Who Needs Terrorists?!?!?!

Why should we fear terrorists when we have dumasses to wreak havoc on our infrastructure with the license to drive gasoline tankers?

I Done Told Everybody...B Dizzle is the Man!

i told all of you....b dizzle is the man! once the warriors traded for baron davis, i told everyone he is going to be the man. i've seen this guy school eveyone when he played in ucla and i just can't believe a body lik this can move with this swiftness and this ferocity combined. i'm a guard and i would hate to have a burst of speed that carry 215 pounds in his shorts drive on me at any tme he wants. a coach would tell you to just stand there and take the charge but baron is so quick he'll go around you! ahhhhhhhhh

in fact, he is an amazing dribbler. this fool can school anyone and i can't believe people didn't see that from him. his crossovers are incredible. you can see it in opponent's eyes all last year. you just don't want to see a truck that has the agility of a formula 1 coming at you at full speed!

before he tore his acl (knee) at ucla he was the man....i'm talking the Man! no one could stop him! and now he is the man again! i just hope his knee holds up......

The FLU Sucks!

man....i got the worst flu ever! its testing time this week and right when it started, i get the flu! i hear that the stomach flu is floating around the mission and i got it good. usually it takes a few days for me to get over a flu but it sthe fourth day now and i am still feeling the effects.

i have never had it this bad. i mean i have the uncontrollable cough that makes me want to rip my stomach through my scrotum. i have soreness in my joints and muscle. its like all the injuries i have had this past couple months just resurfaced. what the hell...?!?!?!

my stomach has had a hard time holding things in and i've been rushing home to do the deed....if you know what i mean. then when i get home.....nothing! what tops it all off is that i have the fever. i can't walk four steps without feeling overheated and wet my back. you'd think i've been playing ball all day.

if i don't get any better by tomorrow, i am going to the clinic! actually, i have a confession: i haven't used my free medical benefits this whole year. i'm too lazy to get myself a yearly physical.

anyways, my mom told me that my whole family is sick as well. so it isn't just leyla and i.....if that makes me feel any better!

My Pookie Thinks She's Gonna Die!

okay....she claims she doesn't invent anything...fine. she claims she doesn't exaggerate...fine. but she has agreed that she thinks the worst when it comes to medical conditions. her anxiety level rises every time she notices an ache or droning pain in her head. i tell her its a haedache, and she thinks she has a disease that will take her life the next day. so how does she deal with it?

"let's cuddle pookie," she pleads.

i tell her she's fine and that the majority of the people in this world has experienced pain she is experiencing and they haven't died yet. of course, she has silos of antibiotic, vitamin extracts, achanacia (whatever this shit is), and even gatorade!

i too am sick but i haven't gone to the emergency room yet. i figure a few days of rest will help me get through it.

"god i hate western medicine," she blurts. now she's blaming the western world for the pain and anguish she is experiencing. i can tolerate this....its not a big deal. but then she said," you just can't keep watching espn...basketball! " AS IF THIS IS ONE OF THE REASON WHY SHE IS SICK!

hey! wait a minute.....what the hell does this have to do with basketball....the goddamn warriors is on tomorrow at the oakland coliseum.....basketball has nothing to do with your "DISEASE!"

Vomit Aroma

vomit just smells bad! so bad that it makes you want to vomit as well. of course, this is nothing profound at all. well....yesterday leyla went to St. Mary's emrgency room because she felt awful. after a few hours, she went home just as sick. so sick that she end up puking up on the bathroom floor. ooops....she just missed the toilet! heheheeh

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! its really not that funny! i had to clean that crap! i darn used up half a role of lysol wipes to clean up the whole bathroom. i was just lucky i was sick because my stuff nose allowed me to tolerate the stench. ohhhhhhhhhhh.....it was nasty!

Another Reason Why I Am Gettin' Really Old

sunday afternoon, i thought i'd treat myself to an afternoon of basketball at the park because it was such a wonderfully sunny day. of course, we have similar bunch of characters at dolores park. you have ones that look like they can play with their baggy shorts, head bands, bball shoes. but they really can't! then you have those ones that decided to play just cuz there's a basketball court. they usually play in their jeans. you can't tell whether they are good or whether they are bad....you just pray you are playing with someone decent. then you have the majority of the guys that have some skills and knowledge of basketball as a team sport. the more o f them, the more i feel my time at dolores is worthwhile.

of course you have the ball hogs! i can't stand them. i don't care how athletic they are, i can't stand them because they refuse to accept the fact that basketball is a team sports. there are also the overly aggressive players that run off their mouth. they ruin games but you really have to tolerate them. one of them is called "lyle." he is pathetic. he cherry picks. he complains about fouls called against him even though he even knows he fouls the guy. i think it is his way of mentally getting in your head. give him a couple of shoves and he will get off your back. then he calls fouls when there isn't even a foul! but i digressed for two paragraphs.......

anyways, sunday is no better. you get a whole plethora of players and they generally are willing to play. i recognized some regulars but they are playing in the other team. my team were a bunch of newcomers....hehehhehehhe who would have thought that a bunch of white guys could be refered to as "newcomers." anyways, they are not regulars.

so i play and i am having fun. i go home in about an hour after i play and rest for my sunday night adult league. so what happens? my legs started to sore up! this rarely ever happens to me! extra strength tylenol might have to be a regular intake.

