Saturday, December 22, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Almost went to the hospital
We had health scare on Monday. Yours truly almost died. Ok, that was a little dramatic, but for what seemed like a lifetime [3hours], I was sure I was a goner. Ill start from the beginning.
Sunday
I was at my parents house. I usually try to go home every weekend and spend time. All my brothers have moved out, so its just them in our house in Garland. I feel like the older I get the closer we should be, so going home every weekend is my way of staying in the loop. Anyhow, I dont know if it was the subway I ate for lunch or the yam & eggs [Nigerian special], I greedily ate after not being satisfied with the subway, but I had a major case of the mud butt! (please click the hyperlink if this term is unfamiliar to you) Anyway, I was taking all kinds of medicine to make it go away but it just didn't happen. I was in agony. I eventually found my way off the toilet seat and just passed out on the couch. I just felt like shit. Muscles aching, head was pounding, stomach was rumbling. Classic flu -like symptoms. It was awful. It was so bad I couldn't even leave my parents house. I spent the night there and got up at 5:30am , so i could quickly drive home and get ready for work.
Yes i had to work: I ran out of sick days :(
Monday
Monday was probably the most miserable day ive ever had at work. I just never felt good the whole day. Add the fact that my management team is stressing everyone out because of mismanaged initiatives that have come back to bite us in the ass at year end, this made things even worse. I wont even get into the story of how I had my last sick day taken from me, but as payback I made sure that i coughed in the faces of those responsible for that debacle as much as a could. [evil i know, but hey, what goes around comes around]. Anyway, Ive been working on some small investment deals with some people I know, & I had to meet one my partners after work. Driving there, i could tell i was taking a turn for the worst, but I just wanted to get the meeting over with, as this person is really hard to get ahold of. Just my luck : I get to my partners office and hes running late. I guess I waited around for him for about 40 minutes when it started. I noticed that I kept getting this feeling of being extremely cold. Freezing cold. I figured that it was the building I was in, but when i looked around every body seem comfortable with the temperature in the office. It was me. Before I knew it, I started to shiver. I was so cold. I walked around trying to warm myself up, but it didn't work. I even looked for coffee, which I hate, but i needed something to keep warm. When I found out that the coffee maker was broken, the shiver I had, graduated to a full blown shake. It was uncontrollable. I was just sitting in this mans shaking like a junkie looking for his next fix. Like a crack head fresh out of "rocks". I would take deep breaths to try to control it, but every time I was able to slow it down, the shakes came back, at a machine gun pace. After 20 minutes of tryin to make it stop, I decided to leave. I didnt want this man, who i was trying to do business with, to find me in his office shaking like a heroin addict or something. So I shook my ass all the way to my car. I knew I was in trouble, because putting the key in the ignition was so hard to do. It was at that point that I called my mother. Man, I am a true mamas boy. When I called her, I told her "something is wrong". My mother is a nurse, so she started asking me questions about what was going on with me. I could feel her concern grow with every stuttering answer I gave. [I was shaking so bad, I couldnt talk straight] I don't know if it was the meds or what, but hearing my mother being concerned like that made me burst into tears. Try to picture this if you can, Im sitting in my truck shaking wildy, crying, & stuttering on the phone trying to explain to my mother what was happening to me. It was the worst. I had no control of my body whatsoever. Ive never experienced anything like this in my life. I kept asking my self, "Am I about to have a seizure?" My mother suggested that I try to drive to the hospital, but in my current state, I wasn't really sure that I could make it. I wasn't too far from my house, so I decided to see if i could drive home. This was the longest 10 minute drive of my life. I just couldn't stop shaking. I would get to red lights and I could feel the eyes of people in the lanes next to me, looking at me and wondering what was going on. Yes, it was that bad. I finally made it home and made a b-line to my bed and buried myself in blankets. I guess my parents made a panicked phone call to my brother, because he got to the house not long after I did. He ran upstairs to check on me and by then the shaking had calmed down. He wanted to take me to the emergency room, but I told him he need to go get me some thera flu: I hate hospitals, so i was just gonna ride this out. By the time my parents came to my condo, the shaking had stopped. When i looked at my moms face, I saw that she had been crying & it broke my heart. I hate to make her worry about me, and I guess she was worried to tears. We dont talk about how we feel alot in our family, but on Monday, December 1oth, 2007, I felt loved and important. Im obviously better now, because im back on the blog, but i encourage anyone who is reading this, to tell the people you care about that you love them. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone.
Till next time......
