My funk

My funk is getting on my nerves. No, it's not the smelly kinda funk, it's my mood. Lately, I've been making mistakes, simple mistakes that I shouldn't be making. I can't focus for more than five seconds. I drift off into space when someone utters more than a single sentence to me. Of course it just had to carry over into my soccer match last night. It's aweful. I totally whiffed on a shot and shanked a wide open shot. Both would have been goals, might first for the season but no, I'm in a funk. This is not fun. I thought it went away after the game. I watched another episode of Joan of Arcadia (Thank you Phillip! I love it!) and I felt so much better. But now it's late afternoon on this gloomy Tuesday, another soccer match awaits and here I am feeling the funk.

Oh gross, note to wife, don't ever get the pasta parmesan with broccoli. I know you don't like it but I sure don't like it. I'll eat the rest but it's nasty and looks strangely green.

I sure hope my funk doesn't transfer to the rest of the team tonight. Last night I think it did. The entire team seemed to been in a funk, spacing out. But that's not to say we didn't try. We had sparks of intesity but everytime we scored, the other team scored right back. Not to mention the other team was dreadful which I guess makes us down right pond scum. He comes the coulda, woulda, shoulda but we should be undefeated right now but now we're 1-3 and tied for last place. We can play so much better than our record indicates but when you think about, we deserve 1-3. We haven't played that well and it shows. We can together late last session and hoped it would carry over to this session, which it did at first. Then total breakdown. Where's our mojo??? Mojo where are you??? Probably lost in the funk. Damn you funk!!! Damn you!!!

I won't be surprised

Actually, I'm not surprised. I'm not surprised another athlete is denying to the world that he cheated. Now, there is no hard evidence that Lance Armstrong cheated but I'm compelled to believe the accusers, thanks Raffy. I may have believed Lance but after Mr. Finger juiced his way to the recordbooks, I feel every athlete in question has used steroids, performance enhancing drugs or in Lance's case, blood doping. In my world of ignorance, I have no understanding how blood doping works and what scientific tests prove this blood doping thing.

The alleged Armstrong blood samples are from 1999 and like Lance I don't know how accurate a test could be on blood frozen from that long. However, I wouldn't use this as the reason not to believe these allegations and to believe in Lance. Honestly, where do athletes get off? From day one, athletes caught cheating by drug tests, ALL, say they didn't knowingly use a banned substance. Okay, for the average everyday person that might be true, but you're a professional athlete. Your body is everything. Your body allows you to do the things you do. How can you not know what you're putting in your body? I might forgive a 19 year old rookie but not a veteran with hall of fame numbers nor a seven time Tour deFrance winner(Lance never did say he did not knowingly do anything, he straight up didn't do anything, but I still lump him in here) But don't think the world is completely dumb, well maybe most, but definitely not all. Now that I think about it, who cares. All you have to do is say you didn't do it and things will be fine. You're from Texas. People believe anything a Texan says or at least the majority do here in the US.

My point is that I won't be surprised if Lance cheated. But what's so devastating about his situation is that he fooled the whole world. He possibly cheated his way to an unbelievable record of seven straight wins which could be stripped away and be one of the biggest scandals of the century.

Oh, I'm so waiting for Barry Bonds to retire before he gets busted for performance enhancing drugs.

I'm such a schmuck

How many days am I going to NOT send my little brothers care package? It's probably been two weeks now and still haven't sent out his package. Just this past Sunday night, I placed the snacks in a box. I still have to put the sports print outs, seal the box and then get to the post office. That may take another three weeks. One week for each task. Though I told my brother I would, I feel weird asking people to go send packages to my brother so he can give them to the Marines that he works with. My little brother is in the Navy, but his specialty is combat medic and is attached to a Marine unit. Apparently they don't get much support from home, which is sad. Mail is such a huge moral booster. When I was in Korea, getting a package from someone meant a whole heck of alot. So I'll just say to go check out the USO website if you're interested or even search around the internet, I'm sure they are not the only ones. Oh, if his package is still at home on Saturday, someone kick my butt please.

