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Name: Andy
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 8/19/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: Writing in this thing from time to time.
Expertise: Writing in this thing from time to time.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  xcntry1988
Member Since:
9/20/2004
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| "Xanga's Dead"
Try as I might, the once great Xanga updates have died off. Some of us fought bravely to keep it alive, but in vain. However, I hate to bring it up this way; but, much like how the Lakers were down and out towards the end of Game 4, perhaps this update can spark a momentum change much like a Robert Horry shot.
Nah.
I shouldn't need to go into much more detail of a particular basketball game to explain the point I am getting at, nor do I want to. The pain strikes too deep. Plus the website ain't worth it. Does anyone even read these things anymore?
But seriously. That Horry guy. What a menace he's been to cities across the country. How many fans over the last decade have had their dreams dashed by this beast they call a man, I wonder. Sacramento got it the worst, but the list is as long and distinguished as...(cue Top Gun one liner). First Phoenix, then New York, San Antonio, Orlando, Sactown and now Detroit all have this man on a most wanted list for something.
Sure, a gamewinning shot isn't a crime, but we're all looking for something to catch this guy on. A man that can cause this much agony and defeat cannot simply walk away. Can he?
All I'm saying is that it's unfair for him to get all this credit. None of these shots were set up for him. When have you ever heard a coach say that he was setting up the final play for Horry? Never. Those types of roles are reserved for clutch shooters. That's right, I said Horry isn't a clutch shooter. He never has pressure on him during these shots unlike Jordan, Miller, Bibby, and Bryant (yeesh). These are guys that can handle the burden when the game is on the line. Horry, well, he just relies on good luck.
A defender foolishly leaves him wide open. A tipped ball by Divac. Etc. The one common denominator: His game winning shots have all been mistakes. Son of a bitch.
Karma has caught up to me from time to time. I wonder if it ever will for Mr. Horry. If it does, he's gonna get it good, I swear.
So, by request, I tried to get this xanga thing going one more time. Doubt it'll work, but we'll see how lucky we get. | | |
| Whoa Whoa Whoa! A xanga update? Make that a surgence of xanga updates. The fad may be becoming popular again as I have now seen at least two, maybe as many as three, new blogs written by those that I subscribe to. Not to be outdone, I managed to pull some time together by veering momentarily from my MySpace addiction that has taken up my life to provide my reader(s) with my opinion on...on...hell, I don't know. I just started typing shit for no reason.
And speaking of doing shit for giggles, I was interviewed by the Echo, our school newspaper the other day. I wouldn't exactly say it went well because Liz who's writing the article didn't seem to have any idea why she is writing the article in the first place. Nor did she seem to have any idea as to what direction to send the article in. (Sound familiar?) And, that left me wondering, "Am I gonna be made to look like an idiot in my school newspaper?" It's certainly possible.
Name? Age? Major? What the hell kind of interview questions are these? I was tempted to ask her, but then I held myself back upon realization that this is the Echo I am speaking to. The same newspaper which the editor is allowed to print her page long opinion on why she hates it when people talk on the phone while driving even though she admits in the very same article that she is guilty of the crime herself.
If you do not understand my fears of why I might be portrayed as an ass in the school paper just weeks before I graduate, understand that these are the types of articles that actually make it in the paper. I could certainly do no worse on my own Xanga site. Just imagine what isn't approved by the editing staff. | | |
| In the spirit of competition, I quit! (On homework that is.)
Even I could have gotten my ass beat at the Olympic trials. It wouldn't even take steroids for me to accomplish that feat. I know I don't have the times to even dream about qualifying for the trials, but just give me that chance to prove myself unworthy of representing the United States as a runner and I'm certain I can do it without controversy. The same can't be said for others: http://sports.espn.go.com/oly/news/story?id=1937491.
The truth is steamrolling in from many different sources and about many different athletes. Obviously, a secret this good can't be kept secret forever. Along the same lines, at least that South Park episode where Cartman acts retarded to race in the Special Olymics just got a little bit funnier: http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/news/story?id=1936592.
I'm sure you remember the part when a few ball players are honorary guests at the awards ceremony; one of which is the Yankees first baseman, and stare blankly at Jimmy as he condemns cheaters. For a while there, I gave those guys the benefit of the doubt. My bad.
My world of honoring athletes as heroes just got a little awkward. Maybe I should say a little more awkward for those of you who don't look at sports the same way I do. But, let me tell you, when I saw some of the items from the Baseball Hall of Fame when it traveled here to D.C., I was proud to be a fan knowlegeable of the game. The same could be said when I saw Fenway Park, just months after the Red Sox won the World Series and I made sure that I saw the most famous foul pole in the world. You know, the one where Carlton Fisk forced game 6 with a homerun against another Hall of Famer Dennis Eckersley? I even took note that there were still signs in the ticket office saying that World Series tickets had been sold out. No one will probaly ever see that at that venue for another 80 years.