Sunday
I was at my parents house. I usually try to go home every weekend and spend time. All my brothers have moved out, so its just them in our house in Garland. I feel like the older I get the closer we should be, so going home every weekend is my way of staying in the loop. Anyhow, I dont know if it was the subway I ate for lunch or the yam & eggs [Nigerian special], I greedily ate after not being satisfied with the subway, but I had a major case of the mud butt! (please click the hyperlink if this term is unfamiliar to you) Anyway, I was taking all kinds of medicine to make it go away but it just didn't happen. I was in agony. I eventually found my way off the toilet seat and just passed out on the couch. I just felt like shit. Muscles aching, head was pounding, stomach was rumbling. Classic flu -like symptoms. It was awful. It was so bad I couldn't even leave my parents house. I spent the night there and got up at 5:30am , so i could quickly drive home and get ready for work.
Yes i had to work: I ran out of sick days :(
Monday
Monday was probably the most miserable day ive ever had at work. I just never felt good the whole day. Add the fact that my management team is stressing everyone out because of mismanaged initiatives that have come back to bite us in the ass at year end, this made things even worse. I wont even get into the story of how I had my last sick day taken from me, but as payback I made sure that i coughed in the faces of those responsible for that debacle as much as a could. [evil i know, but hey, what goes around comes around]. Anyway, Ive been working on some small investment deals with some people I know, & I had to meet one my partners after work. Driving there, i could tell i was taking a turn for the worst, but I just wanted to get the meeting over with, as this person is really hard to get ahold of. Just my luck : I get to my partners office and hes running late. I guess I waited around for him for about 40 minutes when it started. I noticed that I kept getting this feeling of being extremely cold. Freezing cold. I figured that it was the building I was in, but when i looked around every body seem comfortable with the temperature in the office. It was me. Before I knew it, I started to shiver. I was so cold. I walked around trying to warm myself up, but it didn't work. I even looked for coffee, which I hate, but i needed something to keep warm. When I found out that the coffee maker was broken, the shiver I had, graduated to a full blown shake. It was uncontrollable. I was just sitting in this mans shaking like a junkie looking for his next fix. Like a crack head fresh out of "rocks". I would take deep breaths to try to control it, but every time I was able to slow it down, the shakes came back, at a machine gun pace. After 20 minutes of tryin to make it stop, I decided to leave. I didnt want this man, who i was trying to do business with, to find me in his office shaking like a heroin addict or something. So I shook my ass all the way to my car. I knew I was in trouble, because putting the key in the ignition was so hard to do. It was at that point that I called my mother. Man, I am a true mamas boy. When I called her, I told her "something is wrong". My mother is a nurse, so she started asking me questions about what was going on with me. I could feel her concern grow with every stuttering answer I gave. [I was shaking so bad, I couldnt talk straight] I don't know if it was the meds or what, but hearing my mother being concerned like that made me burst into tears. Try to picture this if you can, Im sitting in my truck shaking wildy, crying, & stuttering on the phone trying to explain to my mother what was happening to me. It was the worst. I had no control of my body whatsoever. Ive never experienced anything like this in my life. I kept asking my self, "Am I about to have a seizure?" My mother suggested that I try to drive to the hospital, but in my current state, I wasn't really sure that I could make it. I wasn't too far from my house, so I decided to see if i could drive home. This was the longest 10 minute drive of my life. I just couldn't stop shaking. I would get to red lights and I could feel the eyes of people in the lanes next to me, looking at me and wondering what was going on. Yes, it was that bad. I finally made it home and made a b-line to my bed and buried myself in blankets. I guess my parents made a panicked phone call to my brother, because he got to the house not long after I did. He ran upstairs to check on me and by then the shaking had calmed down. He wanted to take me to the emergency room, but I told him he need to go get me some thera flu: I hate hospitals, so i was just gonna ride this out. By the time my parents came to my condo, the shaking had stopped. When i looked at my moms face, I saw that she had been crying & it broke my heart. I hate to make her worry about me, and I guess she was worried to tears. We dont talk about how we feel alot in our family, but on Monday, December 1oth, 2007, I felt loved and important. Im obviously better now, because im back on the blog, but i encourage anyone who is reading this, to tell the people you care about that you love them. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone.
Till next time......
Gym Thoughts on a Saturday
Ive been gone for a little while, so I decided to return with a few nuggets of greatness. Ive been going to the gym alot lately. A whole lot. Im starting to see what the effects of binge drinking and wolfing down plates of hot wings can do to ones body and im not liking it one bit. I used to be able to eat anything & just balance it out by working out. These days im finding that you have to work out twice as hard to keep that beer gut from rearing its ugly head. DAMN!! Anyhow here are a few gym observations:
No Shower?!!!
