A very trill day

Today Where's P-Mac takes a break from hoops and normal WPM shit to present the lamest kind of blogging, blogging about your day.

Outside of the University of Arizona I could easily count the things I like about Tucson on one hand. Bookmans, a used book store, is one of those few things.

The last time I went to Bookmans I was set on going to law school and I purchased the The Princeton Review's LSAT prep book.

I read 100 pages of the book before I put it down on my shelf where it still sits and collects dust under a Ron Artest cd.

For the time being I have abandoned the law school idea and I currently have no clue where I will be next year or what I will be doing. Today's Bookmans dilemma was much more serious than any life plans though.

I stood in front of the glass display case with my fixed college budget and had to make one of the toughest decisions of my life.

Do I buy Wave Race 64 or Pilot Wings 64? At $8 a piece, buying both was pretty much out of the question.

I settled on Pilot Wings because the hippy dude who helped me out said it was "pretty fuckin' cool."

Before I hit the register I stumbled upon dope toy figurines. I hoped they had a Chicago Bulls one before I found the Dennis Rodmans.

$2.50 a piece, I don't have a choice. It's Dennis fucking Rodman with two differently dyed domes. If someone told me that same $5 dollars could feed 800 kids in Africa, I still would have bought the Rodmans. Again it's The Worm (I couldn't find a YouTube clip of him kicking a camera man in the groin or head-butting the ref).

As I went to purchase two Rodman figurines and the Pilot Wings game the weird dude ringing me up said, "Pilot Wings, that's a gangsta-ass game. Or as I like to say that game is gizzy."

This is why I support Bookmans. If you are ever unsure if you are buying the right N64 game, the Bookmans cashier is there to reassure you.

"Yeah I'm trying to make the most real-ass purchase of all time," I responded to the cashier.

"That is definitely a real-ass purchase," the Hispanic chick with crazy tattoos, who may or may not work at Bookmans, said.

Pilot Wings and two Rodman figurines for $13, that's a very trill purchase.

All this praise for BOOKmans and I'm not even talking about their books, which fill the massive store. The store also sells used magazines, cds, electronics, pretty much everything you need.

One day I hope to have enough time and discipline to read half the books I need to read before I die and I hope I can buy those books from Bookmans.

You are probably saying, "Wow, that is a trill experience, but would you say this is your trillest Bookmans experience ever?"

No. My trillest Bookmans experience ever occurred when I was visited my uncle and aunt in Tuscon with my family when I was about 12. I bought a used copy of Puff Daddy and the Family's "No Way Out."

To which my uncle promptly asked me "What did you buy that shvarzer crap for?"

To add to the trillness of the day, I made my first CraigsList transaction as I bought this fine elk art. I needed some art for the common area of my apartment and the elk seemed pretty cool in the same way Bret McKenzie's sweaters are cool.
Completely unrelated to the above is the best interview ever.

The Exterminator

I covered a boxing match for the Tucson Citizen and despite fights full of professional no-names, it ended up being one of the greatest sporting events I had ever attended. Dudes scrapping trying to kill each other, Hooters girls being whistled in the sleaziest way possible, guys filling a table with empty beer bottles then creating bizarre chants, taunting an opponent as he lays lifeless on the mat, coming into the ring while R. Kelly plays in the background, entering the ring with a skull bandanna covering half your face. Yeah, I am down with all of that.

The uncut article from the Citizen is below, along with what may be my favorite quote ever (which got cut) in bold.

Spending 40 to 50 hours a week drilling holes in concrete under the Tucson sun is not part of the normal boxer’s training routine. But for local welterweight Adan Leal, it’s part of the grind.

On Friday night the termite-exterminator-by-day, boxer-by-night Leal continued his undefeated professional career, improving to 6-0 by defeating Carlos de la Cruz (10-8) in four rounds at Desert Diamond Casino.

“I give all the credit to (de la Cruz) because I gave him everything I had and he was still standing,” said Leal, who had recorded five consecutive knock-outs coming into Friday’s fight.

“I got a little disappointed because I got tired in the third round,” said Leal, who added that if it were not for a back pain which flared up in the third round he believes he would have been able to knock out de la Cruz (McAllen, Texas).

