auntie jean and some random white people in the waiting room together to watch OUR team.
a hospital isn't the most uplifting place to be at after your team's season ends like that, but it also makes you realize it's just a game. knowing kuya pogz was gonna be physically OK makes you realize it's just a game.
but speaking of games....in this section of the entry, i'm gonna play a little game called "THIS Mutha Fucka", which i'm borrowing from jamie foxx's recent show in san diego (i.e. "OJ Simpson?.....THIS mutha fucka....").
Shane Olivea.....THIS mutha fucka! pushing kaeding's weak leg even farther back on the kickoff cause you can't hear the freakin whistle. no excuse.
Drayton Florence.....THIS mutha fucka! headbutting players after the whistle like fatu from the headshrinkers, after a good defensive stand, AFTER a play where we could've saved ourselves 3 points, which ultimately made the difference between playing and sitting at home next sunday. maybe he thought getting an INT exempts him from using his head (not literally) for the rest of the day. plus he gave up the TD to reche droptheballwell.
Marlon McCree....THIS mutha fucka. it's 4th down man. in high school they teach you to bat it down. and if you're not coordinated enough to slap a big fucking brown ball in the air to the ground and you must catch it, sit the fuck down. it's bad enough he cost us ten yards by taking possession farther back than the line of scrimmage, but now he thinks he's got #21 on his jersey and can score a TD. the worse part is that in today's paper, he said he'd do it exactly the same if given a chance to do it over again. THIS mutha fucka!
well, i guess those are the only 3 that are participating in the game today. EP, Marty, Jammer, Cromartie, and a few others had noticeable letdowns and one could question their thinking, but you can chalk that all up to good ol fashion postseason choking.
on a positive note, let me give the final praise of the year to my man LT. in the national press he may have ended his season as a crybaby, but to me his actions are further proof of his exceptional character. what do you expect of a man who puts his teammates and his team's dignity before himself? this is a man who gathered all his teammates to the endzone with him to make an individual accomplishment a time of recognition for his TEAM. of course he's gonna object to personal insults at his teammates and desecration of his home field after the game's over. that's a true teammate and comrade. no sour grapes there. more like balls the size of grapefruits! (vince mcmahon reference, not trying to be gay for LT or anything)
and luis castillo probably explained it best today. while everyone is pointing the finger at shawne merriman for having the lights out dance to begin with, everyone seems to forget that he celebrates DURING the game. for whatever reason. to uplift his teammates. to ignite the home crowd. to irk the opposing crowd. to intimidate the quarterback. either way it's a shot at the opponent when the opponent still has a chance to fire back. what the patriots did was AFTER the game. after the winner was decided and the loser could do nothing about it. what they did was cowardly to me.
so big ups to LT. merriman keep dancing. i hate the patriots. since the raiders season was so pathetic i almost sympathized with them, i dare say i hate the patriots more than i hate the raiders right now. i got love for tom brady and bruschi's a gangsta, but as for the team, i can't believe that i'll actually be rooting for a manning this sunday.
FIFTEEN
after a brief stop in fontana, i came back to LA. put my bed frame together. watched 24 with my girlfriend. the chargers may have lost, but ain't nothing nicer than to watch jack bauer with my girl. this is already the most 24 i've watched as it comes on TV. i'm ditching the dvd's to try and watch it every week like the average american for once.
then we put my ikea chair and storage stool together. argh argh argh (supposed to sound like tim the toolman taylor).
SIXTEEN
work was slow today so i re-organized my area and read charger news. i was never too sad about the game until i had drowned myself in all the post-game and anti-LT and worship-the-patriots articles. i think it's officially hit me. that i'll never see another LT cut or awkward philip rivers celebration again.
now it's time to get into full gear for ucla basketball and my bruins, another team of unlimited potential and high expectations, which is a sure formula for postseason letdown for my teams. but hey, that's why they play the game. then it's clipper season (not looking so good here) and then friar time. but every day from here on out is one less day away from the chargers season opener. and in that light, today is just the 2nd day of the 2007-2008 charger season.
my furniture was delivered saturday morning. bittersweet victory there.
i finally got to see ate irma's baby alex. tell me why i was scared of jack (ate irma's big ass dog) the whole time, and 8-day old alex didn't cry once when the dog was all up on her.
me and jus drove to SD. we indulged in some jack in the box and food coma'd through the second half of the colts-ravens game. it might as well have been a soccer game with all the scores by kicks.
the saints game was very moving. DAMN WHAT A HIT ON REGGIE BUSH. the bruin in me surely enjoyed that one. that fool was crawling on the ground like he was the dead japanese girl from the grudge! oh yeah and the whole new orleans overcoming impossible odds after hurricane katrina was nice too.