For lunch, instead of stuffing my face with God knows what, (no homo), I started to work out at the gym on site at my place of employment. It feels good to get a nice 45 min workout in during the day and not have to worry about it when you get off. Well, on this particular day, I was surprised to find three of my out of shape co-workers in the gym working out. I thought it was pretty cool and gave them each a high five as I made my way into the locker room to change. So Im in the locker room taking my HGH, and these guys all walk in looking like they just completed the hardest workout in history. These guys were sweatin like cave men. It was pretty gross. Im not gay or anything, but if i ever get so far out of shape that a puddle of sweat can rest on top of my belly [like these guys], youll be reading about me in the obituary, after i kill myself. Anyway, after seeing all this, I looked at my watch and it was only 11:30. I was like damn, you guys came down here at ten thirty to work out? [most people take an hour lunch, so i just assumed they took an early one.] One of my heavyset co-workers informed me that they only take thirty minute lurches. Im sure i gave him the dumb face, because in my mind, I was thinking, "What the hell could they do in thirty minutes that would have these guys sweating like wild beasts? I didn't even have time to think this thought thru before I saw the unthinkable: They were putting their work clothes on without taking showers. WTF!!! I just stood there in stunned silence. Im not sure what shocked me most, the fact that these sweat hogs were "towling" the sweat off to put on deodorant or the fact that they seem completely comfortable with not showering. It was so gross man, I almost threw up out of both ends! It was funny because the other day on the ticket, Donavon [ of BAD radio], was telling listeners how his uncle thinks white people smell like sweaty gym socks....... im guessing he saw many cases of this madness that I witnessed. Not showering after a workout is pretty bad. Not showering after a workout and then going back to work is borderline insanity!!! Where do these people come from???
Ed Hardy
I went to workout at LA Fitness today and I saw a guy working out in an Ed Hardy t-shirt. For those of you who dont know, these t-shirts go anywhere from $60 bucks to $140, depending on how complex the design on the shirt is. I usually dont analyze male gym attire, but this floored me. What was more puzzling was the fact that the sleeves were cut off. Damn. All I could think of was, "What does this guy do for a living". When you can go to the store and buy a $100 "gym shirt" & cut the sleeves off, life must be pretty good.
Gym Weirdness
I may have to start going back to LA Fitness on the regular. Ive been getting weird looks from people at the gym at work. Maybe its me being paranoid, but im sure that people think im on roids or something. I have pretty intense workouts during my lunch. Really intense these days as work has sucked ass lately. So I just take my frustration out on the weights. So after a set of anything fairly heavy, ill look up and see about 3 people turn their heads really quick as if they weren't just staring at me. I feel like im the lunch time entertainment. Im just waiting for someone to say "Here lift this treadmill", or something else crazy. I swear they look at me like im Barry Bonds or something. This is the main reason i stopped working out at work in the first place: too many "suspicious" eyes on me. I do take supplements, mostly protein, but i get scared to let anyone see me take them. I guess im being paranoid......
Till next time.....
No Shower?!!!
For lunch, instead of stuffing my face with God knows what, (no homo), I started to work out at the gym on site at my place of employment. It feels good to get a nice 45 min workout in during the day and not have to worry about it when you get off. Well, on this particular day, I was surprised to find three of my out of shape co-workers in the gym working out. I thought it was pretty cool and gave them each a high five as I made my way into the locker room to change. So Im in the locker room taking my HGH, and these guys all walk in looking like they just completed the hardest workout in history. These guys were sweatin like cave men. It was pretty gross. Im not gay or anything, but if i ever get so far out of shape that a puddle of sweat can rest on top of my belly [like these guys], youll be reading about me in the obituary, after i kill myself. Anyway, after seeing all this, I looked at my watch and it was only 11:30. I was like damn, you guys came down here at ten thirty to work out? [most people take an hour lunch, so i just assumed they took an early one.] One of my heavyset co-workers informed me that they only take thirty minute lurches. Im sure i gave him the dumb face, because in my mind, I was thinking, "What the hell could they do in thirty minutes that would have these guys sweating like wild beasts? I didn't even have time to think this thought thru before I saw the unthinkable: They were putting their work clothes on without taking showers. WTF!!! I just stood there in stunned silence. Im not sure what shocked me most, the fact that these sweat hogs were "towling" the sweat off to put on deodorant or the fact that they seem completely comfortable with not showering. It was so gross man, I almost threw up out of both ends! It was funny because the other day on the ticket, Donavon [ of BAD radio], was telling listeners how his uncle thinks white people smell like sweaty gym socks....... im guessing he saw many cases of this madness that I witnessed. Not showering after a workout is pretty bad. Not showering after a workout and then going back to work is borderline insanity!!! Where do these people come from???
Ed Hardy
I went to workout at LA Fitness today and I saw a guy working out in an Ed Hardy t-shirt. For those of you who dont know, these t-shirts go anywhere from $60 bucks to $140, depending on how complex the design on the shirt is. I usually dont analyze male gym attire, but this floored me. What was more puzzling was the fact that the sleeves were cut off. Damn. All I could think of was, "What does this guy do for a living". When you can go to the store and buy a $100 "gym shirt" & cut the sleeves off, life must be pretty good.