Leal’s goal is to build his stamina in the coming weeks of training. He hopes to fight in a six-round bout on Aug. 31.

Leal wakes up at 5:30 and drives from Nogales, Son., to Tucson to work as a termite exterminator for Truly Nolan. After working in the sun for hours, Leal heads to his gym at 5 p.m. to train until 7.

Leal said his back pain in the fight were unrelated to a back injury he suffered on the job a month ago.

Despite his long work weeks – which undoubtedly affect his training regime - Leal loves his job.

“There is going to be one day when I am not able to work any more because of the fights,” Leal said. “I love what I do. I love termites, I love the whole pest control industry and I love boxing.”

•In a heated main event super lightweight Francisco Bojado (18-2), defeated Rogelio Castaneda Jr. (23-13-3) 1:30 into the 10th round on a TKO.

Bojado’s victory was announced to cheers - as well as boos, from fans who were still upset by his two jabs that connected as Castaneda was falling down early in the 10th.

“The ref didn’t do a very good job, he should have stepped between us,” Bojado said of his late hits.

Bojado, from Los Angeles, didn’t waste much time after he lost a point from the dispute and was quick to attack Castaneda (Sacramento, Calif.) with a flurry of left and right jabs, which ended the match.

“I knew he was still hurt so I had to just go in and finish the job,” Bojado said. “It was the last round so there was no holding back.”

•In the co-main event lightweight Jose Santa Cruz (25-2) defeated Dario Esalas (29-9) in the second round as the referee declared a TKO.

•Local middleweight Roberto Miramontes’ (0-1) professional debut could not have gone much worse, as he was knocked out 2:31 into the first round by Deferson Legrand (2-0) of Queens, N.Y. Miramontes lay unresponsive on the mat for 30 seconds before regaining consciousness. Ringside doctor Lawrence D’Antonio said he suffered a very mild concussion.

Gadgets and other ways to murk time

My friend Dustin said it the best the other day, "Seriously if I get hooked on any more blogs I won't be able to do anything." Well for those of you who do want another blog to waste your life away, there's Gizmodo.com, a blog that is updated about 250 times a day with incredibly interesting, and often worthless techno gadgets. Half the shit on the site isn't out yet and the other half I can't afford, but if you've developed an aversion to going outside, talking to people, and living life, then killing time on Gizmodo might be for you.

Here are my favorite Gizmodo posts of the past few days.

So here's where Gallagher is...Yeah this makes total sense...Japan really is awesome...The iCrane game...This would be real cool if they let you drive it intoxicated...If Where's P-Mac ever had shirts they'd all be in this kind of ink. And I'd only let cute chicks wear them.

This week's Where's P-Mac Book of the Week is Ant Farm: And Other Desperate Situations by former president of the Harvard Lampoon Simon Rich.

While I'm just throwing down a bunch of random shit, let me add this silly little quiz I stole from the inspiration for Wherespmac.com SLAM's Links.

LOL, like Bush is awesome

I don't follow closely politics all that closely, I read the papers, I watch various news stations from time to time. But I do know enough to know that Bush is fucking up (c) Chappelle, or at least that's the general consensus among the mostly-liberal college-aged youth I am surrounded with. I know college kids who love Bush, but I know far more who are less than pleased with his eight years in office.

I say all that to say this...What the fuck is wrong with the UA softball team? How does a 40 person party based mainly of college students travel to the White House and not one them any has any negative feelings on what's going on in the world.

The girls had a very bright local spotlight on them and they had a chance to make any political statement they wanted and all we got was pitcher Taryne Mowatt saying Bush was "Really funny, actually."

I am not saying the girls needed to slap Bush in the face, but how awesome would it have been if just one of them refused to go to D.C. Or if one of them would have worn a black arm band or done anything besides say G.W. was totally hilarious.

I know there are millions of people out there who would have loved to have that much say in the media and make a national statement. The thing I don't understand is how not one person on the 2006 or 2007 Championship team which voyaged to D.C. didn't have any strong feelings. If I were to close my eyes and randomly grab 40 students off any college campus, I would bet at least one of them would hate Bush. Am I supposed to believe that not one of these girls has been personally affected by the war in Iraq and they are all completely fine with everything Bush is doing in office?