Bizarre Sunday Night

okay....you wanna know how to win against an overwhelmingly better team against you?!?! Ironically, tonight, the warriors won tonight as well! talking about a long shot beating a perrenial playoff final four! anyways, our sunday night adult league also won tonight. i'm not claiming that we are the warriors. in fact, we would never have made the playoffs. it was the last night of adult league and we were just trying to get a workout.

so how did we win? we started out pretty positively getting the jump ball and we even scored a bucket! i was anticipating a twenty to zero run for those guys against us. fortunately for us, we were able to compete against them for the first five minutes.

suddenly, one of the guys decided to physically guard me. they even installed man full court press! "this guy" was on me like glue. its pretty clear that he didn't want me to get the ball. we were able to manuever our way up the court and bricked a shot up.

the next time up, they were able to hit a shot. bad news for us: it means that they can put on a press. so "this guy" stuck himself on my face. i tried to get separation but he was on me. i stuck my elbow out and move quickly in another direction to get myself open. suddenly, the referee stops the both of us. he thought we were too physical with each other! i thought i didn't do anything and i'm pretty sure the guy thought he ddin't do anything either.

i shrugged....he shrugged and we kept on playing. the referee stopped us again. he told "the guy" to stop it and he responded, "what i can't play defense?" well....he's got a point.

the referee gave the ball to the our man taking it out and we both kept on pushing each other. the referee probably felt demeaned because we were still pushing for position. so he blew the whistle and warned us to stop it. okay fine. but if he put his weight on me, i was going to stick my elbow out to balance myself.

the referee stopped us again. ooops. i wonder what we did now?!?!!? he calls a technical on "the guy"?!?!!? uhhhhh okay....i'm not going to complain, that's two free throws for us. now "the guy" probably thought he was being picked on so he cussed the referee out. what are you going to do?

now he was out of the game with two technicals and he figured if he was out of the game, he might as well make it worth his time. so he spat on the court. now he was told to leave the premises. he spat on it again. in fact, he spat on it three times. of course, his teammates looked out for him and tried to calm him down. at this point, he was pist! now all his teammates are holding him down and even i was trying to help them. he told us to keep our hands off him and i was not about to get in the way with him.

the referee quickly grabbed his belongings and shuffled himself out as quickly as he can. the referee knew that he just got himself on a pickle. any way he can get him back in the game??????

"the guy" chases after the referee. his teammates held him down. i tried to stop him as well. now he turned around and looked for the other referee. this was getting really bizarre. he even punched the ref....and he wasn't even in the play. oh well....a ref is a ref....i guess!

and you know what is even more bizarre! some guy came in and told everyone that the warriors won!!!!! whooooopeeeeeee!!!!

i wasn't really sure what set him off....but i was just really glad he didn't have any animosity towards me. or else i might have been in the way of those punches. phew.....

My 35th Birthday Experience

alright....i hve to get over this....i am 35 years old! damn that's old! so what did i do? i had to travel back to the usa from spain. that's what i get for stretching out my time in spain. but this time, air france really corraled me in a sneaky deal. i bought my tickets really cheap but i had not realized why it was so cheap! well....it was cheap because on the way back, air france boots you off to one of their smaller airlines that flies to one of the smaller airports in paris.

and to make this even more dishonest, i fly in orly at night and fly out in the morning at charles de gualle. so that means that i had to stay in paris late at night. do they offer a room at a hotel for cheap? NO! what is even more deceiving is the fact that they stop bus services to charles de gaulle right after we land. so that means that you can't even go to charles de guelle for the night. so one has no choice but to stay at a hotel for the night. my response: hell no!

i'm not going to stay in no goddman hotel for the night! i figure i can rush to paris montparnasse and take the train to charles de gaulle. so i took the only bus to the middle of paris and it headed to montparnasse. i thought perhaps i will be able to ctach the last train but right when i arrived, the last train had already left twenty minutes ago.....hmmmmm how coincidental....