Unbelievable chase scene

Wow, I cannot believe this chase scene. Doesn't anyone get tired? It's all done on foot. I came across someone's blog who was raving about this movie and more particularly, this clip. Apparently, this is actually an entire movie Banlieue 13, which according to the raving mad fan is only available on the internet. Update dude, check out ebay. It's a wonderful tool that provides everything. Even grilled cheese sandwiches.

Funny or Creepy?

Now this maybe the most interesting candidate for 2008. Forget Hilary, vote Christopher?? All I can say is blame Arnold.

Scary babies

Oh my god, these babies are freaky. I'm waiting for them to move. It's not going to happen but it's like the movies when someone walks past an angel statue and the eyes move. I know it happens.

Inbetween the lines

For those of you who care this is a very funny article. To those who have no clue who Terrell Owens is or don't even care about his antics, this still could be humorous. Just read between the lines.

How about an Extreme County Makeover

I don't know much about Prince George's County except for the few times my wife mentions PG county. Unfortunately, I don't remember any good about PG. So to add to the unfavorable mentionings of PG is this new story about an armed burglary and the beating of a crew member's wife of "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition." The show is working on a woman's home in PG county and the incident happened on the first day of shooting at a Largo hotel where part of the crew was staying. Needless to say, they all relocated to the Greenbelt Marriott. Way to go PG, keep up the image.

High expectations

Okay, "The Skeleton Key" has set some high expectations. I saw a preview on TV Saturday night boasting the most surprising twist since "The Sixth Sense." If the wife and I don't act like the lame-o's, we will see this movie and it better not disappoint. Now, that was the first time I heard that saying, so boasting is a strong word, however, it's now in my head that this movie will have a great twist. And it better be a whole hell of a lot better than "Hide and Seek." Now that was an aweful movie and not even worth renting. Unfortunately, we paid full price to see that stinker. Did I say we're lame-o's.

We need a movie night. There are so many movies I would like to see. Actually I think that's a lie. I can't even think of five movies that are out that I would like to see. I have no desire to see remakes or nasty bikini butt Jessica Simpson. I loved Dukes of Hazzard and I'm a fan of Seann William Scott but come on, Jessica Simpson, totally creepy. I will say, the remake that was very good was "War of the Worlds." You go Tom. Awe man, missed "Batman Returns." "Do you have it black?"

Speaking of nights, when's my game night? I gonna pout until I have my game night. I want my game night. I want my game night. When's my game night. Is it time for game night.

The evidence has been erased

Sorry to all, the evidence has been erased. At the request of my lawyers, I cannot comment on the situation until the matter is resolved.

Boredom

I really have nothing better to do right now. Work is quite a bore. Maybe this new job will pan out and I swear I will take advantage of this extra time. I've been meaning to get my butt in gear and actually write but I haven't been able to concentrate enough to do so. My mind wonders off into lala land so quickly these days. For instance, I'm not even writing about what I intended to comment on which was my new addition to the snore alert. It's not actually a snore, it's sort of entertaining but then again, why would someone want to read about some person's NCAA '06 gaming experience as they make their way through the Heisman mode??? In fact, it reminds me of the days as a child when I would be in the backyard every Sunday afternoon after watching my beloved Browns and play out my fantasy season. I created a team comprised of fictional players who I would pit against real nfl teams. I basically played a game of football by myself. I'd start as the quarterback and depending on my play calling, I would morph into a running back, receiver or tight end. I even provided myself with play by play calls from the imaginary sportscasters. I would even do pregame highlights from last weeks fantasy game. Oh and the best games where when it snowed. So much fun.

Okay, so I'm lame but still, this little dude is providing us recaps of his games. At least I didn't expose the rest of the world to my games, until now...but it was years ago. Or was it. Maybe that's why I have a football at home and a nice little backyard. Maybe I'm just jealous he has the game and I don't. I can be such a hater.

The geek in me

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Was not expecting that

I have no clue what this blog says but I surely was not prepared for the picture. I suppose it's from a horror flick but that's not the point. The point is that I simply wanted to search for some reading material and BAM! Totally unsuspecting me is terrified by this picture.