What do I know, maybe the key to winning back-to-back Championships is being completely oblivious to everything off the field.

Fuck the minors

I hate the Tucson Sidewinders. I am glad they are leaving. I always dread having to cover a Sidewinders game. However the last time trudged to Tucson Electric Park, which is buried in Tucson's illustrious Southside, I discovered that Robby Hammock hates being there more than I do.

As I chatted with Robby in the clubhouse, I thought perhaps his best friend had just died along with his dog and he got a flat tire on the way to the game. The man was down and he did not want to be there. At all. He was still cool as fuck, just pissed off that he was living the minor league life in Tucson and not in the playing for the Diamondbacks while living in Scottsdale. Can't blame him.

Here is my quality work:

Before Sunday night's Sidewinders game, utility player Robby Hammock sat back on a couch with his bare feet propped on a table as he watched the Arizona Diamondbacks on a small television.

He wondered if he would still be in the majors if it wasn't for a 2005 shoulder surgery that sidelined him for a year.

"I just watch it thinking it's just all a bad dream and I'm going to wake up some day," said Hammock, 30, who was optioned to Tucson by the Diamondbacks on June 10. "I have no idea what's going to happen from here on out." read on

Gangster things that were cut from the article:

While he patiently waits to return to the major leagues and all the luxuries it includes he grows tired of the day-to-day grind of the minor leagues, which often entail plane flights which leave on 6 a.m. of game days.

“It just leads to poor performance and injury, I think it’s a terrible, terrible, terrible travel league,” Hammock said.

Silly quote that didn't make the story:

“I might wear those orange vests and sell newspapers on the corners under street lights. I’ll put on long sleeves and go out in the 112-degree heat.” Robby Hammock on jobs he is considering if baseball does not work out for him.

It should also be noted that I let Robby know I wasn't fucking around right off the bat, when I rested my Oxide Dunks next to Robby's bare feet on the table.

Thank you Jesus...err...Weezy

Link stolen from NikeTalk

l'inventeur du jour

I've been sidelined from the blogging game by various, unknown Tucson-summer illnesses, but here is a little piece I wrote on the Tucson Sidewinders Dave Krynzel. Apparently dude likes to invent shit and he claims that he came up with the idea for moving seats which will appear in a 2009 Mercedes before Mercedes released it.

Unfortunately he's still sitting in a minor league clubhouse in Tucson, while the man who put the plan into action is enjoying the fruits of his labor on the Autobahn.

I'm gone to Mexico for the week, where my chief aim is to cop a cool new hat. Wally Balls you inspired me. Thank you.

You don't want to make Kobayashi angry...

Big ups to Joe Chestnut for defending the stars and stripes by breaking the world record for consumption of hot dogs in 12 minutes with his annihilation of 59 1/2 dogs. Also props to the man for breaking it in Arizona Mills.

Here is the full story taken from FoxNews.com:

PHOENIX — A California man smashed the world record for hot dog eating at a contest Saturday, gobbling up more than 59 franks in 12 minutes.
Joe Chestnut, 22, of San Jose, shattered the record held by Takeru Kobayashi of Japan by downing 59 1/2 "HBDs" — hot dogs and buns — during the Southwest Regional Hot Dog Eating Championship at the Arizona Mills Mall in suburban Tempe.

Kobayashi's old record of 53 3/4 was set last year at Nathan's Famous Fourth of July Hot Dog Eating Contest, held at Coney Island in New York, said George Costos, who helps runs the regional contests for Nathan's.

Chestnut placed second in last year's world championships, consuming 52 hot dogs.

"He's unbelievable — he just keeps on going," said Ryan Nerz, who works for Major League Eating, which he describes as "a world governing board for all stomach-centric sports."

"These guys' numbers have just been going up at a tremendous clip," Nerz said. "I always thought there was a limit — a limit to the human stomach and a limit to human willpower — but I guess not."