But, now, not long after Artest and Co. embarrassed the NBA, the news is flooded with this crap; just in time to take the news away from my most enjoyable moment of the week: http://sports.espn.go.com/ncb/bigtenaccchallenge/news/story?id=1936568. Relative to the events that occurred in The Palace, I'd say that this amateur beatdown is more deserving of front page news. After all, in an era when everybody jumps for the money, all the players that participated in the #1 v. #3 matchup had already spent at least one year in college. Whether they were sticking around for the love of playing in college, or for the desire to win a National Championship, that's classy.
Not a lot of that goin around these days. Now, I've got to figure out what to do with that poster of Sosa I have on my wall.
Of course, I should probaly be complaining more about the fact that I am procrastinating like a motherfucker right now; thus, reducing the chances that the rest of my week will be anything remotely tolerable up until Wednesday. On the horizon, those very same Illini that put Wake Forest in their place last night will probaly be ranked #1 by the time they visit Georgetown.
That visit, is on Wednesday night. Just in time to put the finishing touches on a semester from Cloud 9 and celebrate the fact that I will not have any work to do for a long long time. Those that know me will know how loud the MCI Center will be; courtesy myself. And I'll do it without the help of performance enhancing drugs. How do you like that, Marion? | | |
| And Down the Stretch They Come!
In a week and a half, I must complete the following on my to do do list:
1. Homework
In the last few months, I have completed the following on what was once a to do list:
1. Everything but homework
They're isn't any homework in college, and there certainly ain't no homework in DC. How my roomates managed to sacrafice their 4 day Thanksgiving weekend in the name of class is beyond me.
In the next several days, I'll be hating myself for not having gotten my work done earlier. Late nights, though common place for me, just aren't my style when I am restricted to doing something that is not enjoyable. This is especially true when the late night cannot be followed by a 1 in the afternoon wake up call from my mom at which point I notice that the sun is out, roll over, and pretend I have just done something productive enough to justify a nap.
But, the way I look at it is that if I had not done all that I have done during my time here, I would be hating myself for the rest of my life. I got one shot at this, and I made the most of it.
Now if only my final semester was at UCSB.
DC, You've Been Great
In spite of what I have to look forward to (check the 2nd definitions): http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=roseville&r=f and afterwards, this: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=simi+valley&r=f, I am actually excited about returning to California. Great sports teams, great weather--of course I've been hearing that both have not met their billing in recent days. I just can't tell what it is.
Maybe it's the Halo 2. | | |
| Hell's Frozen Over: Red Sox Win WS and No One Cares.
It's been a while, but I'm still waiting for the big news. Didn't the Red Sox just win the World Series? It seems to me that this is the kind of thing that the media should never let die. Doesn't it? I mean, it's the frickin Red Sox for crying out loud. Somehow though, the excitement of this accomplishment is much like that of when the New England Patriots win the Superbowl. Ho hum. The overall passion for the game from the fans wasn't there this year like it was last, and soon their "once every 4 generations achievement" will fade into a mere acknowlegement of their victory in the history books as opposed to a miracle that will be remembered forever.
Yet, it may be appropriate to ignore one of the rarest events in sports' history considering the attitude of the country. Afterall, the country is divided and a major election is to take place tomorrow. If all goes according to history, however, we already know the results: Packers v. Redskins-A blowout turned into a thriller as Kerry's presidential hopes were saved when Clinton Portis' long game winning touchdown reception was called back for a penalty. Green Bay wins by a couple tds.
But even though we all know who is going to be the president based on the longest standing presidential predictor in America, I still don't want to watch the results tomorrow night. Much like how I hate when the Kings lose to the Lakers, I would much prefer to suffer in the defeat on my own rather than be surrounded by a bunch of rapist sympathizing, Rick Fox appreciating, "I'm better than thou" Laker fans that can't acknowlege that they won their last championship because of a bullshit shot by you know who in game four, a foul on Bibby in game six because Bibby's nose got in the way of Kobe's elbow, and a string of missed free throws in game seven. All this and the Lakers get ESPN's award for "Best Team of the Year" in the same year that the Patriots beat the Greatest Show on Turf and the Diamondbacks beat the Yankees. For heavens' sake, what made the Lakers the greatest team that year? Was it their spectacular free throw defense in game 7? If that's possible, then I guess so.
It's the kind of atmosphere that surrounded the Western Conference Finals in 2002 that is present across the country today. Much like how I still do not give credit to the Lakers for their 3rd championship, whoever loses in the election won't feel immediately ready to acknowlege the opponent's victory. If that's the case, I understand why the Red Sox winning the World Series isn't the news of the century. | | |
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