If You’re Gonna Spew

Every Monday night I go through the same ordeal in trying to pick my pre-game meal. If I had any brains I’d just boil up some pasta but I tend to try to be a little too creative. Today it was a gyro. It was back to back games tonight…and I hurled after game one. This never would have happened had I eaten White Castle.
I’ve been trying to recall a non-alcohol related booting, but to no avail. Though I felt good after handling that business and managed to bag a pair of goals in game dos. I know exactly what you’re all thinking: “Wow! It’s just like Michael Jordan’s playoff spectacular while fighting the flu!”

Twenty-Four

I felt an even closer bond to John Edwards when I discovered that he and his wife spend their Anniversary dinners at Wendy’s. In recent years, it’s become customary to spend my August 2nds at America’s finest purveyor of tiny hamburgers–White Castle. However, cameras and microphones rarely follow me.
Sadly, my current geographic position has proved an obstacle this year. But I’m hopeful that a trek to the grocery store’s freezer section can at least bless me with the frozen variety. A double-header of soccer games tonight is preventing me from doing the next best thing, though…heading to the cineplex to see Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle. But hopefully later this week I’ll be able to live vicariously through their adventures.

Random Day

Went out with my fishing partner to tackle the Upper Fork of the Snoqualmie River, today. We reeled in a handful of fish–and we literally could have fit all the fish in one of our hands. They were some little trout.
Props to the presumably shady folks at Weyerhaeuser (a logging company) for hooking up the gravel roads we used to get up there.
Our day culminated at a bridge in North Bend, Washington over the Middle Fork of the Snoqualmie River. This caught our eyes when we saw some incorrigible teens hurling themselves off of it into the water below. My buddy elected to join in the reindeer games–it was about a 30 foot jump and he let out a shrill shriek half way down. Good times.
I also chatted with two random people on the bridge…Nate from Columbus and some older dude who turned out to be from Dayton. Nate was a real piece of work–one of those guys who tells you their whole life story right from the starting gun. He seems to be a regular at this bridge, so be sure to visit him for some silly stories on your next trip to the North Bend Outlet Mall.
Am I the only one who kind of feels sorry for Mike Tyson’s current financial state of affairs? Latest reports say he tore knee ligaments before getting KO’d on Friday. I guess that might leave a sliver of possibility that he might be able to fight another fight…

He Accepted!

Is there anything worse than talk radio shows that take calls from listeners? My favorite sports radio show, The Tony Kornheiser Show (RIP), had a strict policy of no phone calls. Why? Even T.K. knew that half his listeners were imbeciles.
The NPR station KUOW out here has a local daily call-in show that is of comparable quality to the Jim Rome Show. Today on The Conversation they were doing a Bush v Kerry straw poll. As you might guess on Seattle Public Radio, it was a pretty anti-Bush crowd calling in. The highlight being a caller making comments about how Bush should be impeached and how she only watches C-SPAN. I find folks like this just as annoying as the Bill O’Reillys.
Anyway…Kerry stepped it up tonight and showed some signs of life. But some of the delegates and other yahoos in the crowd looked like extras from I, Robot as they stared blankly while clapping away. Now we just need to find out what Joe Unemployed in Belfontaine, Ohio is thinking about the new candidate. And I’m definiely upset about not casting my ballot as an Ohioan this year.

The Good Reverend

The issue of government is not to determine who may sleep together in the bedroom, it’s to help those that might not be eating in the kitchen.
That’s from Al Sharpton’s speech tonight–that links to the “official” transcript, but Al strayed heavily from the orignal 6 minutes to a 20-minute extended remix. Too bad it didn’t make the primetime coverage…there was some fire in the Reverend’s belly.
I’m just keeping my fingers crossed that when Kerry speaks Thursday night he can inspire me even a fraction of that which Clinton, Obama, and even Sharpton have.
Ah, here’s full video for every speaker–and not in crappy Real Player format like C-SPAN.

