Yup, I took my first chairshot on Saturday night at the CCW show, but before I get into CCW. I'm gonna take a quick second to talk about the BRAWL Show I did on Friday.
The BRAWL Show started really sucky for me. Way before the show even started. I was doing sound for the night and one of the first things I hear is that something is wrong with the sound equipment. So I go looking at the sound equipment and I'm brought this cord. Now the actual cd player and the play button are on two seperate boxes...why I have no idea. So this cord, brings power from the cd player to the power box that has the play button and whatever else on it, and there's something wrong with this cord. So I'm looking at it and I notice that on one end of the cord, a few prongs are bent and the metal circle that suppose to protect the metal prongs is a bit smashed as well. So we're pretty much fucked on sound for the night. I tried a few things to fix the cord and that didn't work. We sent out Robbie Gilmore to a Best Buy and a Raidoshack to see if they had a cord, and they didn't. So as a last minute thing, I came up with the idea of having me "fired" because the sound wasn't working correctly. Luckily we didn't have to do that (Even though I sorta wanted to do the angle), because a kid said he had a stereo system. So I took this kid back to his place to check out his stereo system and its little system with small speaker. We ended up grabbing it and I had to use it for the entire show...and the music was really low because of it. Other than that, BRAWL went really well for the rest of the night. Now onto CCW and me taking my first chair shot.
On Saturday, I got to Referee for CCW once again. They were holding a tournament for their newest singles title, the Westside Championship, and also having a Heavyweight title match and also just a regular match. It was me and this other Referee named Alan. There were two other shows going on in other cities, so Ref's were sorta limited for the night. There were 6 matches altogether, I took the odd number while Alan took the even number. It was sorta weird not working with Guido on the show as normally I ref along side of him in California, so I tried to work well with Alan. After talking about what matches we were going to do the show started shortly after and I had the first match of the night.
Match 1: Ryan Drago vs Virgil Flynn (A Pimp Named Virgil); The match went really well. The only mistake I made was not being out of Drago's way before the match started. Before Virgil came out for his enterance, me and Drago were looking at the curtain for Virgil and Drago started backing up towards me. I tried to get out of his way before he stepped on me but I didn't move in time and he ended up stepping on my left foot and sorta tripping up a little bit. He gave me a quick shove and told me in a heelish voice "Don't try to trip me!" I gave him a quick sorry and on we went. The match was quick and back and forth. The end result saw Virgil putting Ryan Drago's shoulders to the mat while Drago went for a armbar on Virgil. So Virgil advanced after I made the 3 count.
After the match was over, I shook both of their hands and said thank you and said sorry to Ryan again about the small trip and he said no problem.
Alan had match 2 which was Big Ugly vs Bonzai Bruce. It as good to see Bonzai as I hadn't seen him for a couple of months as he's been training with Harley Race. Ugly went over in the match and I had match 3.
Match 3: Super Otaku vs Ryan Cade; Super Otaku is this masked animae guy who sorta dresses up like Goku with the karate Gi and Ryan Cade is a wrestler who was wrestling with WCWA when I started training with them but for some reason in the beginning of 2006, Cade stopped wrestling. Saturday night was his actual return back to the ring in over a year.
This match was pretty fun for me. It was also filled with back and forth action and the crowd ate it up. Though the greatest part of the match for me happen in the beginning. I was checking Otaku and after I checked him, he grabbed me and switched spots with me, then he started checking me! After seeing that I was clean, Otaku went to the middle of the ring and told me and Ryan Cade to go at it. Me and Cade just looked at each, shrugged, then started circleing the ring. A few seconds later me and Ryan Cade locked up then he power shoved me out of the lock up. I compalined to Otaku that Cade pulled my hair, Otaku and Cade argued for a second then Otaku put Cade in a headlock and I returned to my Ref'ing duties.
Ryan Cade went over on Otaku using the Claw using a Nintendo Power Glove. Oh! Ryan Cade's gimmick is a gamer gimmick. Awesome gimmick if your a fan of old school games. He wears the old Nintendo Power Glove, his tights consits of Zelda, Nintendo, and Street figher referances. Its fucking awesome! After the match waw over, I shook both guys hands and said thank you in the back.
Match 4 went to Alan and then we had a intermission.
Match 5 was the 1st of two main events. It was Showtime Shane Dynasty vs CCW's Heavyweight Champion Vinnie Massaro and I got to Ref this match. This was my first title match, so I was a little nervous but I was really honored to be doing this match. I came out and got the annoucement of the "Your Referee for this match, Referee Toby!", which is always cool to hear. Shane Dynasty and Buddy Sotello Esquire came out first, then the champion Vinnie Massaro came out 2nd and before the match even started, things got crazy.
I had to keep the two seperated and I tried that but after I gave the title to the guys at the bell table, Shane attacked Vinnie and the match started. They fought all over the place. They went all over the buidling, Vinnie throwing Dynasty into walls and all around the buidling. Finally I was able to get it back into the ring...for a few minutes. After a few minutes, Shane mounted a comeback against the champion Vinnie Massaro and threw Vinnie outside, shane followed. As soon as Dynasty's feet hit the floor, he took a chair from a little kid who was sitting in the front row. He was about to hit Vinnie and being the 20/20 vision Ref that I am, I rolled under the rope and grabbed the chair before Dynasty hit Vinnie with the chair but I didn't take it from him. Dynasty turned around, yelled at me "What are you doing!?" then wallopped me in the head with the chair. I was out.
Ok time for the shoot part of the post: As I was laying there, the first thing that popped into my mind was "Fuck, did I just screw something up?" We hadn't gone over the chair spot and I never heard them speak of a chair shot but I could have missed it sometime before the match or during the match. As I laid there, "KO'ed" I was so pist at myself. I started to stir to make it look like I was waking up, and I as I was stirring, I heard the little kids in the front row talk about me getting hit with the chair. I heard "Thats a DQ!", "he's still breathing, so i think he's ok", "Is he hurt?" and I think one of the kids actually poked me. I started to stir after the poke. As I was stiring, Dynasty got the ring and picked me up and slapped me to "Wake me up". I put the thought that I might have fucked something up out of my mind and got back in the ring to count a near fall. After the near fall, I said to both of them under my breath, as we were all getting up, "Guys, I am soooooo sorry if I fucked something up." I heard them both tell me that it was ok and we moved on.
Back to Kay-fabe: After I got hit with the chair, sometime during the match, Vinnie gained control and went for a moonsault. When Vinnie got to the top rope, Dynasty's manager Buddy Sotello Esquire got on the ring and he wasn't suppose to do that, so with my headache, me and him started arguing, then all of a sudden a few seconds later, Shane Dynasty grabs me and pushes me aside and then I have to argue with both of them. Vinnie Massaro gets up and grabs Dynasty from behind, around the hips and pushes him against the ropes into Buddy. Buddy and Dynasty collide knocking Buddy off the ring and then Vinnie massaro wraps Shane Dynasty up and I made the 3 count. Vinnie had retained his title in a crazy match.
Shoot: I was so pist with myself after the match, I kept thinking I had really fucked something up and the first thing I did was go up to Vinnie, because he was the first one in the back, and said I'm sorry if I fucked that chair spot up. He told me it was alright because everything worked out fine and not to worry about it but next time I should find a way to get distracted, so I didn't have to do that. I was a bit realived but I still had to clear things up with Dynasty.
Dynasty came back into the back and I walked up to him and shook his hand, said thank you, and asked him if I fucked that up. He told me I didn't and pretty much told me the same thing Vinnie told me. I was so realived. I really enjoyed working the match and I was soooo fucking happy that I didn't fuck anything up and I did everything I was suppose to do. Though the chairshot wasn't very comfortable...those damn things hurt!
Back to Kay-fabe: The final match of the night was a triple threat for the Westside Championship. It was Big Ugly vs Ryan Cade vs Virgil Flynn with Alan Ref'ing. Virgil won the match and became the first CCW Westside Champion.
Overall: It was a fun night and I really enjoy working with everyone at CCW. Great atomospher, hot crowd, its just a overall great experinace.
following in Ortonsault's foot steps here
1.) Oakland - WR Calvin Johnson, Georgia Tech: I don't feel that Randy Moss will be with this team much longer and while most experts have the Raiders taking Jamarcus Russell, how can you pass on this guy? He's 6'5" 230lbs and ran a fucking 4.35 40! He's an absolute freak, and this is a fairly deep draft in terms of QB. I believe Troy Smith is an option for them at the start of the second round.
