Archive for June, 2007

It’s Officially Over…

Saturday, June 16th, 2007

Loose Cannons Spring Season…

7-2. Can’t say I am surprised… our team is severely under powered without many guys who can take over a game. The season came down to a tie-breaking game against the Onsters. Both teams were tied for first place. After today’s 15-8 loss, they’re the ones moving on, and we’re the ones reminded again that the team is seriously deficient in talent.

Nonetheless, despite not moving on into the playoffs, I’m proud of this team this season. I had pretty much written them off after our first loss, but they proved to me that they wanted to succeed as much as I did by winning 6 straight games to force today’s game. It is a good stepping stone for us to re-establish a level of play that had all but disappeared the last two years.

My Twenties…

It ends next Saturday. During the last ten years, I met a lot of awesome people and built a lot of wonderful relationships. Countless people have asked me what I am feeling as if this is a major milestone or something. The fact is… lately, I have been reflecting a lot about the people who are no longer in my life, my aunt, my grand-aunt. I know as I head into my 30’s that more people are going to pass away. The last few weeks… at home, at work, on the softball field, I’ve sorta taken some time to step back a little and really enjoy the people I have around me. It makes me happy that I play a role in their lives and vice versa.

My Brief Break from Bowling…

My wife’s younger brother, Grantland, is back from college for the summer and wants to bowl. So, I, along with my wife’s cousin, Ryan, will form a team for the summer season. I spoke to the guy (Check Wong) running the league about forming a team. And despite the additional work of getting us caught up, Check is happy that I am bowling this summer. I’m a little indifferent about it all because I had my mind set on just laying low a little, but Check is right when he said that I’ve been on a tear and that I should stick with it.

Some people can’t be helped…

Monday, June 11th, 2007

Ever since I’ve been married, I haven’t had much time to speak to my parents.  I’ve hung out with my in-laws often enough, but my folks, not as much. 

Truth be told, it’s not that I haven’t had any opportunity to spend time with them.  We go out to dinner for special occasions (birthdays, Mother’s Day, etc.).  But I’ve found that I don’t really want to talk to them because all they tell me are problems, problems that I can and cannot fix. 

These problems bother me to a point that I get consumed by them.  I think that is one of my traits that I find to be a strength and a weakness.  I tend to be a problem-solver by nature.  With that said, I have found that the simplest solutions are usually right.  But when it comes to feelings and relationships, that "easy answer", albeit correct, fails to encompass or satisfy the feelings of all parties involved.

Lately, a lot of these issues have to do with my sister and her ex-boyfriend.  I care for her a lot, but sometimes, she really ticks me off because she does the "stoopidest" things.  You see, her ex-BF is a loser… always was, still is, and always will be.  Still, my folks and I accepted him for what he was…, as long he made my sister happy.

Personally, the guy is a creep (I’ll spare everyone the vulgarity of how I really want to describe him).  He’s disrespectful to my folks, and he is a schemer.  All he does is try to get onboard the next "big" thing and hopes to get rich.  He’s not shy to pull in all his resources (friends, my sister, my folks, etc) to get rich quick, never once hesitating to accept any form of assistance.  A leech.

On many occasions, I’ve expressed openly about how I disagreed with his "get-rich quick" plans.  And he has shown his disdain towards me for it.  If it were not for the fact that I would rip his f’en head off his neck and hand it to him, he would have the odacity to say something in my face. 

But what comes as a big surprise and further disappointment is that he has a terrible temper and has the nerve to yell at my mom.  My mom has expressed this to me before on the phone and Monday’s, when she drives me to work.  It’s our only time to talk.  And while I treasure these rare opportunities, I don’t like hearing about this punkb*tch, nor do I like how every conversation we have has to deal with someone who isn’t even a part of my family.

The more my mom talks, the more I fume.  I’ve always had a rage that I try to release "positively" in sports.  Driving in rush hour traffic and listening to this sh*t only intensifies that destructive nature within me.

My mom tells me that she is trying to help both my sister and that f*ck out.  And I believe her.  She’s watched out for them and tried her best to guide them into making the correct decisions for their future, yet the ass-clown continues to want to do things his way.  He wants my mom’s financial backing, but will not grant the decision-making privileges.

So it was music to my ears when I heard that my sister had broken up with that sh*t-for-brains boyfriend last month.  Happy days, happy days…!

But man, were those "happy days" short-lived.  She wants to get back together with him.  After all he has done, she can’t stand the idea of being alone and wants to rekindle a relationship that will only lead to further aggravation to her and to my folks. 