at this point i was pissed off...but no matter, i've stayed at train stations before for the night and its not that big of a deal. so i wrap my bag around the bench and layered myself for the night and started to sleep. around one oclock, several police men approached me and told me i had to leave the goddamn train station. what!? it turns out that they close the station. so what do i do?

i styed outside the train station. i was a bum for the night. yes, it was my birthday, i was very tired, i was relatively cold, i was alone.....but i ain't gonna pay no hotel for 80 euros just to feel like i have a ceiling over my head. my stubborness and pride took over and i wanted to see how long it would take for my inequities or idiosyncracies last through the paris night.

actually, as i was walking around montparnasse, i had every opportunity to hang out at bars, billiards, hukka joints and even restaurants. but i felt like it was me against air france...against paris...every money used is every money lost....well actually, i was alone and everyone one of those bars and restaurants were full of people having friends. i felt a little out of place and i really wasn't in the mood to hang out by myself.

so i stayed out of the station and huddled in a lighted bus stop. the wind made the night less bearable and the drunks outside made me a little more cautious. i couldn't believe there were so many people out and about on a monday night. anyways, i thought of walking around again to see if there was a hostel around. but i was firm on just waiting it out.

at this point my neck was killing me. after three and a half hours on bus, another three hours in a plane from madrid to paris, and a couple hours outside in the middle of the night....my neck was not feeling well. all i could thnk of is that no goddamn man on his 35th birthday deserves this! but what am i going to do? slap myself!

a bum was lurking thirty feet from me. he looked drunk and he was smoking. i really am not sure what he was doing. he looked clean cut, his clothes weret haggard, and he was just lying there. other bums had passed by and blurted off something in french. i take it it they were begging for money but i responded in spanish so to make sure they would have no clue what the hell i'm saying. my general impression of parisians is that they genrally know english very well. at least well enough to understand those that need directions. but they are so proudful that they will never admit that they know how to speak english. whatever....i would just start out a conversation with the only phrase i know, "par le vouz anglais?"

if they know english, which is almost all the people i have come up to, i would continue speaking in english. but when the bums ask for something, i would just respond in spanish....hehehehehe i figure i have a better chance of them leaving me alone. but this bum just sat there and i thought he was waiting for me to sleep and have his way with my bag. so when i started to get cold, i decided to walk the night away. i literally walked for an hour in one long rua. i had no idea which rua it was, but it was goddamn long! i walked back just in time for the train station to open again. i had an hour wait before the first train leaves for charles de gaulle. at this point, i have passed through a couple of bakeries and the sweet delicious smell of newly baked bread made me feel hungry. but i stood firm! air france has swindled me and i am going to buckle down and not pay for anything.

after six hours of sleeplessness, i finally took my last train out of paris central and off to charles de gaulle airport. of course, i had another 12 hours of a plane ride back to san francisco. i don't know if i learned anything from the experience but being out in the streets for the night was awful. bums don't have it easy but i guess its just like getting used to everything else. i am sure if i got used to it, i would not be as uncomfortable and insecure. but i am not about to try it. this better not be an omen to what my 35th year of my life will be like!

This Is How I Have Been Feeling All Week!

you wanna see how i have been feeling all week? here it is:
i have been sick for the past week and i have just improved slightly. i pushed back my travel for tomorrow and is still feel under the weather. i hope i will get better tonight because i hate to travel sick. my head has been thumping all week, my throat has been scratchy and i've been nauseated all week as well.

I'm Back!

man....it feels like it has been years since i have blogged! actually, it has only been a couple of weeks but nonetheless, it has been quite a while. honestly, i really don't care blogging at this time of the year due to march madness. the only thing i keep watch these days are my brackets. but there has been a lot of things that has happened since i last blogged:

1. groin pull! goodness...this sucks. i've never had a groin pull in my whole life. now i have to put ice to the muscle next to my right huevo almost everyday. believe me...it hasn't been pleasant!

2. I just acquired the flu! aaaahhhhhhhhh....a couple of days before i travel to spain. so what do i do? i push it back a few more days so i can rest. result: i am still sick and i have two more days to rest. by the way, i am going to land in madrid thunderstorms. it is even colder there than here. great.....

3. the reason why i am able to blog is because i just got a new laptop...wooohooo! its an apple and the transition is slow! if i stop blogging again, it means that one of my kids stole my laptop.

4. kansas and north carolina lost in the elite 8. my friend was crushed and he actually is hoping that john wooden croaks! i'm happy just watching him suffer.....i actually like both teams but i only go for underdogs. well...actually, i can't rout against my wife's school, ucla.

5. i cannot watch 300! my wife does not want me to watch it because the iranian commnity has been critical toward the movie. she thinks that it is giving her culture a bad name. its one of the greatest underdog story ever....and she still won't let me watch it......