2.) Detroit - OT Joe Thomas, Wisconsin: Matt Millen seeing Calvin Johnson off the board sheds a tear and drafts a non-WR at this point. Evidently Millen also loves Thomas and his O-Line needs a guy like this anyways. With Kevin Jones likely out a good portion of the season and this team starting to look like its going through another rebuilding...well they say you always start to build a team in the trenches.
3.) Cleveland - QB Jamarcus Russell, LSU: Ohio fans were hoping to see Troy Smith end up with the Browns but instead they get a QB who won his bowl game. Adrian Peterson is a possibility but at this point I'd take Jamarcus Russell and Reuben Droughns over Charlie Fry and Adrian Peterson. Especially since they could probably grab Michael Bush in the second round, and if not...well Darren McFadden is coming out next year.
4.) Tampa Bay - DE Jamaal Anderson, Arkansas: That Tampa d-line is getting old and with Simeon Rice nearing the end they'll need another good pass rusher. Anderson looks to be an even better prospect than Mario Williams too.
5.) Arizona - RB Adrian Peterson, Oklahoma: Edgerin James looks to have hit the twilight of his career and Arrington and Marcell Shipp also aren't the answer. With this pick Arizona's skill positions are all set on the offensive side of the ball.
6.) Washington - DT Alan Branch, Michigan: Washington was ranked 27th against the Rush last season. Nuff said
7.) Minnesota - CB Leon Hall, Michigan: Fred Smoot is likely gone and this team desperately needs a shutdown corner. The Vikings were pretty much exposed early in the season by the Pats when they just decided to spread'em out and have an empty backfield, then just proceeded to dink and dunk them to death.
8.) Houston - OT Levi Brown, Penn St: I know Brady Quinn is still on the board but I believe Jake Plummer joins his former o-coordinator and now Texans head coach in Houston. That o-line however has been absolutely terrible through-out that franchises existence. This starts to right the ship.
9.) Miami - WR Dwayne Jarrett, USC: I hardly believe the Dolphins will draft a QB a year after giving up a second rounder for Daunte Culpepper, and its looking like Marty Booker is going to be a cap casualty.
10.) Atlanta - S Laron Landry, LSU: Lawyer Milloy is almost done and they have no other solid options at safety. I also wouldn't be surprised to see Petrino try to talk the front office into taking Michael Bush since he knows what Bush is capable of and Warrick Dunn is creeping into his mid-30s.
-The Oscars were on last night. I really wish that Pan's Labyrinth (which got 6 nominations) and Children of Men (got 2) got more love last night, as they are awesome movies. That out of the way, it's great to see Scorcese finally win one, and Forest Whitaker win for best actor. Also, it's great to see Ennio Morricone get an award, but Lifetime Achivement? Come on, he deserved an award years ago...
Oh, and I think Al Gore got too much love last night. I'm no conservative, but I halfway expected someone to start blowing him on stage. "Oh Al, you made us all aware of Global Warming!" Yeah, and scientists didn't say anything before the movie came out. It's sad that it takes Al Gore of all people to make more people care about the environment.
Ellen was ok. Not as bad as some say, but not that good either.
-Well, I've been busy for the last few weeks, what with essays and finals and such. One of the essays is an psychoanalytical look at the splatterpunk and hardcore horror genres in literature.
-"The Abandoned" isa pretty damn good horror movie. It's not perfect (it sags a bit in the middle) but its still a good, atmospheric horror movie. It's refreshing to see a horror movie rely more on atmosphere than pointless torture, at least these days.
8 p.m.
• God I love Drudge. Where else can you find hard-hitting journalism like this?
• So I heard a little while ago that some hippie zookeeper in Denver got killed by a jag -- the animal, not the car. OMG a WILD ANIMAL would KILL a HUMAN? Shocking. But wait, it gets DEEPER!
There are so many jokes in the five paragraphs above that I don't know where to begin. My favorite, though, is the headline to this story: Killer Jaguar Had Mean Twin Named Osama
"Killer" Jaguar. What do you think a Jaguar is -- a pacifist?
2:30 p.m.
• The Oscars were last night? No shit. Martin Scorsese finally won. Uh, yay, and stuff. Al Gore won for his Global Warming shit-fest? Wow, I'm surprised. With him and the Dixie Terrorists both winners in '06 I'm stunned, simply stunned. Good thing Al did air his documentary 30 years ago, or the intellectual elites hell-bent on ridding the world of global cooling would have laughed at him.
• LOL -- forever stamps? Too bad enough smart people will buy these things in bulk and wait until the price of postage really spikes.
This got a laugh out of me.
Yeah, and your union costs have nothing to do with your bloated expense reports. I used to defend the post office a number of times, but ever since I had to start dealing with them more often my tolerance has grown less and less. My highlight came when I got a piece of postage returned because they couldn't determine whether an address number was a "5" or "6." OK, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt: you couldn't tell the difference (even though you can). However, there was also another 5 and 6 on this package, and just by taking five seconds out of your busy schedule, you could have found out. Also, you could always have checked to see the residence of each address and find out which name went with each address.
2 p.m.
• Well this morning on ESPN I saw Stephen Smith talking NASCAR with Tim Cowlishaw. It was an … interesting … moment.
• Oh, this should be interesting.
I bet Serbia is going to get a really nasty letter from the U.N. letting them know how mad that faceless governing body is at them. And of course they're going to convict -- think the U.N. wants a bunch of angry Muslims declaring jihad? Well, at least a bunch of angry Muslims (sorry for being redundant) declaring jihad on them?
As many of you know the TSM Fantasy Baseball Draft is currently going on. I personally don't really even like playing fantasy baseball that much as I never want to be on those people rooting for players on the team who's playing against their favorite team. Because of this I never play for money as I have enough things to worry about than if Brett Myers gets 10 strikeouts and smacks his wife three times so I can win my game that week. This is the 4th year of the league with it being the 2nd year of the current incarnation run by MJ Styles. The first two years of the league were run by Lightning Flik and in those two years I had one of the best teams in the league, reaching the championship game both years although losing the title both years. I had Albert Pujols and Bobby Abreu both seasons and all was right with the world. But when Lightning Flik left the board, I think at least, the league was rebooted and all keepers were gone. No biggie but when I drew the 17th pick in the draft order I knew there'd be no Pujols left for me and I proceeded to draft one of the worst teams in the league, finshing 15th out of 20 and not even qualifying for the consolation bracket.
Here's a recap of my terrible draft from last year. Feel free to point and laugh.
1. Carl Crawford - (Final Yahoo Ranking: 20th, 89 R, 183 H, 18 HR, 77 RBI, 58 SB, .348 OBP)
This is another reason why I don't really like fantasy baseball is that because of stolen bases a player like Crawford is a superstar in fantasy baseball. He's a good player no doubt but no one would ever think of Crawford as one of the elite players in baseball.
2. Rich Harden - (Final Ranking: 379th, 46.2 IP, 4 W, 0 SV, 46 K, 0 HLD, 4.24 ERA, 1.22 WHIP)
I didn't follow Rule #1 of fantasy sports: Don't draft players from your favorite team. Harden certainly has the talent of a pitcher to be drafted this high and I gambled on him finally having an injury free year and lost badly. I did end up keeping him as I had hardly any players worth keeping but we were required to keep four so maybe Harden will finally pitch 200 innings this year. And maybe the Royals will win the World Series.
3. Chad Tracy - (Final Ranking: 175th, 91 R, 168 H, 20 HR, 80 RBI, 5 SB, .343 OBP)
Ugh. I had a hard on for Tracy going into last season as I was convinced he'd have a breakout year and plus he also had eligiblity at three positions. Had a decent year but no where near a 3rd round pick.
4. Brett Myers - (Final Ranking: 73rd, 198 IP, 12 W, 0 SV, 189 K, 0 H, 3.91 ERA, 1.30 WHIP)
This was one of my few solid picks as based on the Yahoo rankings he ended up being worth exactly a 4th round pick thus I ended up having to keep him almost by default.