Chestnut won a free trip to New York, a year's supply of hot dogs and a $250 gift card to the mall.

The story of Craig

Let's a try a little something new. Since this site is starved for content during the college basketball off-season, I got to bust some new shit out. Even though I'm a much bigger NBA fan than college ball fan, apparently my blogging game is vice versa.

Anyways, the following is a little article I'm writing exclusively for Where’s P-Mac about the life and times of Craig Waterman, a baller on many levels. I figure if I write a few bullshit, non-conventional articles about people I know it should keep my writing quasi sharp. Will this be the new face of journalism? Probably not, but at least it should provide for some enjoyable reading on a small-time blog.

"That's him," I shouted. "That's the kid from my English class!"

The kid from my English class, Craig Waterman, was jumping up and down on Lute and Bobbi Olson Court like Miles Simon in ’97 as he had just won a University of Arizona-themed Vespa.

Craig turned the key and started the ignition of the varsity-red colored Vespa in a State Farm sponsored contest during halftime of a Wildcats game.

As the ignition started Craig pumped his arm, which was proudly adorned in a collection of in paper bracelets, which are given out to the first 700 fans at every UA home game. Craig never took the bracelets off during the season.

At the time I barely knew Craig. I knew he was a big Chicago sports fan, which is pretty much all it takes to justify your thug with me.

The story of Craig picking up the scooter is actually better than my recollection of him winning it.

“I just showed up to (the McKale Center) and told them I won the Vespa,” Craig said. “They took me to a back room, opened a closet door and gave it to me, they didn’t ask for ID or anything.” That’s right after paying his $250 in taxes to Uncle Sam, Craig was just handed a new scooter with no advice as how to ride it.

“I opened up the instruction manual and figured out how to start it,” he said. “The hardest part was getting the kickstand up; that took me about 20 minutes.”

Craig then took a practice lap around the parking lot before hopping on to Speedway Blvd. and driving it home.

To say Craig’s house is odd would probably be an understatement. He lives with 13 other people in a large white house just east of 4^th Ave.

As I walked through the gate surrounding his fortress, I met a shirtless man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties walking out a guest house on their property.

“Hey, what’s up Bebber,” Craig said.

“Who’s that?” I asked.

“Oh, that’s Bebber. He lives in the guest house with his fiancé.”

“Of course he does.”

As I walked in Craig’s place, there were four people sitting within two feet of a 20-inch television playing Mario Kart for Nintendo 64 in a room far too large for a 20-inch TV.

Then I walked into Craig’s room, which he shares with a roommate. The most gangsta thing about it: an Andres Nocioni poster which had fell off the wall and was now crumpled up underneath his bunk bed.

His room also had a fireplace, which was blocked by his roommate’s desk.

“There’s like three fireplaces in this house,” Craig said.

He then took me outside to see his Vespa, which was now fairly dirty, had a crack in the front wheel-well and was missing a rear-view mirror.

“Yeah one of my retarded friends crashed it into that wall,” said Craig, as he pointed toward a wall a few feet away.

Craig is apparently the nicest kid ever because he lets pretty much anyone ride his scooter.

“I figure I won it, so I hate being a dick about letting other people ride it.”

Craig took me for a spin around the block as I sat behind him on the scooter. He then let me take it out by myself.

I’ve never drove a scooter or anything like it in my life. My closest experience was probably riding a Razor scooter in middle school. As expected it was fucking incredible.

Craig talked about how badly he wanted to take it back to Glen Allen, Ill. a suburb of Chicago, where he resides in the summer.

Unfortunately it would cost too much to hook up a trailer hitch to his 1997 Volvo A20, his car by the way has the cassette version of the single “I wanna be like Mike” in his deck at all times.

Even though we had only known each other for a semester and we’ve only hung out a couple of times outside of class, he offered me his scooter for the summer.

I declined because it seemed like too much at once and fortunately/unfortunately he ended up loaning it to his friend this summer who totaled her car.

In the words of my friend Owen Beitner, "Craig is good people."

There’s probably a whole lot more great things about Craig that I'm leaving out like this, this, this and this. Oh yeah and this.