Gym Weirdness
I may have to start going back to LA Fitness on the regular. Ive been getting weird looks from people at the gym at work. Maybe its me being paranoid, but im sure that people think im on roids or something. I have pretty intense workouts during my lunch. Really intense these days as work has sucked ass lately. So I just take my frustration out on the weights. So after a set of anything fairly heavy, ill look up and see about 3 people turn their heads really quick as if they weren't just staring at me. I feel like im the lunch time entertainment. Im just waiting for someone to say "Here lift this treadmill", or something else crazy. I swear they look at me like im Barry Bonds or something. This is the main reason i stopped working out at work in the first place: too many "suspicious" eyes on me. I do take supplements, mostly protein, but i get scared to let anyone see me take them. I guess im being paranoid......
Till next time.....
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Five Giants who deserve a trip to the Pro Bowl
One week from today, the Pro Bowl rosters will be announced and if history is any indication, the Giants will be disappointed. Undoubtedly, at 9-4, they feel they deserve to be well-represented in Hawaii. Chances are they won’t be.
The history of Pro Bowl voting (the fans’ vote ended today, the players and coaches will vote Thursday and Friday) is that it’s based largely on reputation and past performance, though it can be swayed by a team having a dominant season. That means the NFC squad is likely to be overflowing with Cowboys and Packers. And there aren’t many Giants whose past performance or reputation is good enough to swing the vote.
The lone exceptions, of course, are Michael Strahan and Jeremy Shockey, who have perennially been among the voters’ favorites, and both of them have an uphill fight this time around. Strahan, looking for his eighth Pro Bowl, will be hurt by the fact that Osi Umenyiora is a lock to go considering he’s the second leading vote-getter among all NFC defensive players. Shockey, looking for his fifth, will be hurt because he trails Jason Witten and Chris Cooley in receiving stats.
In the end, I think Shockey and Strahan will get there — though I wouldn’t have voted for Shockey, who has been way too inconsistent and has rarely seemed to be on the same page with his quarterback this season. I think they’ll be joined by Umenyiora, but that’s probably it.
And that’s too bad, because I can make a real good argument that five Giants deserve to go:
1. WR Plaxico Burress — I know the numbers, and I know how far down he is in the statistical rankings. But when I factor in that he’s got 62 catches for 900 yards and 10 touchdowns on a sprained ankle that’s now lingered for more than four months and a sore knee that’s bothered him for weeks, I had to include him. He’s also the MVP of the Giants’ offense and has come up with more big plays on the team than anyone else. Without him, how bad would the Giants be?
2. DE Osi Umenyiora — The only lock to go on the Giants, based on the fan voting. His numbers (12 sacks) are wildly inflated by his six-sack game against the Eagles and I would’ve preferred a more consistent performance. But since that Eagles game he has consistently gotten pressure and he is much improved against the run. He and Strahan are the best DE tandem in the league, and I’d vote for them both.
3. DE Michael Strahan — This is not a sentimental pick, it’s based on the fact that after he shook off his holdout rust in the first three games, he’s had nine in the 10 games since…at age 36…less than a year after an awful, mid-foot sprain…while he’s still drawing consistent double teams. He’s also still the best DE in the NFL against the run.
4. G Chris Snee — The way the Giants’ offensive line has played, and the way they’ve powered a rushing attack that has featured a carousel of running backs, it would be a shame if they weren’t represented in Hawaii. Snee is the best of the group — powerful, quick and steady in his performance. He’s been on the brink of the Pro Bowl since he arrived in the NFL and there’s a chance this could be his year.
5. P Jeff Feagles — I’ve made this argument before, but I’ll make it again: He’s better at his job than anyone on the Giants is at their job. He’s the most consistent punter I’ve ever seen and better at pinning teams inside the 20 or taking the return man out of the equation than any punter in NFL history. His leg isn’t the strongest in the league and his stats won’t grab anyone’s attention. But no punter is more valuable.
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The Giants got no help from the Atlanta Falcons last night, so here is the updated playoff picture for them:
The Giants are in the playoffs if they beat (or tie) Washington on Sunday night.
They can also get in with a loss if the Saints lose to (or tie) the Cardinals on Sunday AND the Vikings lose to (or tie) the Bears on Monday night.
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Good news for fans of Big Blue: The Giants have decided against wearing their ugly, red alternate jerseys on Sunday night. They will be wearing their regular blue home uniforms instead.
By Ralph Vacchiano on December 11, 2007 1:36 PM
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Hatton v Mayweather........or at least the part i saw.....
Unless you live in a cave, im sure by now you seen the highlights of the now infamous beat down of Mr. Ricky Hatton. When I saw the highlights last night @ 972 (which by the way was extremely wack ), all I could do was think about how crazy the crowd at winghouse went , when "Pretty Boy" Floyd unleashed that deadly left hook that made Ricky Hatton look like a drunken fool....see it for urself..........
Anyway, my biggest problem with this clip is that this is actually the first time that ive seen this!!! Before I get into that, let me back up and start from the beginning.