5. Bobby Crosby (Final Ranking: 613th, 42 R, 82 H, 9 HR, 40 RBI, 8 SB, .298 OBP)
I forgot one of my own rules here: If ESPN "experts" are really high on a player assume he'll be terrible. Now I didn't think Crosby was going to emerge as an MVP candidate like some did but I definately thought he'd continue to improve. Not only was he hurt, he was also terrible when he was in the line up.
6. Derrick Turnbow (Final Ranking: 428th, 56.1 IP, 4 W, 24 SV, 69 K, 4 HLD, 6.87 ERA, 1.69 WHIP)
Maybe I should just stop this entry because this is getting embarrasing. I should have listened to those who thought Turnbow's excellent 2005 season was a fluke and boy were they right. This pick pretty much killed me in the saves category all year as I never found a decent closer.
7. Brian Giles (Final Ranking: 216th, 87 R, 159 H, 14 HR, 83 RBI, 9 SB, .374 OBP)
Because of the park he plays in Giles isn't a very attractive player in fantasy baseball but he had an outstanding 2005 season so I was happy when he fell to me but his OBP dropped 49 points in 2006. I actually have drafted him again this year hoping he'll have a bounce back year but I'm probably going to be wrong on that as he just turned 36 last month.
8. Placido Polanco (Final Ranking: 430th, 58 R, 136 H, 4 HR, 52 RBI, 1 SB, .329 OBP)
This seemed like a good pick at that time as Polanco had emerged as one of the better second basemen in baseball the previous couple of years but he had a terrible year offensively in 2006.
9. Michael Barrett (Final Ranking: 317th, 54 R, 115 H, 16 HR, 53 RBI, 0 SB, .368 OBP)
Barrett was having a good year for a catcher, and became one of my favorite players for punching A.J. Pierzynski, but he missed the last month of the season due to injury.
10. Nick Johnson (Final Ranking: 120th, 100 R,145 H, 23 HR, 77 RBI, 10 SB, .428 OBP)
The best pick I made in the draft and even it came back to haunt me. He of course suffered an ugly broken leg injury with about a week left in the season and is likely going to start this year on the DL but because my team was so terrible I decided to keep him in spite of this.
11. Brad Radke (162.1 IP, 12 W, 0 SV, 83 K, 0 HLD, 4.32 ERA, 1.41 WHIP)
Because he retired I don't know what his final Yahoo ranking was but it couldn't have been very good as Brad went out at the right time.
12. Scott Linebrink (Final Ranking: 235th, 75.2 IP, 7 W, 2 SV, 68 K, 36 HLD, 3.57 ERA, 1.22 WHIP)
One thing I really dislike about this league is the inclusion of the completlely irrelevent Hold statistic being included. I let Linebrink go at some point because I think I was desperate to fill the other numerous holes on my team due to injuries that I abandoned Holds.
13. Carlos Silva (Final Ranking: 375th, 180.1 IP, 11 W, 0 SV, 70 K, 2 HLD, 5.94 ERA, 1.54 WHIP)
Another terrible pick. Silva had made a living off never striking out anybody but never walked anybody either but the never striking out part bit him in the ass finally last year and I didn't wait too long before releasing him.
14. Dan Johnosn (Final Ranking: 693rd, 30 R, 67 H, 9 HR, 37 RBI, 0 SB, .323 OBP)
Yet again not following Rule #1 but even I wasn't as high on Johnson as some A's fans but I figured this was a low risk pick here and boy was I wrong.
15. Brian Anderson (Final Ranking: 664th, 46 R, 82 H, 8 HR, 33 RBI, 4 SB, .290 OBP)
Gambled on a rookie here and once again was wrong as Anderson was not ready yet to hit MLB pitching.
16. Dave Roberts (Final Ranking: 146th, 80 R, 146 H, 2 HR, 44 RBI, 49 SB, .360 OBP)
Hey a decent pick, imagine that.
17. Luis A. Gonzalez (7 R, 36 H, 2 HR, 14 RBI, 1 SB, .269 OBP)
Picked purely because he was eligible at a ton of positions and had been halfway decent offensivley but was just awful in 2006. Don't know his ranking because he's now in Japan.
18. Jason LaRue (Final Ranking: 762nd, 22 R, 37 H, 8 HR, 21 RBI, 1 SB, .317 OBP)
Seemed like a decent choice as my back up catcher but not even close.
19. Jeff Franics (Final Ranking: 285th, 199 IP, 13 W, 0 SV, 117 K, 0 HLD, 4.16 ERA, 1.29 WHIP)
Pretty good pick here as him and Myers were the only pitchers I could rely on all year.
20. Todd Coffey (Final Ranking: 285th, 78 IP, 6 W, 8 SV, 60 K, 15 HLD, 3.58 ERA, 1.44 WHIP)
I was hoping Coffey would emerge as the Reds primary closer but never happened.
Because I had so little to work with going into this year I already hate the look of my team this year so far. I'm counting on Ryan Zimmerman emerging as a superstar this year but given how things went last year I'll assume he'll do a good Bobby Crosby 2006 impression.
11 p.m.
KKK's Top 103 Posters
Number 39: Dames
The former head guy at this place, I never had a problem with Dames. In fact, the only “drama” we ever had was after kkk Bowl I when I posted a picture of Janet Jackson’s tit as a reward for Gert T’s championship run (I got a PM from him telling me it was NSFW). Did I bitch and moan about having my creative freedom squashed? Did I post several pictures of spiders, hoping to scare away this little Hitler? No. I simply took the picture down and said “Oops. I thought it was acceptable.” If memory serves, this former Big Apple resident went to Connecticut for some sales job and was doing better for himself. Hopefully, he’s doing OK. Sure during the Dames era there was a bit of craziness, but that’s part of the charm of this little corner of the Internet. And, like it or not, without Dames, we wouldn’t be here today showing fellow posters pictures that we like, bitching about the latest RAW broadcast or saying how much this place sucks.
And now a word or two from the expert panel I've assembled to comment on the people I've listed.
From SFA Jack:
From Cancer Marney:
10:15 p.m.
• Damn Republicans. If fathers of certain governors weren't Nazi loyalists, they had five wives more than 100 years ago.
Uh, OK. So if Mitt gets elected we could have First Ladies? At least Barney Frank isn't running for the White House.
• AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Seriously, I hate these fucking things. Yeah, we took your land and brought you over on ships several hundred years ago. Our bad. You know why we did all this shit? Because we could. Humans are fucked up. What do you want me to do about it? But hey, we said we're sorry, so it's all good now.
10 p.m.
• OK, so today was my grandma’s funeral. Yesterday at the viewing, I told my old man that if he needs me to be a pallbearer then all he has to do is say so. Seeing how grandma had 20+ grandchildren, several great-grandchildren and one great-great grandchild, I could understand how it might be difficult to whittle the list down to a half-dozen. I figured that since he was handling all the arrangements, this might help him out a bit. When planning large-scale family events, you tend to overlook a number of things. By letting him know I would be ready to help in any way and all he’d have to do is just let me know. Well, last night he asked me to be a pallbearer. No problem, or so I thought.
Today, we had SEVEN pallbearers. But that’s not the best part. Right after the funeral service took place at the cemetery, he singles me out and starts bitching because I … are you ready?
You sure?
Postitive?
OK, you’ve been warned.
He started bitching because I DIDN’T WEAR A TRENCHCOAT. (Or was it overcoat? Eh, I can’t remember.) I was stunned, especially since he did this while other relatives were still around me. My response: Well since I disgraced the family I guess I’ll just go straight home (there was a wake-thingy event at a local restaurant to take place after the services). Let’s just say it’s going to be quite a while before I feel like speaking to this man again. Oh, and for the record, the other six (!?) pallbearers didn’t dress in this requested garb either. I think it’s now relevant to mention that this is the same person who, when I informed him shortly before my wedding that I didn’t receive any RSVPs from his list, said to me “well, they don’t respond to those things.” Needless to say the look on Mrs. kkk’s face when my stepmother called the day after the guest list had to be finalized and said, “Is it too late to invite anyone?” Oh, and about one-fourth of those people that were “invited late” either no-showed or gave their invitation/reservation to someone else.
