I enjoy sports and sports related events.

So on Saturday I watched the first 16 or so picks of the NFL Draft, attended the Husky Football spring game, watched Ocean's 12 with Makaela (got to put in the time folks), and capped my night with the Seattle Supersonics first playoff game in a couple years. Here's the breakdown.

I woke up at about 7:30am and played a quick game of NCAA 2005 to set things off. I want to thank Tennessee for being good sports, but they were no match for the mighty Razorbacks in the SEC title tilt. I hit Nick's at about 9am, walking in to the welcoming sight of a hungover Sunny Wu sleeping on the couch. The night before, Steve and Sunny were involved in a late night syrup battle, which left the floor sticky. Steve passed out on his bed, forgetting to take off his syrupy clothes. Nick wasn't happy with this and allowed the syrup incident to cast a negative pall on his morning. He was really edgy all day come to think of it, but he explained later that Wu does that to him.

The Draft was pretty blah - Pac Man Jones winning the funniest looking player award according to me. Left before the Hawks picked.

I missed the first quarter of the spring game. Upsetting? Well, not really because the final score for the damn game was Purple 3 - Gold 0. As Arensberg said, "Our defense looks great." (Add Arensberg sarcasm.) Quickly, Stanbeck is the best QB followed by Bonnell. DuRocher might be good but I can't tell yet. Paus sucks. I root for Casey but he just ain't got it. Shelton Sampson had the best day of the running backs. OC Lappano hinted at moving him to receiver to offset our lack of speed at that position, especially considering how good Kenny James and Lou Rankin are. I've sent an email to Jim Davies inquiring as to the reasons for Rankin being so stankin'....no response yet. Every time he carried the ball Arensberg held his nose. That works for me. To complete the Arensberg trifecta, after the game he got my attention, "Hey, check out Casey and his entourage." I turned to see Casey Paus standing all alone with no one talking to him. Still I think he's a class act. Just a shame.
Players to watch:
Sampson
Stanbeck
Rankin
CJ Wallace
Mesphin Forrester
Greyson Gunnnnz
One more thing, Arensberg and I decided to call the d-line the G-Unit. The downside to that is that there is only one player with a G in his name. Solution? Replace the first letter of everyone's name with G. Gordon White-Frisbee, Ganase Hopoi, Gan Milsten, Grandon Ala, Gasper Henry, Gerik Lobos. You got the idea about four names ago. Anyway, voila: G-Unit. Fear it.

Supes dominated early and then hung on in a very lackluster second half. In the house at Kowalski's for that: Westberg, Colwell, Nick, Me, Steve, Loren. With guest appearances by: Kris Krustangel and Josh Robinson (featuring Josh's friend John [I think]). Now I'm going home from work. Maybe I'll add the funny later to this post....but probably not. PEACE

Reader email

In this post I will answer reader email. Email is singular because I have received one of them.

Reader Andrew from Switzerland writes:

i am bored, update your weblog so i can take more
cheap shots at you and your pedantic writing style.
please? (sic)

Apparently the reader did not count on me having access to www.dictionary.com. I gather he was being sarcastic as:

pedantic - adj.
Characterized by a narrow, often ostentatious concern for book learning and formal rules: a pedantic attention to details.

I get it brah. I write poorly according the fucking man.


Quick Hits:

In the year 2020, the black man that realized that "Bacardi" rhymes with "party" will be given a BET Lifetime Achievement Award, along with Jive recording artist Mario. Thanks for the memories fellas.

I have undertaken the grand task of reading every US president's biography. Update: 20 pages in - George Washington appears to be a man of contrasts. THE CHERRY TREE STORY WAS MADE UP PEOPLE!!!! IS THERE NOTHING TO BELIEVE IN??????

My Moms just bought a Prius. Your Mom gets wack mpg.

Hitchcock and I played our first round of golf of the year at the historic Green Lake Par 3. We finished up tied posting scores in the high 30s. Ouch. Those will come down though. I hit my first shot across the street by those dirt soccer fields. Embarrassing. Conditions were soggy. Steve lost his socks due to saturation in between the third and fourth holes. Now I will say something I say every year: "This year I will make the Green Lake Open!!!!!" Serious, I really think this is the year.

Two groups in front of us last Sunday at Green Lake were both Colwells, CoJo, and City. Steve doesn't like City, but he's "over that thing with my sister". Sure man, sure.

I'm going to the Husky Spring Game tomorrow. It should be pretty good. I'll post again this weekend with a report. Beef, I'm excited to see your boy Johnny Kirton. He's up to 280lbs (not a typo) and getting reps at both tailback and fullback.

I downloaded that "Pirates of Dance" song Charles suggested in the comments section of my last post. That's the best song I've ever heard. It's by DJ BOBO. Everyone cop it now.

More this weekend.

Mitch Hedburg

I'm hoping this is an April Fools joke but this shiat starting breaking on the 31st of March. This guy was crazy. I read some post today on fark saying that lately his drink of choice had been OJ and liquid morphine. That, my friends, will phuck you up. (I'm sure that's a lie but what if.) If you look on Pitchforkmedia you can find a review of his infamous show in Phoenix. Apparently Mitch had an on again off again relationship with the horse. Drugs are bad people. Here's a link to a site with people sharing their stories of how erratic his recent performances have been.

http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/03/31/133404.php

Also, here is my favorite joke of his:

"My apartment is infested with koala bears. It's the cutest infestation ever. Way better than cockroaches. When I turn on the light, a bunch of koala bears scatter, but I don't want them too. I'm like, "Hey... Hold on fellows... Let me hold one of you, and feed you a leaf." Koala bears are so cute, why do they have to be so far away from me. We need to ship a few over, so I can hold one, and pat it on its head."

RIP