FOURTEEN
a couple things happened sunday that weren't expected. the most troubling being kuya pogz breaking his ankle and having to go to the hostpital for surgery. thankfully he came out physically OK, but there's no way to describe how disappointed and hurt he looked when he found out we lost. if there was ever such a thing as a model sports fan, that's kuya pogz. his injury came at what i'm sure was the worst possible time for him. i'm not as sad about the loss itself as much as i'm sad about how much worse it must've made kuya pogz feel.
if there was any silver lining to this whole mess at all, it's that it brought me, lance, justin, kuya virg, jasmine, uncle willie, and auntie jean and some random white people in the waiting room together to watch OUR team.
a hospital isn't the most uplifting place to be at after your team's season ends like that, but it also makes you realize it's just a game. knowing kuya pogz was gonna be physically OK makes you realize it's just a game.
but speaking of games....in this section of the entry, i'm gonna play a little game called "THIS Mutha Fucka", which i'm borrowing from jamie foxx's recent show in san diego (i.e. "OJ Simpson?.....THIS mutha fucka....").
Shane Olivea.....THIS mutha fucka! pushing kaeding's weak leg even farther back on the kickoff cause you can't hear the freakin whistle. no excuse.
Drayton Florence.....THIS mutha fucka! headbutting players after the whistle like fatu from the headshrinkers, after a good defensive stand, AFTER a play where we could've saved ourselves 3 points, which ultimately made the difference between playing and sitting at home next sunday. maybe he thought getting an INT exempts him from using his head (not literally) for the rest of the day. plus he gave up the TD to reche droptheballwell.
Marlon McCree....THIS mutha fucka. it's 4th down man. in high school they teach you to bat it down. and if you're not coordinated enough to slap a big fucking brown ball in the air to the ground and you must catch it, sit the fuck down. it's bad enough he cost us ten yards by taking possession farther back than the line of scrimmage, but now he thinks he's got #21 on his jersey and can score a TD. the worse part is that in today's paper, he said he'd do it exactly the same if given a chance to do it over again. THIS mutha fucka!
well, i guess those are the only 3 that are participating in the game today. EP, Marty, Jammer, Cromartie, and a few others had noticeable letdowns and one could question their thinking, but you can chalk that all up to good ol fashion postseason choking.
on a positive note, let me give the final praise of the year to my man LT. in the national press he may have ended his season as a crybaby, but to me his actions are further proof of his exceptional character. what do you expect of a man who puts his teammates and his team's dignity before himself? this is a man who gathered all his teammates to the endzone with him to make an individual accomplishment a time of recognition for his TEAM. of course he's gonna object to personal insults at his teammates and desecration of his home field after the game's over. that's a true teammate and comrade. no sour grapes there. more like balls the size of grapefruits! (vince mcmahon reference, not trying to be gay for LT or anything)
and luis castillo probably explained it best today. while everyone is pointing the finger at shawne merriman for having the lights out dance to begin with, everyone seems to forget that he celebrates DURING the game. for whatever reason. to uplift his teammates. to ignite the home crowd. to irk the opposing crowd. to intimidate the quarterback. either way it's a shot at the opponent when the opponent still has a chance to fire back. what the patriots did was AFTER the game. after the winner was decided and the loser could do nothing about it. what they did was cowardly to me.
so big ups to LT. merriman keep dancing. i hate the patriots. since the raiders season was so pathetic i almost sympathized with them, i dare say i hate the patriots more than i hate the raiders right now. i got love for tom brady and bruschi's a gangsta, but as for the team, i can't believe that i'll actually be rooting for a manning this sunday.
FIFTEEN
after a brief stop in fontana, i came back to LA. put my bed frame together. watched 24 with my girlfriend. the chargers may have lost, but ain't nothing nicer than to watch jack bauer with my girl. this is already the most 24 i've watched as it comes on TV. i'm ditching the dvd's to try and watch it every week like the average american for once.
then we put my ikea chair and storage stool together. argh argh argh (supposed to sound like tim the toolman taylor).
SIXTEEN
work was slow today so i re-organized my area and read charger news. i was never too sad about the game until i had drowned myself in all the post-game and anti-LT and worship-the-patriots articles. i think it's officially hit me. that i'll never see another LT cut or awkward philip rivers celebration again.
now it's time to get into full gear for ucla basketball and my bruins, another team of unlimited potential and high expectations, which is a sure formula for postseason letdown for my teams. but hey, that's why they play the game. then it's clipper season (not looking so good here) and then friar time. but every day from here on out is one less day away from the chargers season opener. and in that light, today is just the 2nd day of the 2007-2008 charger season.