And people wonder why I stay away from my family as much as possible.
9 p.m.
KKK's Top 103 Posters
Number 40: Alfdogg
He's a decent enough mod for me, and he helped out during the most recent kkk Bowl IV season. In fact, I think he handled it better than me -- want a job based at TSM with no pay? Wait, you already have one. Shit.
And now a word from the expert panel I've assembled to comment on the people I've listed.
From Lovecraft:
• Thank Christ he lost. Now I don't have to hear the debate as to his "win streak" is legit because he lost in non-PGA events during this time.
7:15 p.m.
• Wow, I didn't see this coming.
Get it? "Didn't see this coming"? They're blind. OMGROTFLMAO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, I'm pathetic.
Actually, this brings me back to a memory back in my theater employment days. You see, there was this wheelchair-bound guy named Dave, and while nobody liked him, they always tolerated him. Fuck that. I treat everybody the same – poorly. One day he brought in this article about how he appeared at this public meeting to protest the government not wanting to slope curbs. I played devil’s advocate and said that if you sloped street curbs that it would be harder for blind people to figure out that they were wading out into traffic. Dave didn’t like this and tried to run me over with his wheelchair. I thought the whole thing was funny, but when my head manager heard of this he got pissed at Dave. Now I know this guy hated me, but I think his faux outrage was an excuse to avoid Dave. Hey, it gave me the chance to ignore him, too, which I took full advantage of. He later got a bunch of people to give him money for some “fundraiser,” only for it to mysteriously “disappear.”
• Speaking of money vanishing, the better half’s out-of-control drug addict niece just got fired from the pizza job she worked at for less than two weeks. She was being “groomed” for a shift manager position and got into two shouting matches with other employees where the term “mother fucker” was used quite a bit, along with ending up $200 short in her drawer one night. $200. Yeah, I’m sure she put a $20 in the wrong slot in the cash register.
7 p.m.
• Well, I almost got in a bit of trouble today. As I was driving in Shittsburgh during the afternoon I ran a stop sign, not giving these pedestrians the right of way. Now I could say that being in a part of town I haven’t graced my presence with, coupled with the stop sign being shielded by a dumpster, I could just say “Fuck you” to the pedestrians I came within 12 feet of running over. At a nearby stoplight I made eye contact with the motorist in the other lane, who motioned to me to roll down my window. He commented to me that those people behind me flagged a police car to pull me over. I shrugged my shoulders and said that I didn’t see the stop sign and got ready to take my medicine. When the light turned green, I made my turn. I noticed the cop car behind me, but his lights weren’t on. I pulled over to the side anyways and motioned to him to approach me. He rolled down his window and I explained that I wasn’t familiar with the area and that I missed the sign. He seemed to understand my plight and said “no problem.” Had I been going 30 miles over the speed limit, hell-bent on getting to where I was going with and not giving a crap about those in my way, then I would understand being pulled over. But when you’re driving in a city, especially on a Friday afternoon, it’s a freakin’ zoo. Whenever I’m a pedestrian in the situation, I always act like oncoming motorists haven’t seen me yet. I get that pedestrians have the “right of way,” but would you rather cede this “right” and live to walk another day, or stand up for your “rights” and fight a losing bout with a vehicle weighing much more than you?
I want to do a pre-Combine mock draft and then do another one on April 27 (the day before the draft).
1. Oakland Raiders - JaMarcus Russell (QB, Louisiana State)
2. Detroit Lions - Brady Quinn (QB, Notre Dame)
3. Cleveland Browns - Joe Thomas (OT, Wisconsin)
4. Tampa Bay Buccaneers - Calvin Johnson (WR, Georgia Tech)
5. Arizona Cardinals - Gaines Adams (DE, Clemson)
6. Washington Redskins - Alan Branch (DT, Michigan)
7. Minnesota Vikings - Jamaal Anderson (DE, Arkansas)
8. Houston Texans - Adrian Peterson (RB, Oklahoma)
9. Miami Dolphins - Levi Brown (OT, Penn State)
10. Atlanta Falcons - Reggie Nelson (S, Florida)
11. San Francisco 49ers - Ted Ginn Jr. (WR/KR, Ohio State)
12. Buffalo Bills - Leon Hall (CB, Michigan)
13. St. Louis Rams - Amobi Okoye (DT, Louisville)
14. Carolina Panthers - Patrick Willis (ILB, Mississippi)
15. Pittsburgh Steelers - Adam Carriker (DE, Nebraska)
16. Green Bay Packers - Marshawn Lynch (RB, California)
17. Jacksonville Jaguars - LaRon Landry (S, Louisiana State)
18. Cincinnati Bengals - Charles Johnson (DE, Georgia)
19. Tennessee Titans - Dwayne Jarrett (WR, Southern California)
20. New York Giants - Aaron Ross (CB, Texas)
21. Denver Broncos - Jarvis Moss (DE, Florida)
22. Dallas Cowboys - Justin Blalock (G, Texas)
23. Kansas City Chiefs - Dwayne Bowe (WR, Louisiana State)
24. New England Patriots - Paul Posluszny (OLB, Penn State)
25. New York Jets - Darrelle Revis (CB, Pittsburgh)
26. Philadelphia Eagles - Michael Griffin (S, Texas)
27. New Orleans Saints - Lawrence Timmons (OLB, Florida State)
28. New England Patriots - Robert Meachem (WR, Tennessee)
29. Baltimore Ravens - Daymeion Hughes (CB, California)
30. San Diego Chargers - Sidney Rice (WR, South Carolina)
31. Chicago Bears - Tony Ugoh (OT, Arkansas)
32. Indianapolis Colts - Jon Beason (OLB, Miami of Florida)
The right-hand turn on a red light, is, as even anti-American TV host Jeremy Clarkson has said, a great contribution to civilization by America. It kicks ass to able to turn right at a red light, knowing all the while poor saps all over Europe are not able to do this simple task. Yet sometimes it can become the source of road rage. You see, some people regard this traffic rule as meaning you do not have to actually stop, you can just roll through your turn. Not so. You do in fact have to stop, just as you would at a stop sign, and then you can be on your merry way.
The following happens to me on a regular basis. I'll come to a stop light in a right hand turn lane, and let's say there's no traffic around. I'll still come to a stop, because, well, that's the traffic law. And yet, about 75%-90% of the time, if there is someone behind me that person will go "Bakersfield Chimp". (That was the chimpanze that mauled the living hell out of his former owner in Bakersfield, California a few years ago.) They'll act as those I just raped their child, get all pissed off, tailgate, etc, etc. Fuck these people. They are just another segment of society that needs to be thinned out.
I mentioned a situation in kkk's blog about installing a ceiling fan/light in our bedroom at the behest of my wife. Well, there was no existing hole in the ceiling and in addition to not knowing what is needed to hang a ceiling fan where no hole existed, I also knew nothing about how to do the wiring. So enter my brother-in-law, who my wife recruited to do it. I have no idea if he volunteered or is my wife asked, don't know, don't care, I wasn't present when it was decided that he would do this. Of course, it was understood that I would be helping him. First, a quick background on this brother-in-law. He's married to my wife's older sister and has a 2 year old child. Early this fall we all went to Florida on vacation, where we stayed at a rental house. This guy was detached the whole time, didn't seem to interested in his family at all. One day we were at the beach and he volunteered to go back to the house and bring back some snacks for everyone. So he took off, and I found out later that he drove off to a burger place and had himself a meal before he ever bothered to come back to the beach. (Food seems to be this guy's main motivation in life--the entire vacation to him was getting to the next meal.) Then on the second to last day of the trip, we all went out to a nice restaurant overlooking the ocean. Before the dinner he had gone out and bought a fifth of Jim Beam and proceeded to get blind drunk. He got up during the meal and never returned. I went to go look for him (while his wife is sitting there embarrassed and mortified). I find him in a parking lot throwing up all over the place. His wife comes down, slaps his ass and comes back up to finish the meal. He wanders off while we drive back to the house. He shows up several hours later, etc, and it was awkward for the rest of the time.