My sister knows how I feel about that ungrateful bastard, yet she is too weak to stick with her guns.  She’s 27, so she’s an adult.  The time when she would listen to our guidance passed a long time ago.  She’s old enough to make her own choices, and she’s expressed that to my folks and me many times already. 

Yet, how do you let someone, no matter how old she is, continue to make the wrong decisions?  It’s been eating my up for a month now, and I haven’t come close to the answers except to let her dig a deeper hole.  And while it doesn’t affect me directly, it does to a point, since it affects my folks (and the conversations I have with them). 

Grey’s Anatomy

Friday, June 8th, 2007

My wife loves this show.  I enjoy it, but lately it’s been getting rather lame.  Here are my reasons why I might quit watching soon… 

Reason 1:  Addison Montgomery (Kate Walsh) is leaving Grey’s and getting her own show.  I actually like her character more than Meredith.  Her storyline dealt with more pressing issues (trying to have a baby, finding a life partner vs a fling, career choices, etc.) than Meredith’s conflict with her inner demons.

Reason 2: Preston Burke (Isaiah Washington) just got canned.  The guy exemplified perfection thrown into a whirlwind when he met this new group of interns that included his former fiance, Christina Yang (Sandra Oh).  The dynamics of their relationship were playful, yet serious.  Burke provided an excellent contrast to Yang’s character.  Sure, I understand he made some terrible remarks about his costar, T.R. Knight (George O’Malley).  But the guy made a public address statement on TV, apologized, sat down with the Gay, Lesbian & Straight group to discuss his statement and conduct.  What more do you want from him?  Terrible decision in ABC’s part to let him go. 

Reason 3:  Enough of Meredith’s storyline!  Sure your mother wasn’t supportive of you, and your father wasn’t around.  Get over it.  Personally, I was so hoping her character would of died in the Ferry episode (but I knew that was never going to happen).  She’s a freakin’ doctor, yet her antics and actions suggest she’s a 13 year old foster child that doesn’t know how to apply reason and logic to her life and to what her career path demands.

Reason 4: Lame twist with Izzie (Katherine Heigl) getting it on with George (Knight).  Just a cheap thrill/shocker.  I sort of got the sense that the show was losing its footing midway into this past season.  Nothing was really going on with Bailey and the Chief.  The only way (all the while "lame") to keep us interested was to throw a monkey wrench into George’s already suffering relationship with Callie Torres (Sara Ramirez).

Personally, I fear this show may be on its last breath.   

Winners and Champions

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

1. Loose Cannons

We won the Cornerstone Memorial Day Tournament. It was a surprise to most of us seeing as how we sat out the 2005 and 2006 Tournament. Did I fail to mention that we were whooped in 2004?

Pretty much the same players as 2004, but with additional support from a few extra subs. The difference? We just came out with a single mission in mind: score no matter what! That meant holding back on the homerun flails and hitting the ball horizontally with effective line drives.

Result: 7 wins, 0 losses. 2007 Champions and 4 time winners (1999, 2001, 2003).

2. San Antonio Spurs

I just love talking to these “basketball enthusiasts” who keep popping off the popular comment that the San Antonio Spurs are a “boring” team.

I’m watching Game 1 of the Finals right now as I write this. The Spurs are up 76-59 with 6:35 left to play. LeBron James, the “exciting” player in this matchup, is getting a lot of the spotlight. The guy made only 4 out of 16 shots thanks to the superior defensive skills of Bruce Bowen and his Spurs teammate. Yet, the camera is always on him.

And to all those “basketball enthusiasts” who hate on the “boring” Spurs, it sure is exciting watching an exciting player like LeBron shoot 25% on the court. Quit hatin’ on the Spurs, BIATCHES!

The Spurs play the game right, simply put. They win with class and humility. They lose without excuses.

Don’t get me wrong, I like LeBron. He plays the game the way it should be played. But he’s not as good as Tim Duncan and the Spurs right now. Everyone wants him to be like Michael Jordan, but he’s trying to be LeBron. If he keeps playing like the way he is now, he’ll find that a championship(s) will be in his future.

As for the crybaby rapist in L.A. that (along with Drew Gooden of the Cavs) looks like Shreq, sit at home and cry all you want about needing a better supporting cast. You’re a dumb idiot who dug your own hole when you said those magic words, “It’s Shaq or me!” Just be glad you’re not in jail with Mike Tyson, stoopid f*cker!