Purple leather pants

School has been killing the ol' semi-regular posting. Well I guess it's really a combination of school, Lost, South Park and The Office, but it sounds better if I just say school. Anyways...here is an inspirational video of Dennis Rodman wrestling with the Mailman, because 1990s basketball players in the ring is what this site is all about. Also if I ever got my hands on that "Rodzilla" t-shirt, my life would be complete.


Also Sunday marks the return of my lord and savior, Entourage. I really can't wait for that, there really is nothing better in life than Entourage as I noted here.

More cool shit: The bootleg advance of DJ Drama and Lil Wayne's "The Drought 3." Basically every line is quotable, if you're into silly rap music. The following is just an incredible intro to Weezy's rendition of "Throw some d's."
"Weezy service the combination/
an inspiration to you pussy-ass n*ggas/
I just realized y'all can't fuck with me
and you never will/
bitch-ass n*gga/
Weezy F. Baby believe that"

Paul McPherson get at me

The first of what hopes to be many Wherespmac.com sponsored fiestas is coming to a Tucson apartment complex near you. Anybody reader out there who wants to come this Friday night is welcome, e-mail me (jadler1@email.arizona.edu) and I'll hook you up with directions.

Thanks to all the people who clicked an ad or two. Despite my fedi being deep on the injured list, all the scrilla raised is being thrown on the party.

Good people. Good beer. Good Music.


Who knows, there might be a Nic Wise moment of the party.

Big ups to Brooklyn!

I think a new banner, a fresh domain name and a hard-earned c-note are reason enough to run a celebratory pic of the Universal Magnificently, which I ripped off Jonathan Mannion's site. If you guys could only understand the blood, sweat and tears that went into making this banner through MS-Paint and getting it up on this site, you would understand why I can now look at this site with the same b-boy grin as the mighty Mos Def.

Also that banner wouldn't have the gangsta imagery it does without the help of Tyler Smith.

Digger Phelps really isn't that cool

I really do not understand the allure of ESPN's College Gameday. It amazes me week in and week out that students will go to their stadium several hours in advance to cheer for ESPN analysts. This morning I woke up, immediately flicked on the tube to begin the dumbing down of my day and was greeted by five lame analysts with thousands of screaming Kentucky fans behind them. These fans were all going crazy a good 10 hours before the game even started.
This lead to ask myself a few questions: Do they stand in the arena for the entire 10+ hours waiting for the game? Do they realize they are cheering for analysts who are making millions of dollars off players who don't (legally) see a dime for their efforts? I love the NBA, a lot, but I would never dedicate any time of my life to cheer for ESPN's Tim Legler, Greg Anthony or Fred Carter. I wouldn't even cheer for EJ, The Jet, and Charles and they produce the best sports show on television period.
The fans bring out 10 million signs so their parents/friends at home can easily find them on TV. I really don't understand the fan who brought huge cardboard hands that kind-of formed the ROC and had a big UK on them. Also it was fantastic when Digger Phelps rewarded the Kentucky faithful by referring to them as the Florida student body. I understand it is No. 1 Florida coming into your house and it is the No. 1 vs. No. 2 SEC teams squaring off, but still 12+ hours in a stadium. Maybe it's just my ignorance from living in the Southwest all my life and not understanding the magnitude of sports south of the Mason-Dixon line.
Rant #2:
I have the utmost respect for hardcore fans, but I will never understand people who will go all out just to be on TV for a millisecond. One of the elements of sporting events that I absolutely hate are the people who will go from calm to crazy just because a camera is put in their face. I understand it would look weird on TV to show some mellowed out fans. However, if it's any more than 30 minutes before the game and any station throws a camera in my face, I'm sitting there chilling. I don't care how I look on TV for my one second of fame.

The Bible Says

Props to my friend Dustin for finding this glorious internet gem. The website seems like it could be legit, completely insane, but legit none the less. The C.H.O.P.S. movement, if real, is basically the anti-gay equivalent of the Ku Klux Klan except they are substituting Jesus Christ for Daniel Carver. Make sure to look around the entire site to find ridiculous statements such as, "Follow me and together we'll C.H.O.P.S away the Gay." Also, unless you want to turn gay, you might want to stop listening all these artists.