So now they are apparently OK and life goes on. However, they were in a fight while this guy is over with me putting this damn ceiling light in. He is acting like a complete ass, taking out all this on me. I like to do tasks in a calm, patient manner, while he is the definition of impatience and it was only compounded by this fight he's in with his wife. Like I give a fuck about his problems, make your marriage better and quit acting like an ass. So on the last day of the "installation" he leaves without finishing the job, and I'm left to attached and wire the thing to the ceiling by myself, which should be a two-man job due to the weight of the thing.
And my wife wants to get THREE more lighting fixtures for the kitchen, the area between the kitchen and the living room, and the dining room.
6:45 p.m.
• So Jim Rome’s ESPN show and Around the Horn got all PC (as usual) by everyone going hooray for Illinois getting rid of the Indian mascot. Jesus Christ, get over yourselves. Don’t equate this with the white man wiping out the tribe of Chief I-Was-Stupid-For-Letting-Those-Crackers-Off-The-Boat. I feel NO sympathy for the hippie Indians. They had the home field advantage and blew it. My people came over, they saw, they kicked ass. Now I’m supposed to feel sorry? Fuck that. Yeah, whitey is a fucked up people, but it’s not like the Indians were these heavenly pacifists: they could tear shit up when they wanted. And besides, with the recent winter freeze I went through, there’s no way I want to live in a wigwam.
• I’ve been hearing for a few weeks that the Bears head coach Lovie Smith is one of the lowest paid NFL head coaches in the league, if not the lowest-paid. Must be RACISM! Or it might be that he’s employed by a bunch of Jews. Here’s how I see it: Lovie, you seem to be doing the right thing. Just keep your mouth shut and coach. Take the million-and-change and win another divisional title. Then when your contract ends go out there and get paid like a mo’ fo’. You’re a coach, not a player. You don’t have to worry about tearing an ACL on the field. You have a good team in a shitty division. Build up your worth and laugh in the face of Bears’ management when they try to low-ball you with no leverage at this time next year. I’ve heard from media reports that you like it in Chicago. If that’s the case, then you’ll have to live with the fact that you work for a bunch of tightwads. Believe me, I feel your pain. Well, maybe not so much since I don’t make seven figures, but I’m not here to do the class envy thing. You’re worth more than what you’re getting paid. You have to decide if getting shafted in the pocketbook is worth staying. For me it wouldn’t be, but you know much more about your situation than I do.
• So yesterday was Ash Wednesday, and even though I’m a confirmed Lutheran I still have to do the no-meat shit since the better half is as Catholic as youth sodomy. Of course, while beginning my meatless meal, she yells because I’m having double-noodle soup.
Her: “What’s that?”
Me: “Double Noodle Soup. You know, the kind you don’t eat anymore and I have to finish off.”
Her: “OMG IT HAS CHICKEN IN IT~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Me: “It says ‘double noodle.”
Her: “IT HAS CHICKEN BROTH~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Me: “Well then I guess I’m going to hell.”
Chicken broth? You have to fill an empty Campbell’s can up with water to cook this shit. Even sausage factories allow a certain amount of rat poop into their product. I’m sure God has some quality-control exemptions. If not, then oh well. I’m actually hoping that I get past the Pearly Gates thanks to some package deal I’m hoping Mrs. kkk gets for all the religious shit she does.
1 p.m.
• I don't know why I thought of this just now, but those mobile phone ads featuring Dwyane Wade and Charles Barkley make me laugh, especially the one where the blonde chick thinks Chuck is Wade's dad.
8:30 a.m.
• Uh-oh. O.J. Simpson has to give up some of his loot to the Goldman family.
I hope this doesn't make him mad enough to kill. Allegedly, of course.
8:15 a.m.
• So I went into the Sports folder and read something that shook me to my very core. TOM BRADY HAD SEX OUTSIDE OF MARRIAGE?!
I can't believe it. I don't want to believe it. I thought he was saving himself for Mrs. Right, or better yet, me. Oh well, maybe he could start up a club with Matt Leinart or something.
• Uh, OMG Culture of Corruption and all that shit.
8 p.m.
• I almost forgot. On the drive home from work today through pseudo-hippieville, I came across a bumper sticker that got a laugh out of me. "Frodo failed -- Bush got the Ring!"
7:30 p.m.
• In response to the comments going on from yesterday’s entry, here’s some advice to SFAJack: Just accept it the blue towels. The sooner you do, the better off you'll be. Don’t try to figure out the female species. It ain’t worth it. Believe me, I know what you’re going through. My life is filled with similar eye-rolling moments. The trick is to be selective in what you want to piss her off with. Take this afternoon while we were driving to the grocery store. Remember that March 10 wedding we’re going to? Here’s what she said during our drive.
Her: “It’s only one more week before we’re going to Ohio.”
Me: “What are you talking about.“
Her: “Only one more Saturday to go.”
Me: “Huh?”
Her: “What.”
Me: “We got more than two weeks to before the wedding.”
Her: “No we don’t.”
Me: “You’re insane.”
Her: “Well, this week’s almost over…”
Me: “IT’S TUESDAY!”
Her: “Yes, and just one more week.”
Me: “But that wedding is on the SATURDAY of the following week after your ‘one more week.’”
Her: “Nevermind. You don’t understand.”
Me: “You’re right. I don’t understand. There are EIGHTEEN DAYS BEFORE MARCH 10. How do you get one week from that?”
Her: “I hate you. I really hate you.”
Me: “Shut up ho.”
3 p.m.
• Wow. There's a 5-4 ruling on the Supreme Court, but check out who sided where.
7:30 a.m.
• Damn you George W. Bush. If these gas prices weren't so damn high, then maybe these people could afford their crack, thus not having to drive off, resulting in cutting the poor dealer in half. A dealer who was just trying to make ends meet in this economy. I wonder if you can sue a tax cut?
6:45 p.m.
• Mike Awesome died?
Well, that’s not awesome news.
Wait, he hanged himself? Fuck him then.
He was a realtor? Oh come on, there are worse things to be in life. I'm sure there are number of other "retired" wrestlers doing much worse.
• So the better half and I got into a bit of a disagreement over Sunday’s shopping at the nearby “Bed Bath & Beyond.” No, we weren’t arguing about soap dishes or any of that other shit. Long story short: We’re going to Ohio for a wedding in March, and we decided to do the wedding registry shopping thing. Now I’m the first person to admit I’m an asshole and there are quite a few screws loose in my view of the world. However, even though I’m an asshole, I’m a loyal asshole. I wanted to get several mid-priced items that they could use, even if they moved away. Mrs. kkk wanted to get a big gift. I said we should go with my route for several reasons. The primary one was that, unlike the kkk household, this couple hasn’t lived in sin all that long, if at all. They would need more household items. Mrs. kkk then bitched about how they wouldn’t think we bought them much. I had to laugh and remind her that she make a fucking inventory of what everyone bought for us at our wedding. I think these two college graduates would take note that we purchased five items ranging in price from $15-25. When it was all said and done, we spent $110 on a cookbook holder thing, a cutting board thing, a spice rack, a shower curtain and an electric can opener. At least the spice rack was on sale.
This of course brought back memories of my wedding gifts and how we got Jewed to the point I was considering changing my name to kkk-stein. Here’s a lesson, people. You may not like gift registries. I understand. You may not think the gifts you’d be getting won’t be personal. After all, a wedding registry is like an adult’s What-I-Want-From-Santa list. If that’s the case, then either give money or a gift card to a major department store. DON’T BUY SOMETHING A COUPLE DOESN’T NEED. Don’t think getting a “picnic set” complete with four plastic glasses and a pitcher that holds less water than its accompanying glasses is a good idea. Also, don’t be a goddamn Jew. Let me give a real-life example involving one of our TSM brethren.
For my wedding, Swift Terror got us a towel set. You know, the big towels you dry yourself off with, the medium-sized ones I never use, and the little wash rags. That’s good. Want to know what’s bad? On of the better half’s relatives WHO JUST BOUGHT ONE FUCKING TOWEL. Although Swift Terror actually paid attention to our registry, I still need to kick his ass because those were the towels that prompted the better half to paint our first-floor bathroom from a perfectly acceptable light blue motif to one that’s shit brown. (If you look through the door's crack, you can see said towels.)
And why did she decided to paint the WHOLE BATHROOM? So the walls would MATCH THE COLOR OF THOSE TOWELS that are for decoration only. Oh, and she wanted to have these stencils up.