I guess Golden Boy Promotions is on top of their game, because this fight was all I could think about all week. I actually contemplated ordering the ppv just to see if the "Great White Hope", could pull off the upset. Given the nights events, I probably should have done this. With most ppv boxing matches, you usually have to endure almost 3 hours of an always underachieving under card. Its inevitable, you just have to sit through it. Especially if you are trying to watch it at the local sports bar, which was the case for me and my boys on Saturday night. The Mayweather fight wasn't supposed to start until about 10 or so, so we figured it would be a good idea to get there around 7, to hopefully avoid the rush. We should have got there sooner. This place was at capacity @ 7:30. I couldn't even park at the restaurant. I had to park across the street at a nearby Sam's Club. There was a list a mile long to get the next available table & you couldn't even get inside the restaurant unless you had a table. FUCK!!! I was so pissed. I couldn't believe that we might have to watch the fight outside like a bunch of homeless bums. Luckily one of my buddies was able to sweet talk a hostess and BOOM.....we are inside. We had to share a table with some random old people but anything was better than watching it outside. I guess I should mention that we were at Winghouse. Ive never been to this place but it was pretty nice. Its like the black hooters. Ass everywhere and the wings were good too. Anyways, after a plate of wings & 2 & half hours of a terrible under card, it was finally time for the Mayweather fight. The atmosphere inside the Winghouse was great. Each fighter had his own cheering section and they each lived and died with every punch. In the first couple rounds, Hatton was the aggressor. He was pretty much throwing Mayweather around the ring like a rag doll. Strangely enough, Mayweather never looked hurt. It was almost as if he [Mayweather], was weathering the storm and waiting for the right time to strike. He eventually did, but I would never get a chance to see it.
You see, around the 4th or 5th round, the restaurant manager made an announcement that someone was getting towed. I'm not sure why I jumped up, but something told me to check my truck and make sure that it wasn't me. My friend , also worried about his car, decided to follow me. After making our way through mass of humanity outside the wing house, I was relieved to find that my "Black Beauty" was safe and sound. My relief quickly turned into panic as I saw that my friends car wasn't so lucky. My friend made a dead sprint towards the tow truck, where he pleaded with the driver to release his car. "Man, don't take my car. Please don't take my car." This guy was a straight up bitch. "Get the fuck away from my truck. Its gonna cost you a 100 bucks to get it back." I couldn't believe my eyes. Its been my experience that if you come outside before they`ve taken your car, you can usually talk the driver out of towing it. This prick wasn't budging. It was at this point that my friend attempted to open the drivers passenger side door. "Get the fuck away from my truck!" And with that, he sped off with my friends crossfire, driving wildly, & hitting speed bumps without slowing down. My boy was pissed!!! We tried to cut the driver off before he got to the street, but he just stepped on the gas and was gone. We saw another tow truck in the distance and ran towards him to get info on where we could pick up my friends car. My friend was so pissed, i thought he was gonna "Ricky Hatton" this dude who had nothing to do with the situation. We got the information and sped off to get my friends car. The whole time we were in the car my friend is screaming expletives. "Im gonna fuck this guy up if i see his bitch ass". In my mind, I was trying to think if i had enough money in my account to bail this guy out of jail ;because i was sure he was gonna commit a felony if we saw this guy again. We finally get to the pound and guess what: We see the guy that took my friends car. AWW SHIT!! My boy screamed " You fuckin bastard!!!".........I revved the engine, and the chase was on! I don't know what got into me, but I had this huge rush of adrenaline . It didn't take long for me to come to my senses, because I asked myself, "What are we gonna do if we catch this guy?- I started slowing down. Then I asked myself, "What if he has a gun? - I turned my black ass around & went back to get my friends car out of the pound. I turned to my friend and suggested that we just get his car before something stupid happens. When we finally got the car back, we found that the tow truck driver had damaged the car. So instead of whopping his ass, maybe we can just get him fired.
Till next time.......
Anyway, my biggest problem with this clip is that this is actually the first time that ive seen this!!! Before I get into that, let me back up and start from the beginning.
I guess Golden Boy Promotions is on top of their game, because this fight was all I could think about all week. I actually contemplated ordering the ppv just to see if the "Great White Hope", could pull off the upset. Given the nights events, I probably should have done this. With most ppv boxing matches, you usually have to endure almost 3 hours of an always underachieving under card. Its inevitable, you just have to sit through it. Especially if you are trying to watch it at the local sports bar, which was the case for me and my boys on Saturday night. The Mayweather fight wasn't supposed to start until about 10 or so, so we figured it would be a good idea to get there around 7, to hopefully avoid the rush. We should have got there sooner. This place was at capacity @ 7:30. I couldn't even park at the restaurant. I had to park across the street at a nearby Sam's Club. There was a list a mile long to get the next available table & you couldn't even get inside the restaurant unless you had a table. FUCK!!! I was so pissed. I couldn't believe that we might have to watch the fight outside like a bunch of homeless bums. Luckily one of my buddies was able to sweet talk a hostess and BOOM.....we are inside. We had to share a table with some random old people but anything was better than watching it outside. I guess I should mention that we were at Winghouse. Ive never been to this place but it was pretty nice. Its like the black hooters. Ass everywhere and the wings were good too. Anyways, after a plate of wings & 2 & half hours of a terrible under card, it was finally time for the Mayweather fight. The atmosphere inside the Winghouse was great. Each fighter had his own cheering section and they each lived and died with every punch. In the first couple rounds, Hatton was the aggressor. He was pretty much throwing Mayweather around the ring like a rag doll. Strangely enough, Mayweather never looked hurt. It was almost as if he [Mayweather], was weathering the storm and waiting for the right time to strike. He eventually did, but I would never get a chance to see it.
