Don't Fake The Funk

Manila

Motherland here I come.

Isn't It Sad...

... that more people in the U.S. vote for the new American Idol than for the President of the United States of America?

Darth Beth vs. Obi Wan Glennobi

(aka, Never Ever Go See A Movie That You Really Want To See With A Hottie)

I finally saw Episode III yesterday. As a huge Star Wars fan, I amazed myself by holding back so long, but since my girlfriend has a cold so she can't kiss me, we went to see Revenge of The Sith. Apparently it was a great movie. All my friends say so. But I really wasn't paying attention because, well, my girlfriend is hot. So I came up with this theory.

Beth is a Sith Lord. She purposely distracted me from the movie so that I wouldn't learn the lessons that Obi Wan learned that could prevent my fall to the dark side of the Force.

Okay, in all seriousness, Episode III was the only installment of the Star Wars franchise that I did NOT raise my expectations for. In fact, I was expecting the worst. Hayden Christensuck was still playing Anakin, and of course George Lucas was directing. Just those two facts alone pretty much killed the spirit for me.

The dialogue was still trite and cheesey. In fact, during a scene where Anakin and Padme were expressing their love-slash-worries for each other, I leaned over to Beth and said, "Wow, do I sound that cheesey when I sweet-talk you?" I'm not going to tell you her answer.

But otherwise, I was pleasantly surprised. I don't want to spoil it for anyone, but Anakin really does turn into Darth Vader.

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Goodbye Reggie

So what if he flops. So what if he looks like a Ferengi. So what if his sister Cheryl could beat him one-on-one. So what if I'm a die-hard Knicks fan and he's broken my dreams a zillion times over.

I gotta give my props to Reggie.

Reggie Miller is everything a professional athlete should be: the ultimate competitor, and one of the deadliest shooters in the clutch ever. Even when I hated Reggie for killing the Knicks time and time again, I loved him. He had spunk, he had fire, and he always gave his best no matter what. Reggie had that swagger born from the knowledge that he could and he would beat you.

I haven't gotten this upset about an NBA player retiring since Charles Barkley hung his sneakers up. I really am gonna miss Reggie's game, but I hope Richard Hamilton can fill his shoes, because surely the torch has been passed to him.

Reggie, man, thanks for playing the game the right way. But man, you should have been a Knick.

MVP

Can anyone -- anyone at all -- doubt that Steve Nash deserves the MVP award? I mean, man, the dude just dropped 48 points and then the very next game gets a triple-double: 34, 12, and 13. Yeah thirteen rebounds. Steve Nash got thirteen rebounds. In the fifth game of the semi-finals.

How can there be doubters now?

Ah, what a great year for the white man in the NBA indeed.

What a great year for Phoenix. I noticed that every ten years or so, the Phoenix Suns become my favorite team. A decade ago, I was rooting for Thunder Dan, Sir Charles, and KJ. Great nicknames for a great team.

This year's Phoenix team reminds me a lot of SIPAG teams from back in the day, when we were all young and could run. I remember that there would be times when the ball wouldn't touch the floor at all and we'd get a layup just from good outlet passes after rebounds. I saw the Suns do that tonight. It brings back memories.

Let me stop talking so I don't jinx the Suns. Go Phoenix!

Real MLB Names

These are real names of professional baseball players:
Milton Bradley
Coco Crisp

What the... ?!

Bad Topic, Dog

Just For Waiting

My girl did the sweetest thing the other day. We were at the mall and she was shopping for last minute stuff for her sister's wedding. One of the shops that she needed to go to was Victoria's Secret. Now I'm not shy but Victoria's Secret does make me uncomfortable. Something about forty year-old women inspecting thongs and lacey bras just really disturbs me. So I suggested to Beth that I should wait outside for her while she gets what she needs.

I'm not exactly sure how long I waited for her, although I did have time to stop by the toy store next door to pick up some Spongebob candy for Beth's sisters. It didn't really feel like I waited very long. I mean I didn't even check my watch. Eventually she came out and I smiled at her. She smiled back at me and said something like, "Gosh I made you wait so long and you're still smiling."

And then she kissed me; a short kiss, but a memorable one. I asked her what that was for and she answered, "Just for waiting."

Funny Stuff That Happened At Church Yesterday

There we are at St. Anthony's in Oceanside. A small six year old child is playing in the pew in front of us. Let me be more exact: a small six year old boy was playing with himself in the pew in front of us. Yes, you heard right. Masturbating. In church.

I'm trying not to laugh but I'm also too embarassed to look over at Beth and her parents to see if they noticed. So there I am thinking, man this must be a sign from God. He must be telling me to keep my hands off Beth and myself, especially in public!

Then I started getting worried. The priest was up to the part where he says, "Let us all share with each other the sign of peace." And just as he said that, the boy pulls his hand out of his pants and covers his mouth to sneeze. Now you gotta think that there's something wrong with a kid (or anyone for that matter) who has no qualms about rubbing one off in public but is still well-mannered enough to cover his mouth when he sneezes. Whatever, man. At that point I was thinking that I hope this kid doesn't try to shake my hand.

Good thing he didn't.

A Harrowing Experience