Now I don't personally blame Swift Terror for this defiling because I knew the better half wanted to do this. He just provided the ammo. After all, once you get a nice set of towels, you just HAVE to repaint a whole room before hanging them up, right?
So take it from kkk. If you don’t want to buy a decent wedding gift, then don’t go to the wedding. And if you got me calling you a Jew, you know you got problems.
-In good new, it quit snowing over here, and it's warming up some. It's supposed to be somewhere in the 50's later on this week, which puts a smile on my face.
-Ghostrider is the top movie in the box office. I remember seeing the trailer for it when I saw Borat, and for the first time in my life, I found myself hoping a Tyler Perry movie would do better.
Oh well, at least The Abandoned is in theatres Friday.
-Here's Libertarian Stan Jones being a paranoid doof. Read the Youtube comments, because they are a riot. Oh, and LOL Communism.
-It seems like Mick Romney, who's a Republican presidential candidate, is getting heckled because he's Mormon. Look folks, if you are going to heckle someone, make it be because of their Political background instead of their religious one. I'm no Bible Thumper myself, but I have no problem with someone if they have any sort of religion (except Scientology), and when you do shit like this, you just look like a jackass.
Now for the final region/division in the tournament, the A.L. East. The East features just two World Champions but is loaded with great teams who came up just short of winning their division. During the 80's seven of the nine normal pennant chases in the division were decided by three games or less. Of course given how this tournament has gone the '86 Indians will probably win the region as they get in as the only Indians team of the decade to have a winning record.
#1
1984 Detroit Tigers (104-58, defeated San Diego 4-1 in World Series)
OPS+: 114 (1st)
ERA+: 112 (1st)
DefEff: .713 (3rd)
Best Player: Alan Trammell
Best Pitcher: Willie Hernandez
#2
1983 Baltimore Orioles (98-64, defeated Philadelphia 4-1 in World Series)
OPS+: 111 (2nd)
ERA+: 108 (3rd)
DefEff: .705 (5th)
Best Player: Cal Ripken
Best Pitcher: Scott McGregor
#3
1986 Boston Red Sox (95-66, lost to New York 4-3 in World Series)
OPS+: 107 (t-3rd)
ERA+: 106 (5th)
DefEff: .686 (12th)
Best Player: Wade Boggs
Best Pitcher: Roger Clemens
#4
1982 Milwaukee Brewers (95-67, lost to St. Louis 4-3 in World Series)
OPS+: 121 (1st)
ERA+: 95 (11th)
DefEff: .702 (9th)
Best Player: Robin Yount
Best Pitcher: Pete Vukovich
#5
1981 New York Yankees (59-48, lost to Los Angeles 4-2 in World Series)
OPS+: 107 (t-3rd)
ERA+: 124 (1st)
DefEff: .721 (3rd)
Best Player: Dave Winfield
Best Pitcher: Goose Gossage
#6
1980 New York Yankees (103-59, lost to Kansas City 3-0 in ALCS)
OPS+: 112 (1st)
ERA+: 109 (t-2nd)
DefEff: .699 (t-6th)
Best Player: Reggie Jackson
Best Pitcher: Tommy John
#7
1985 Toronto Blue Jays (99-62, lost to Kansas City 4-3 in ALCS)
OPS+: 104 (t-4th)
ERA+: 128 (1st)
DefEff: .724 (1st)
Best Player: Jesse Barfield
Best Pitcher: Dave Stieb
#8
1987 Detroit Tigers (98-64, lost to Minnesota 4-1 in ALCS)
OPS+: 114 (1st)
ERA+: 106 (4th)
DefEff: .705 (3rd)
Best Player: Alan Trammell
Best Pitcher: Jack Morris
#9
1988 Boston Red Sox (89-73, lost to Oakland 4-0 in ALCS)
OPS+: 114 (1st)
ERA+: 104 (t-4th)
DefEff: .693 (t-12th)
Best Player: Wade Boggs
Best Pitcher: Roger Clemens
#10
1989 Toronto Blue Jays (89-73, lost to Oakland 4-1 in ALCS)
OPS+: 105 (2nd)
ERA+: 105 (5th)
DefEff: .704 (t-5th)
Best Player: Fred McGriff
Best Pitcher: Tom Henke
#11
1980 Baltimore Orioles (100-62, finished 3 games behind New York)
OPS+: 107 (t-4th)
ERA+: 109 (t-2nd)
DefEFf: .709 (2nd)
Best Player: Al Bumbry
Best Pitcher: Steve Stone
#12
1985 New York Yankees (97-64, finished 2 games behind Toronto)
OPS+: 112 (1st)
ERA+: 109 (3rd)
DefEff: .710 (t-4th)
Best Player: Rickey Henderson
Best Pitcher: Ron Guidry
#13
1987 Toronto Blue Jays (96-66, finished 2 games behind Detroit)
OPS+: 104 (t-3rd)
ERA+: 121 (1st)
DefEff: .712 (2nd)
Best Player: George Bell
Best Pitcher: Jimmy Key
#14
1982 Baltimore Orioles (94-68, finished 1 game behind Milwaukee)
OPS+: 108 (4th)
ERA+: 101 (7th)
DefEff: .719 (2nd)
Best Player: Eddie Murray
Best Pitcher: Jim Palmer
#15
1981 Milwaukee Brewers (62-47, lost to New York 3-2 in ALDS)
OPS+: 107 (t-3rd)
ERA+: 88 (14th)
DefEff: .705 (10th)
Best Player: Cecil Cooper
Best Pitcher: Rollie Fingers
#16
1986 Cleveland Indians (84-78, finished 11 ½ games behind Boston)
OPS+: 109 (2nd)
ERA+: 90 (t-12th)
DefEff: .695 (10th)
Best Player: Joe Carter
Best Pitcher: Tom Candiotti
A.L. East 1st Round Match-ups
'86 Indians vs. '84 Tigers
'88 Red Sox vs. '87 Tigers
'87 Blue Jays vs. '82 Brewers
'85 Yankees vs. '81 Yankees
'80 Orioles vs. '80 Yankees
'82 Orioles vs. '86 Red Sox
'89 Blue Jays vs. '85 Blue Jays
'81 Brewers vs. '83 Orioles
11:30 p.m.
• I feel safer already.
• Boy, we folks from the Keystone State are sure getting our tax money's worth. And Fast Eddie wants to raise them even more.
Figures this took place in eastern PA -- this week's snowfall wasn't that bad here. The salt trucks did what they could, but it's not like you can go out and instanly melt away the snow and ice right as it's coming down from the sky. Then again, this whole clusterfuck was pretty damn funny.
• DEVELOPING~!!!
And why exactly am I supposed to care about this?
• Damn, a $2.6 lottery payday only amounted to an $871,000 lump sum after taxes and all that stuff. I can't wait until these people claim bankruptcy.
If I ever won the lottery, I don't know if I'd go with the lump sum or the spread-it-out-over-30-year thing. It would probably depend on how much I'd be getting back. If I won some uber-large jackpot -- you know, those $100+ million Powerballs, I'd probably go with the 30-year deal. Not only would I get more money, but also getting seven figures over multiple years would be a good way to avoid the "lottery curse." If the amount was smaller, say, $2.6 million, I don't know what I'd do -- I'd have to see the 30-year payout. If it's not much more than the $870k, I might have taken the lump sum as well. Then again, I don't play the lottery so it's all a moot point.
Alrighty, here's the post about the CCW show I did the next day after the 1/26 BAW show. Its up late, I know, I know, I really know and I'm sure you guys are bored about hearing about it but I'm gonna post about it anyways. So to bad for you. Though I think I'm gonna try and keep it short.
(The events take place on 1/27.)
So I flew back from Portland to Sacramento Saturday morning, I drove home and of course the first thing I do when I come home..check the internet. I'm surfing my websites and one of the websites I visit on a regular basis is a message board on Nor-Cal indy wrestling and to be honest the posters on that board suck ass. A lot of ass. Not all of the posters on that board, but a good amount of them. The posters are normally fans who think they know all there is to know about wrestling and give everyone attitude about everything and they all seem to like talk a whole lot of shit as well. Espically those who just use a fake un-registered name, which is a good majority of them. Its also my understanding that lackeys from APW post there as well and just talk shit about every other wrestling promotion around the Northern California area....well except APW of course and by APW lackeys, I mean guys who get on their knees and blow Roland Alexander for a living.