You see, around the 4th or 5th round, the restaurant manager made an announcement that someone was getting towed. I'm not sure why I jumped up, but something told me to check my truck and make sure that it wasn't me. My friend , also worried about his car, decided to follow me. After making our way through mass of humanity outside the wing house, I was relieved to find that my "Black Beauty" was safe and sound. My relief quickly turned into panic as I saw that my friends car wasn't so lucky. My friend made a dead sprint towards the tow truck, where he pleaded with the driver to release his car. "Man, don't take my car. Please don't take my car." This guy was a straight up bitch. "Get the fuck away from my truck. Its gonna cost you a 100 bucks to get it back." I couldn't believe my eyes. Its been my experience that if you come outside before they`ve taken your car, you can usually talk the driver out of towing it. This prick wasn't budging. It was at this point that my friend attempted to open the drivers passenger side door. "Get the fuck away from my truck!" And with that, he sped off with my friends crossfire, driving wildly, & hitting speed bumps without slowing down. My boy was pissed!!! We tried to cut the driver off before he got to the street, but he just stepped on the gas and was gone. We saw another tow truck in the distance and ran towards him to get info on where we could pick up my friends car. My friend was so pissed, i thought he was gonna "Ricky Hatton" this dude who had nothing to do with the situation. We got the information and sped off to get my friends car. The whole time we were in the car my friend is screaming expletives. "Im gonna fuck this guy up if i see his bitch ass". In my mind, I was trying to think if i had enough money in my account to bail this guy out of jail ;because i was sure he was gonna commit a felony if we saw this guy again. We finally get to the pound and guess what: We see the guy that took my friends car. AWW SHIT!! My boy screamed " You fuckin bastard!!!".........I revved the engine, and the chase was on! I don't know what got into me, but I had this huge rush of adrenaline . It didn't take long for me to come to my senses, because I asked myself, "What are we gonna do if we catch this guy?- I started slowing down. Then I asked myself, "What if he has a gun? - I turned my black ass around & went back to get my friends car out of the pound. I turned to my friend and suggested that we just get his car before something stupid happens. When we finally got the car back, we found that the tow truck driver had damaged the car. So instead of whopping his ass, maybe we can just get him fired.
Till next time.......
Monday, December 3, 2007
Holiday Awkwardness
We`ve all been through it. Every year around the holidays, you find yourself at the mall trying to get your Xmas shopping in, when you see an unfamiliar-familiar face. You do a double take just to make sure your not mistaken and ,while your performing your visual research, you suddenly realize that this person is looking at you in the exact same way. Awkward. You realize that this person is someone that you graduated high school/ college with & its been years since you've seen them. Now, what do you do? Do you pretend you didn't see them? Do you run the other way? You freeze. Now you have no choice. You now have to engage in a forced, awkward "conversation", with a person who, you barely remember, haven't thought about in years & probably wish you hadn't run into. Why is this so weird for people? Why is this so uncomfortable? I don't know about y'all, but I start sweating something terrible when this happens to me. I just don't know what to say to these people. You don't know what these people been doing wit the last five or six years of their lives so you don't want to rub it in if your doing well and they aren't. On the flip side you don't want to sound like a loser that's been wandering the earth aimlessly either. I have to go through this at least a dozen times during the months of November & December every year. These meetings are almost always nothing more than bullshit sessions. You ask generic questions, "Hey you! (cause u cant remember their name), How have you been? (cause your wondering why they are looking so crazy or differently than you remember) , and you ususally get generic answers, "Yea, Im doing well. Just been doing my thing". WTF!! I usually try to keep my accomplishments pretty basic and general without going into much detail, but surprisingly enough, you'd be amazed how many people actually give you their life story right then and there. And most of the time the stories are never good. So awkward. I had one acquaintance tell me about his stint in rehab and recent incarceration, like it was nothing. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say to that so I just gave him the good old dumb-face and tried to change the subject.