Barack-Star

Do we participate in a politics of cynicism or a politics of hope?
John Kerry calls on us to hope.
John Edwards calls on us to hope.
I’m not talking about blind optimism here – the almost willful ignorance that thinks unemployment will go away if we just don’t talk about it, or the health care crisis will solve itself if we just ignore it.
No, I’m talking about something more substantial.
It’s the hope of slaves sitting around a fire singing freedom songs.
The hope of immigrants setting out for distant shores.
The hope of a young naval lieutenant bravely patrolling the Mekong Delta.
The hope of a millworker’s son who dares to defy the odds.
The hope of a skinny kid with a funny name who believes that America has a place for him, too.
The audacity of hope! In the end, that is God’s greatest gift to us, the bedrock of this nation.

Here’s the full transcript of Obama’s speech and here’s a 2-minute video clip.

Louie Luo

This ain’t the Daily Kos, but I’ve got to give a plug for everyone to check out Barack Obama speaking at Tuesday night’s convention festivities. He’s a resident of Hyde Park in Chicago and worth every bit of the praise he’s been receiving of late–he really shined this past weekend on Meet the Press (there is video from that link) and Face the Nation (transcript here).
And if you caught tonight’s action, you might have noticed that Bill Clinton’s still got it. Praising Kerry by calling out himself, Gore, and Cheney for ditching Vietnam was brilliant. Clinton’s timbre and pitch are straight outta Dr. King’s oratory school…he’s definitely our first black President.
Plus I’ve gotta give Bubba props for keeping in shape post-Presidency. It wouldn’t have surprised me had he balooned to 300 lbs over the past few years. Props.

Muy Caliente!

97-degrees here in Seattle yesterday. That’s far from normal, as you might suspect. Unsuspecting Chelsea and Celtic were forced to play through the heat yesterday at Seahawks Stadium. I lost about ten much needed pounds sweating it out in the stands, while plenty of goals were scored in a 4-2 win for Chelsea.
I spent the last week in Atlanta. It was my first time down there but I have since learned that it’s definitely the Dirty South. Somehow though, I had the best sushi I’ve ever tasted–at MF Sushi. Though I was mistaken to think I’d be escaping the heat when I left. Arriving in Seattle on Friday night at 9pm it was almost 92 degrees out.
On my flight back I sat in an exit row seat next to a portly middle-aged woman from central Washington. She took the exit row responsibility quite seriously and after some discussion she initiated with me, it was decided that since I had the window seat, I would be the point man for opening the emergency exit door. I’m glad we hammered out those details.
And yeah, I’ve been falling off on the updates….but I’ll be picking up the slack…don’t delete those bookmarks, quite yet!

Telly Update

Da Ali G Show is back on HBO this Sunday. If you don’t know about it…you better learn about it. It’s worth subscribing to HBO for the next 6 weeks on the strength of this alone.
I was just looking up a guest from last night’s Letterman show–turned out to be Jonathan Ames (a strange but really funny cat). In the process, I stumbled upon show notes that some staffer at CBS writes. On Hillary Duff being a guest of the show:
I noticed a lot of daughters at work today. I checked my calendar thinking that it may be “Take Your Daughter To Work Day.” It wasn’t. I checked again and found that it was actually “Take Your Daughter To Work Day Because Hilary Duff Is Going To Be On The Show.” Paul says he took his daughter Victoria up to see Hilary just before the show and Hilary couldn’t have been nicer, sweeter, more personable, or friendlier. She was a real sweetheart. And then Hilary said, “Now get that little bitch out of here.”

Back at the Ranch

Finally back in my homestead ready to crash hard on my own bed. It’s been a long and satisfying week away from Seattle but starting tomorrow I’ve finally got to get into the 9-5 grind.
Just looked at the Tivo…I’ve got lots of catching up to do.
Anyway. It’s late. I’m tired (from flying here from Columbus via Newark). I’m out.