Anywho, so I check out this site for results on a GZW, a indy promotion here in CA, show that had a show the same day as the BAW show in Oregon and I was intrested in what happen. I was reading the results and it seemed like a big clusterfuck, then I read something intresting...really intresting. The Reno Boys had stole the GZW heavyweight title. I read it again to make sure I didn't read it wrong...and I didn't. According to the results posted by a guy who helps run GZW, The Reno Boys had taken the Heavyweight title after apprently jumping El Chupacabra (who is GZW champion) and then leaving with the title. Now after reading it, I wasn't sure if it was an angle or if the Reno boys had actually taken the GZW title. Anyways, I really didn't think about it to much because I don't like the sole owner of GZW, so I just put it past me. Anyways after relaxing for a bit, I left my place in Benicia and started making a drive to Newman and Goddamn Newman is a far drive!
For those who don't know, Newman California is off Highway 5 and Highway 5 is about an hour and 20 minutes away from where I live now, in Benicia. Then Newman, is about another half an hour after you get on Highway 5. So that drive was close to 2 hours so yes it was a long freaking drive and I was already tired from the Oregon trip. I made it down there and the first two guys I see were the Badapples, Dede and Adam Badapple. I said hello and the first thing they said to me was "What happen to your eye?". Yes my right eye was STILL pretty damn black. I told them I got kicked in the face at training and they understood. Surprisingly, they were the only ones who asked about it. After talking to them, I went inside and saw one of the owners of CCW and I ended up to him for a little bit.
He asked me about what I thought of the building and what I thought about Newman? I told him the building was good for a wrestling show, nice and big spacious room but Newman is pretty much in the middle of no where, and after I said that, he explained to me what thats pretty much a good thing, and I understood why later that night. When we opened the doors up, the place filled up quickly. We were suppose to start at 7:30 but because there was still people filing into the building, we started about 20 minutes later. Thats how packed this place was. I believe the total number of fans was just somewhere below 300.
Now before I get to the show, remember when I talked about how I read that the GZW title got stolen but I wans't sure if it was true or not. Well I found out, and it happen. Luster the Legend, whose apart of the group walked in wearing the thing. Which gave me a laugh. I'm not going to get into details about it because I don't know who might stumble apon this and would give me heat about it, so I'm going to leave it as the Reno Boys do have the title last time I checked, anyways on to the show.
Sometime before the show started, I found out the number of matches I was going to be Ref'ing for that night. I had two matches, Ryan Drago vs Old School Oliver John. I had met Drago for the first time that night, I heard his name a few times but I never met him or knew anything about it. Old School I had met once back before CCW was in pleasanton right before they move to Newman but that was months ago, so I didn't think he remembered me. Drago vs Old School was a fun match to Ref. Oliver was insanely over with the crowd, while the crowd boo'ed the hell out of Drago. The match went really well for the two, the only problem I saw was with the ropes. CCW uses actual rope for their ring ropes and when someone tries to do a springboard move by using the ropes, the ropes just sorta sink. I think Oldschool tried to do a springboard..I think twice and both times the ropes just sank but the match finished and I didn't screw up on anything, so it was all good.
The second match was El Chupacabra vs Virgil (aka A Pimp Named Virgil). I knew from the start this was going to be a fast paced, hard-hitting match and that both guys were going to run me around the ring to keep up with them and their moves, and I wasn't wrong. It was a face paced, hard-hitting, high flying match and the crowd ate it up. From my understanding it was being said that this match was a early candidate for Match of the year (Nor-cal wise). So I'm very proud I got to be apart of it and that I didn't screw up anything to make the match look bad or antyhing.
After that match, I asked the booker if I was needed anymore and he told me no, so I got changed back into street clothes and got ready to leave shortly. I had to drive from Newman straight to Oakland so I could work the Rocky Horror Picture Show and I had to try and get there by 11:40 so I could set up. Out of 4 lighting people including myself, 2 people couldn't make it to the show. Which ment there was only me and one other person to work the show, which ment I had to get my ass out of Newman and get my hot sexay ass to Oakland. Which unfortunaily had me miss the main event. The main event was Vinnie Massaro vs Rik Luxury for the CCW title and I really wanted to see it but I had to leave. It was 10:00 pm and it's an hour in a half drive from Newman to Oakland so I had to move. Before the match started, I let both Vinnie and Luxury know I had to leave and that I was sorry but I was going to miss their match, they understood so I think they were cool with it and during their match I made my rounds to each of the guys and said my goodbyes to them and left the areana in Newman and hauled ass to Oakland.
It was good to see CCW have a great draw and I really missed working with them. I was afraid to make the drive to Newman due to my car being a 1990 Mercury Topaz, meaning...well its a piece of crap car but its a piece of crap car that is built like a tank and is still realibe but I was paranoid to make that drive down to Newman, so I missed a few months of CCW shows, which I regret missing so it was diffently good to work with them again, good atmosphere and good people.
Anyways, so that's where I'll leave you for now. Next I'll update you guys on my training and let you know how its going. It might be a few days because at the moment i'm moving to another city in CA, but I'll post the training update soon. Thank you for being patiant and I hope you guys are enjoying my stories so far.
I laughed my ass off watching this movie last night.
It's gotten horrible reviews, and didn't do so well at the box office, regardless of all of that, I throughly enjoyed this movie last night.
Dane Cook is hilarious, a comediac genious. Jessica Simpson is absolutely gorgeous, and plays her part fairly well. Andy Dick is awesome as the legally overly blind co-worker / weird and estranged friend, and Dax Shepherd plays his crazy cashier role to a tee.
Most won't like this flim, however, if you want a good laugh, watch this movie.
The biggest shock of the tournament so far...a #1 seed advances! Unfortunately it had to be the '88 Dodgers. We had our first sweep of the tournament as the '80 Astros made easy work of the '82 Braves. The '89 Giants nearly blew a 3-0 series lead but pull it out in seven over the '89 Padres. Plenty of upsets as usual as the #12, #13, and #15 seeds all advanced.