[Maybe im being an A-Hole right now, but am I the only one that gets a kick outta seeing the highschool badass or mr cool getting the shit kicked outta him by life? I usually dont like to make light of other peoples misfortunes, but nothing makes me happier than running into guys who thought they were the shit in highschool. Life isnt so great for them now, unless you count , managing the local sonic ,scrubing toilets for a living or trying to relive their "glory days" at highschool football games. (true story, but I wont drop any names) God forgive me, but it makes me happy. I guess im easily amused]
Anyways, after you get through that forced awkwardness you have to deal with the portion of the conversation where no one says anything and your both nodding and smiling like idiots. Ugh!! That's the worst. Your just looking around hoping the other person breaks this silence by saying something, anything. Man!!!! I usually chime in with a "that's cool" or a "sounds good". But no matter what I say, it always leads to the worst part of the conversation: The End. "Well it was good seeing you, ill talk to you later." Oh man, this is the most bogus line ever used on the face of the earth. Do people even think when they let this phrase and others like it, come out of their mouths? "Well I come to this mall allot , so I'm sure ill see you around". I feel like my intelligence is being insulted every time I hear this shit! We both know damn well we ain't gonna see each other , yet & still these phrases are uttered with such conviction, that you almost believe them. Its crazy. If it took 5 plus years for me to run into you, it will probably be at least that long before i see you again & even then, I may remember our last conversation & avoid you at all cost........
New Rule: When your ending one of these awkward conversations and your sure that your not gonna see the person again, don't patronize them with a "Ill see you later". Just keep it real with a "It was nice seeing you, take care" & keep it moving.
Till next time.............
Eli the (Not-So) Terrible restores Giants' confidence
Written by Ralph Vacchiano of The New York Daily News
So, what goes through the mind of a professional football player, down 16-7 in the fourth quarter of a key game on a freezing-cold day, when everything looks bleak and there’s no hope in sight? Where do they find the strength to keep fighting? How do they muster the courage to mount an unlikely rally?
“Trust me, as we’re out there and it’s 16-7, I know you guys are writing your stories already,” Michael Strahan said yesterday. “So a lot of you, you may have to change some words. Some of you may have to rewrite the whole story. I’m sitting there thinking, ‘Oh, they’re writing us off already.’ But it is four quarters and I was thinking, ‘God if we win it, it would really screw you guys up.’”
Yes, Michael, I admit it. You got me. My game story was finished yesterday with 11 minutes to go in the fourth quarter of your wild, exhilarating, 21-16 win over the Bears. With three minutes to go, I was frantically rewriting all 900 words, praying for someone to call timeout and loudly thanking Lovie Smith for challenging Plaxico Burress’ catch at the 2. Any stoppage of the clock was greeted with a little cheer from me in the press box. The fact that a story even made the first edition of the Daily News today is as big a miracle as what your Giants did at Soldier Field.
But what a comeback! It was impressive, incredible. What more can you say? If Eli Manning doesn’t rally the Giants, we’re talking about another second-half collapse today. We’re analyzing the Vikings and Cardinals and talking about how hot they are and how tough it’ll be for the Giants to hold them off. And we’re putting Manning on a stick between a piece of chicken and an onion and twirling him over a fire.
Instead, Eli the Terrible is now Eli the Great — a comeback nearly as impressive as the one he pulled off on the field. And the Giants are once again being hailed as the third-best team in the NFC, probably rightfully so. Their confidence is restored and their coach is off the hot seat.
I’m just glad I could help.
A few more thoughts from the Chicago Caper …
• Manning in the first 48 minutes: 9 of 18, 100 yards, two interceptions. Manning in the last 12 minutes: 7 of 9, 95 yards, one touchdown. His inconsistency is really the only consistent thing about him.
• Boy, was I wrong about Derrick Ward. I had been unimpressed with him this season when compared to Brandon Jacobs. I thought he’d max out as a 75-80-yard guy, while Jacobs had a much bigger upside. I didn’t think he could carry an offense by himself. But Ward was tremendous. He showed speed on the outside, toughness through the middle, a good burst in the open field. His injury couldn’t have come at a worse time. I would’ve liked to have seen more.
• On the second series, the Giants send WR Sinorice Moss on a deep pattern and actually threw to him. In fact, he was open despite behind held by the cornerback (the ball was overthrown). That seemed like a smart play, given the fact that Plaxico Burress is hobbled by an ankle and a knee injury. Of course, that was the last time we saw it. On the next series, a gimpy Burress went deep on a similar pattern. Of course, he was double-covered. And of course, Manning threw to him anyway.
• David Tyree’s two catches for 32 yards on the game-winning drive brings up another interesting point about the Giants’ WRs. If they don’t want to use Moss as the third receiver, why not use Tyree? It sure looks like Manning trusts him.
• Even with Kevin Dockery in the game, the Bears sure seemed to throw at Sam Madison a lot.