The best part about the site is the leader of C.H.O.P.S. (Changing Homosexuals into Ordinary People), a reformed homosexual named Donnie Davies. His first music video, "The Bible Says" from his group the Evening Service must be seen below. It's possibly the best thing of all time, unless your a homosexual with no sense of humor, then it's the worst thing of all time.

Davies also admits his video blog below that he lost 120 pounds with the help of homosexuals then goes on to talk about his program which will transform them into "ordinary people." He also shouts out a bunch of MySpace people and bloggers and if he ever shouts out 'Where's P-Mac' in one of his video blogs it will be the single greatest thing of all time. Point-blank period.






The more I read all the ramble on this guys site, the more I begin to think this guy is for real and the world is much more ridiculous than I ever thought. Also worth noting is that he is from Houston. That being said I cannot wait until a chopped-n-screwed version comes out with Donnie rocking a grill.

Peace be with you,
Justin

More Madness. Title IX Represent

If the simple posting of YouTube videos on this blog was not radical enough for you, the following should be more than enough.
The sports journalism course I am enrolled in forced me to miss the first half of the Arizona versus Washington game which Greg Hansen described as poetry in today's Arizona Daily Star. Instead Where's P-Mac readers will be treated to a review of the woman's Arizona versus Washington game. Not only will there be my typical game notes, but also I wrote an article about the game, which can be read below (Martin Longhi from my sports journalism class assisted in the article).

Joy Hollingsworth’s career-high 31 points were not enough to keep Arizona from losing its fifth straight to a red-hot Washington team.

Washington remained undefeated in the Pac-10 and won its ninth straight game to boast its record to 12-4 on the season.

Washington was able to consistently penetrate Arizona’s zone defense allowing Washington to shoot 49.2 percent from the field, 10 percent higher than Washington’s season average.

Washington head coach June Daugherty credited her team’s depth and veteran leadership for her team’s victory. Washington had four players score in double-digits.

Arizona’s scoring was not as diverse. The next leading scorers to Hollingsworth were Jessica Arnold and Amina Njonkou who had seven points a piece. Apart from Hollingsworth and Arnold, nobody attempted more than four field goals.

Washington opened the second half with a 16-8 run to boost its lead to 16. Arizona responded with a 13-3 run to cut Washington’s lead to six with eight minutes remaining.

“They (Arizona) were mixing it up defensively, and we were allowing Hollingsworth too many open shots,” Daugherty said of Arizona’s second-half run.

The Huskies returned to their stifling defense and again found their rhythm on offense closing out the remainder of the game for the 17-point win.

Arizona senior guard Joy Hollingsworth posted a career high with 31 points, on 10 for 24 shooting. Hollingsworth’s previous high was 26.

“It means nothing to me,” said Hollingsworth, who added that she would rather score zero points and have a win.

Arizona junior guard Jessica Arnold shot 1-13 from the field in the absence of her
backcourt teammate Ashley Whisonant, who was out with a knee injury.

“I always want to help out my team and I think sometimes I try too hard. I need to choose my shots better,” said Arnold.

Arizona has lost six of its past seven games and is now 6-10, 0-4 Pac-10.

Washington will finish its road trip through Arizona against Arizona State on
Jan. 7. The Wildcats will try to break their losing streak on Jan. 6 against Washington State at the McKale Center.

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Now here are my normal game notes, which are shorter than usual because I am not a creative writing major, so making anything interesting out of this game wasn't easy.

• I thought I knew UA sports pretty well until I realized I had never hearf of Joan Bonvicini, who's coached UA woman's basketball for the past 15! seasons.
• UA's Joy Hollingsworth would bounce back from her slump in the bay area games, where she shot a combined 2-of-22 for a total of seven points. Tonight she scored a career-high 31.
• The twirling squad apparently works the woman's games. They perform a slow-paced routine to Game and 50 Cent's "How we do" which was a somewhre between uncomfortable and comical to watch.
• A woman in the crowd is wearing a pink Cardinals Larry Fitzgerald jersey with faux-bling on the 11. Respect...I think.
• The UA band plays Paul Simon's "You can call me Al," which is by far my favorite music video to ever feature Chevy Chase.
• UA's Amina Njonkou always wears a long-sleeve shirt underneath her jersey, which I guess is an effort to up-stage the arm-sleeve made famous by AI.
  