(1) 1988 Los Angeles Dodgers def. (16) 1982 Los Angeles Dodgers 4-3
Game 1: '88 Dodgers 4, '82 Dodgers 2
Game 2: '82 Dodgers 3, '88 Dodgers 0
Game 3: '88 Dodgers 7, '82 Dodgers 4
Game 4: '88 Dodgers 4, '82 Dodgers 1
Game 5: '82 Dodgers 4, '88 Dodgers 1
Game 6: '82 Dodgers 3, '88 Dodgers 1
Game 7: '88 Dodgers 10, '82 Dodgers 0
Orel Hershiser: 3-0, 1.13 ERA
(9) 1987 San Francisco Giants def. (8) 1983 Los Angeles Dodgers 4-1
Game 1: Giants 5, Dodgers 0
Game 2: Giants 3, Dodgers 1
Game 3: Giants 9, Dodgers 1
Game 4: Dodgers 10, Giants 8 12 innings
Game 5: Giants 8, Dodgers 2
Candy Maldonado (SF): 9-21, 2 3B, 2 HR, 7 RBI
(13) 1985 Cincinnati Reds def. (4) 1984 San Diego Padres 4-1
Game 1: Reds 6, Padres 3
Game 2: Reds 4, Padres 3 10 innings
Game 3: Padres 5, Reds 1
Game 4: Reds 3, Padres 1
Game 5: Reds 4, Padres 0
Tom Browning: 2-0, 1.20 ERA
(12) 1980 Los Angeles Dodgers def. (5) 1986 Houston Astros 4-2
Game 1: Astros 6, Dodgers 0
Game 2: Dodgers 7, Astros 1
Game 3: Astros 4, Dodgers 2
Game 4: Dodgers 3, Astros 2
Game 5: Dodgers 4, Astros 2
Game 6: Dodgers 11, Astros 3
Steve Garvey: 11-24, 3 2B
(6) 1985 Los Angeles Dodgers def. (11) 1981 Cincinnati Reds 4-1
Game 1: Dodgers 4, Reds 2
Game 2: Dodgers 5, Reds 4
Game 3: Dodgers 9, Reds 8 11 innings
Game 4: Reds 5, Dodgers 0
Game 5: Dodgers 9, Reds 0
Bill Madlock: 9-21, 5 RBI
(3) 1989 San Francisco Giants def. (14) 1989 San Diego Padres 4-3
Game 1: Giants 5, Padres 1
Game 2: Giants 3, Padres 0
Game 3: Giants 11, Padres 3
Game 4: Padres 7, Giants 2
Game 5: Padres 6, Giants 2
Game 6: Padres 5, Giants 2
Game 7: Giants 8, Padres 0
Rick Reuschel: One-hitter in Game 2
(7) 1980 Houston Astros def. (10) 1982 Atlanta Braves 4-0
Game 1: Astros 6, Braves 3
Game 2: Astros 3, Braves 2 16 innings
Game 3: Astros 12, Braves 6
Game 4: Astros 2, Braves 0
Joe Morgan: 3 HR, 5 RBI
(15) 1983 Atlanta Braves def. (2) 1981 Los Angeles Dodgers 4-3
Game 1: Dodgers 4, Braves 3
Game 2: Braves 8, Dodgers 7
Game 3: Braves 5, Dodgers 1
Game 4: Dodgers 6, Braves 5 10 innings
Game 5: Braves 3, Dodgers 0
Game 6: Dodgers 7, Braves 2
Game 7: Braves 6, Dodgers 1
Bruce Benedict: 15-25 (.625)
N.L. West Quarterfinal Match-ups
(9) '87 Giants vs. (1) '88 Dodgers
(13) '85 Reds vs. (12) '80 Dodgers
(6) '85 Dodgers vs. (3) '89 Giants
(15) '83 Braves vs. (7) '80 Astros
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VIDEO GAMES, SELECTED AT RANDOM
Jak II
(PS2 - 2003)
Sometimes, video game critics get too wrapped up in what a game is supposed to be and forget exactly what it is. You know the games, the ones that are endorsed by a seemingly endless line of critics - the games that you pick and play a couple of times and wonder "am I playing the same games as these guys?" Black & White is my personal favorite of this type of game; critics just couldn't shut up about it, despite the fact that there were plenty of people who couldn't even get past the interface of moving around in the game. What was the point? Why?
To a certain extent, Jak II falls under this category. On the surface, it seems like the series takes a substantial leap, taking the plotline into a darker direction, and incorporating all sorts of new gameplay elements, including guns, vehicles, and a gigantic cityscape with citizens and police officers that adapt to your every move. With such ambition on display here, perhaps a lot of critics are willing to excuse substandard execution, but I'm not so forgiving.
The game design here is a ten car pileup on the interstate, a handful of muddled ideas that manage to screw up each other. The wonderful platform gameplay of the first game is virtually muted, as the level design tries and miserably fails to accommodate all of these new tricks and treats under one circus tent. And the tricks themselves are lacking too; the gunplay would be considered a joke at best, especially if you played the game that challenged Naughty Dog to up the gameplay ante (Ratchet & Clank). The vehicle control for the hovercars - hovercars that are virtually the only way to navigate around the spacious Haven City, I might add - is embarrassingly bad, ricocheting you between buildings and other hovercars as though you were strapped to an Acme rocket by a rubber band. The Crimzon Guard, which plays the role of the police in Haven City, patrols the streets looking for Jak with MGS-style vision cones that you can see on your radar, but they're apparently just for show, as I steered our faithful hero in front of more than one Crimzon Guardsman. The inclusion of the police is, in itself, quite puzzling; can you ever imagine Rockstar attempting to place 3D platformer elements into Grand Theft Auto?
Some may applaud the darker direction that the storyline has taken, but the contrast between the whimsical comedy of the first game is just too much to swallow. Part of that may be due to the ineptitude of the writers, who warp Jak & Daxter from high-fiving and break dancing heroes into battle-hardened warriors that toss out flaccid one-liners like "Kill Metal Heads? Get Toys? Sounds good to me" without much of a build-up. Sure, the original game isn't exactly Hamlet and there are some traces of the previous game's humor sprinkled throughout, but the plotline induces groans at every turn and reaches far too desperately in its attempt to paint an epic revolution against tyranny.
There are a few positives - the graphics throughout the game are still impressive, even if the darker tone puts a damper on a lot of the aesthetic surroundings. The environments have flourishes of personality in them, with walls that crumble as Jak nears them and videoscreen advertisements that wouldn't seem out of place in Blade Runner. Character design is a plus, as Jak gets updated with a cool goatee and turns into a visually impressive "alter-ego" during the use of Dark Eco powers.
Overall, it just seems like Naughty Dog lost their way with this one. The transplant of Jak and Daxter's cartoony platform action just doesn't mix well with the darker direction the series has taken, and the entire game suffers for it. Other reviewers may disagree, but it is my opinion that Jak II is an unbelievable disappointment; it's not without redeeming elements, but it's certainly a title that demands a rental, especially if you're not real keen on integrating action gameplay into your platformer.
**1/2
10:15 p.m.
• Well, I just heard the news. My last living grandparent just passed away – grandma on the old man’s side. She was in her 90s, so it’s not like life cheated her out of anything; when it came to cashing Social Security checks, she definitely came out ahead. She raised six kids during the Depression; two of them who have died before her. The last time I saw her (Christmas Eve), she was bed-ridden and unable to talk, so it was only a matter of time. There are several variations of old people. You have the constantly miserable type, and then there are those who crack you up, no matter how wrong or off base they are. My grandma was definitely the latter. Growing up she would always speak her mind, usually resulting in family DRAMA, or hilarity. For example, my one half-brother lived at her old house in the attic and she HATED him. During on of the 1980s playoff games between the Browns and Broncos, my half-brother was going to take a bath and grandma said to him, “Get out of here you freeloading bastard.” This of course prompted my old man to get up and start screaming “CRAZY HOUSE! CRAZY HOUSE! WE LIVE IN A … CRAZY HOUSE!!! CRAZY HOUSE!!!” He then smacked the wall a few times, ran around the room and went into a nearby room. While most people might freak out upon witnessing this display of unadulterated rage, as a kid I found the whole thing funny as hell. Heck, I'm an adult and still laugh at this dysfunction. And grandma sure was a racist. I can’t count the number of times she referred to said half-brother’s longtime girlfriend as a “mixed breed.” Those were the days. She would also smack me with a fly swatter, but it was all out of love. She got moved into a home sometime in the early ‘90s, against her will, and stuck around ever since. I remember her bitching about this for years until she got too senile to remember where she was. At least she’ll have a legacy of what a brilliant “baby” grandson she helped nurture during his formative years and turned into the fine, upstanding gentleman he is today.
Uh, on second thought…
9:30 p.m.
• How about worrying about the Mexicans crossing your border before saying stupid shit like this? Christ, and I thought Richardson had half-a-brain after becoming governor of New Mexico.
"Recent successes"? Yeah, it'll be a "success" until we catch them fiddling with nuke stuff ... again.
9:15 p.m.
• The hell?
Have I mentioned lately how much Whoria Alldread needs to die -- and die soon?
• I'm not even going to bother posting parts of this retarded story. The headline says it all: Lying to Doctor Can Mean Health Risks
Well no fucking shit. And this article is more than 900 words! Do we really need to be told how lying to your doctor might not be in your best interest. Hell, if you're going to fib about your health, then why are you at the doctor's office in the first place? Well, you could be trying to get drugs, but aside from that.
• The U. of Ill. should name their next mascot "Chief Dickless." Wait, that's offense to Indians who had mishaps with a large piece of machinery.
7:30 p.m.
• Well, that chick lost after not being able to rap a nursery rhyme. Ha. Next week's show has these crackas going to Detroit to do battle raps, or whatever the hell those kids did in that "8 Mile" movie. That might actually be worth watching. Then again, knowing one of these people is going to win a lot of money has me depressed. I've got Derelicts of Dialect on now. Weird.
4:15 p.m.
• LOL -- so I just watched another episode of that White Rapper show, and it had the fat chick having to go to the emergency room after flopping at the THUG OBSTACLE COURSE. Oh she better not win this contest. Oh this is so awful.