• The defense was overlooked yesterday because of the Manning miracle, but they deserve a ton of credit. With a patchwork secondary playing, the pass rush harassed Rex Grossman with six sacks. They held the Bears to just 68 rushing yards, even though they had the lead almost all of the game. And they only allowed 98 total yards in the second half — 36 of which came on Chicago’s final, desperation drive.
• It’s official. My 7-9 preseason prediction was wrong. Can I have a mulligan?
• Funny quote from Tom Jackson on ESPN yesterday: “Eli Manning, you play in a city that is the most passionate city in the world, especially when it comes to their sports, and you seem dispassionate which they read as disinterest. So give them something. That would be my advice to Eli. Even, if it’s the finger. Give them the finger. You’d be surprised how much New York fans would appreciate it.”
Oh, I don’t know. I have a hunch that New York fans appreciate Eli today.
By Ralph Vacchiano on December 3, 2007 9:09 AM
So, what goes through the mind of a professional football player, down 16-7 in the fourth quarter of a key game on a freezing-cold day, when everything looks bleak and there’s no hope in sight? Where do they find the strength to keep fighting? How do they muster the courage to mount an unlikely rally?
“Trust me, as we’re out there and it’s 16-7, I know you guys are writing your stories already,” Michael Strahan said yesterday. “So a lot of you, you may have to change some words. Some of you may have to rewrite the whole story. I’m sitting there thinking, ‘Oh, they’re writing us off already.’ But it is four quarters and I was thinking, ‘God if we win it, it would really screw you guys up.’”
Yes, Michael, I admit it. You got me. My game story was finished yesterday with 11 minutes to go in the fourth quarter of your wild, exhilarating, 21-16 win over the Bears. With three minutes to go, I was frantically rewriting all 900 words, praying for someone to call timeout and loudly thanking Lovie Smith for challenging Plaxico Burress’ catch at the 2. Any stoppage of the clock was greeted with a little cheer from me in the press box. The fact that a story even made the first edition of the Daily News today is as big a miracle as what your Giants did at Soldier Field.
But what a comeback! It was impressive, incredible. What more can you say? If Eli Manning doesn’t rally the Giants, we’re talking about another second-half collapse today. We’re analyzing the Vikings and Cardinals and talking about how hot they are and how tough it’ll be for the Giants to hold them off. And we’re putting Manning on a stick between a piece of chicken and an onion and twirling him over a fire.
Instead, Eli the Terrible is now Eli the Great — a comeback nearly as impressive as the one he pulled off on the field. And the Giants are once again being hailed as the third-best team in the NFC, probably rightfully so. Their confidence is restored and their coach is off the hot seat.
I’m just glad I could help.
A few more thoughts from the Chicago Caper …
• Manning in the first 48 minutes: 9 of 18, 100 yards, two interceptions. Manning in the last 12 minutes: 7 of 9, 95 yards, one touchdown. His inconsistency is really the only consistent thing about him.
• Boy, was I wrong about Derrick Ward. I had been unimpressed with him this season when compared to Brandon Jacobs. I thought he’d max out as a 75-80-yard guy, while Jacobs had a much bigger upside. I didn’t think he could carry an offense by himself. But Ward was tremendous. He showed speed on the outside, toughness through the middle, a good burst in the open field. His injury couldn’t have come at a worse time. I would’ve liked to have seen more.
• On the second series, the Giants send WR Sinorice Moss on a deep pattern and actually threw to him. In fact, he was open despite behind held by the cornerback (the ball was overthrown). That seemed like a smart play, given the fact that Plaxico Burress is hobbled by an ankle and a knee injury. Of course, that was the last time we saw it. On the next series, a gimpy Burress went deep on a similar pattern. Of course, he was double-covered. And of course, Manning threw to him anyway.
• David Tyree’s two catches for 32 yards on the game-winning drive brings up another interesting point about the Giants’ WRs. If they don’t want to use Moss as the third receiver, why not use Tyree? It sure looks like Manning trusts him.
• Even with Kevin Dockery in the game, the Bears sure seemed to throw at Sam Madison a lot.
• The defense was overlooked yesterday because of the Manning miracle, but they deserve a ton of credit. With a patchwork secondary playing, the pass rush harassed Rex Grossman with six sacks. They held the Bears to just 68 rushing yards, even though they had the lead almost all of the game. And they only allowed 98 total yards in the second half — 36 of which came on Chicago’s final, desperation drive.
• It’s official. My 7-9 preseason prediction was wrong. Can I have a mulligan?
• Funny quote from Tom Jackson on ESPN yesterday: “Eli Manning, you play in a city that is the most passionate city in the world, especially when it comes to their sports, and you seem dispassionate which they read as disinterest. So give them something. That would be my advice to Eli. Even, if it’s the finger. Give them the finger. You’d be surprised how much New York fans would appreciate it.”
Oh, I don’t know. I have a hunch that New York fans appreciate Eli today.
By Ralph Vacchiano on December 3, 2007 9:09 AM
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