• Washington's Stefanie Clark fires up a 3-pointer which barely grazes the bottom of the net. If I didn't know where I was I'd assume this was a YMCA youth league game.
• Washington's star, Cameo Hicks hits back to back threes to put the Huskies up 14-7 early on.
• 14:20 UA's Rhaya Neabors, who has an injured twin sister on the team, Rheya, airballs a jumper from about 6 feet out.
• 6'6'' UA's Suzy Bofia is the tallest player on the court by a good four inches, yet she plays like she covered her hands in grease before the game and is physically unable to grab a rebound.
• Suzy Bofia also has a twin, 6'7'' Beatrice, who is out with an injury. I'm pretty sure Beatrice is the woman who attempted to participate in the slam dunk contest during this season's McKale Madness and almost killed herself in the effort. If video of her ever biffing a two-handed dunk ever makes its way to the Internet I'll get rid of my DVD collection and cable and solely watch loops of her failed attempt.
• 5:30 UA's Jessica Arnold brings the ball up the court, calls a play, ignores all her teammates, and misses a disgusting lay-up.
• Washington's Emily Florence hits a deep three to put Washington up 29-22.
• Halftime: 41-33, Washington
• Both teams have nine turnovers
• Washington has four fast break points to UA's zero.
• 16:55 Florence rips Njonkou and hits a three to put Washington up 48-37.
• Final 81-62. I try to like it, but woman's basketball is way too boring, I think counting sheep would have been more entertaining.
  

Sneaker Watch: Malia O'Neal wears some UA colored Huarache 2k5's with "Polkey" embroidered across the strap...An injured Ashley Whisonant Zoom Lebron IV...Some injured white UA player Jordan XI.

Videos of the week: An ode to Gil and Ecuador

In effort to make my blog blend in with the 342 trillion other blogs on the internet I am going to start posting YouTube videos which I find worthy of my bandwith. I will try to make this a semi-regular post, although my goal to post and analyze a bullshit rap video each week has not quite worked out so well (That post now has the video posted directly on it, surrouned by words that don't make much sense due to my lack of html skills).

1.

Dagger!

Gilbert Arenas' buzzer-beater against the Bucks. Ridiculous range. Ridiculous confidence. Ridiculous walk-away post shot. Gilbert may be the most covered man in basketball right now, due largely in part to his personality. Although it doesn't hurt that he's third in the league in scoring, right behind Melo (who's still suspended from his slap/punch) and AI. About 20 pop-up a day, but these are my favorite Gilbert sites on the web.
Gilbertology.net By far the best Gilbert site on the web, anything Gilbert related makes it way here and quickly at that. Great links, great lay-out, and frequently updated.
The D.C. Sports Bog A site I'm kind of new to, but follows the Wizards closely and of course covers anything Gilbert as well. While I was reading their site I saw this link which basically did what I was attempting to do except much better.
Gilbert's blog Gilbert's very own NBA.com blog, which is updated rather frequently for an NBA superstar. The blog lives up to what would be expected out of Gilbert, pretty funny with some random NBA musing.
Gilbert's MySpace Gangsta because it's titled "Black President." Even more gangsta because it has pictures of his daughter right above pictures of his "secret service," which is comprised of roughly 50 hoes/strippers/classy individuals.

2.

This video pretty much speaks for itself. It's possibly my favorite thing on YouTube right now. I wouldn't even know where to begin if I wanted to write about this. God bless Ecuador.

Madness

I'm trying to take my blog to the next level. Unfortunately being html retarded is hurting me pretty badly. I just figured out how to post YouTube links directly on to my blog, but I am having a real tough time surrounding the videos with a normal blog. Once I get a solid grip on html I plan on having much more media on this site as well as a illustrated banner to add some style to this mediocre substance. By the end of 2007 this site will be much, much different.