THE BLOG IS DYING
This blog has brought us all together. It is essential in maintaining the group. We're all closer because of it and it is time to give it the respect it deserves. You dont have to be particularly funny or clever. Just give everyone a heads up on whats been going on. I think it is important. Yeah, we are all very busy.
Faust
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
We lost a great opportunity the other day my friends. The Mason-Dixon line of the IC was drawn, sides were known and all were ready to bleed as they bred. Unfortunately the Spurs, Mavs western conference finals will not happen.
I found myself compelled to watch the 8-1 massacre that was that Dallas series. I have no affinity for the mavs but I do have a special place in my heart for Avery and even enjoy the theatrics that the Memphis haircut-Adam Williams look-alike Cuban brings to the table. But watching Nelson on the side lines and with the crew-cut Chris Mullein in the GM's box, I was reminded of what it means to be a true fan.
Many years ago a similar match-up took place, 2-7 seed, Spurs vs Golden Shower Warriors. A young Admiral was patrolling the low post waters, the ninga was on three point line, Dwayne Shyinzes was keeping it real with his Billy Ray Cyrus mullet and David Winefield had just been cleared of sexual assault charges. This case led to a elementary school conversation with my Dad about what happens when a man and women get into a bed together with no underwear on and don't agree on what happened afterwards. But that's a whole separate blog.
Anyway the Spurs and coach Larry Brown were roundly dismissed by the 7-seeded Showers under a hail of Mullein 3's and Tim Hardaway penetrations. Not the homo-phobic penetrations, just slashing cuts to the rim.
Afterwards I was so crushed by the upset that my dad had to walk me around the block to console me and (to be forthcoming) get the whimpering to stop. This and other spurs stories from the early nineties gave me the question "Would I rather have my team win it all as a child, or as a guy in your twenties?". I posted this question to the Bear and the Brain. The brain said in the 20's mos def, the Bear replied "I don't know, I was really a bulls fan as a child". Which brings me to the second point of my post.
Bandwagoners. Don't be one Mavs fans.Of course we all remember that perverted request a few years back when Williams came to the Spurs headquarters general management team (aka the West Lowden Mafia) and asked for membership privileges to the club.
He said all the right things too. "Solid character, team defense, winning before the individual".
Membership Denied.
It was quite awkward too, the sexual equivalent of being hit on by a drunk butch lesbian. Kinda of nice the opportunity was presented, but still we knew it was a temporary request only to be forgotten the next time a mustached pink taco walked by.
So hold strong Mavs fans because if there is anything losing to the Golden Showers taught me, it's that you can only truly experience a championship as a fan, if you've experienced big man being mouth-ass penetrated by Mullein and Hardaway. Or Jackson and Davis.
Bear. Please post the keg winning victory video of the spurs defeating the mavericks in OT on the Parker tear-drop (March 2003) so these guys can remember what it looks like to celebrate a victory.
Go Spurs Go!
Monday, May 07, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Is there any player more thug than Stephen `Fetus Eater' Jackson? Though this series has been tough to watch, I thought you guys would like the following text exchanges with a former FW Star-Telegram Sports guy:AW: Stephen Jackson started the Crips
RE: They kicked him out, he was too hardcore
AW: Stephen Jackson killed 2Pac.
RE: 2Pac killed himself because he was afraid of Stephen Jackson.
AW: Stephen Jackson's first toy: Machete
RE: Second toy, 2 days later: New machete to replace dull machete
Notables:
* Stephen Jackson was alone in a dark alley once and had to shoot himself in self-defense.
* The real Axis of Evil is Stephen Jackson, Stephen Jackson and Stephen Jackson.
* Stephen Jackson powders his hands with Anthrax
Fellas,
Obviously I have not posted in a while. About four plus months actually. I have not felt comfortable around everyone, but I want to take this opportunity to get some things off my chest. For starters, I want to let everyone know that I am writing this email in a tone that I would address a brother with. Meaning, I need to clear the air, and I don't plan to lose any friends because of this.
Since our last night together, I had really hoped that time would eventually heal my pride. But all that has happened is that I resigned myself to the fact that I was not going to be at any group functions for a long while. And then something funny happened last week.
You all know me. Which is to say you know I am messy and cheap. So last weekend in Vegas, when Eleah and I were getting ready to go out, i was putting on my nicest pants and emptied my pockets in the process. Of course I don't like to go out big too often so the last time I wore these slacks was our last night in Chicago. And of course, I did not get them dry cleaned so everything from then was there.
So you can imagine my surprise to find the Japana receipt crumpled, torn but still readable in my pocket. When I realized what it was I did not inspect it immediately because, honestly, I loathe my memories of that night. I have not forgotten how I was isolated, ostracized and embarrassed by my best friends.
The images of my friends fighting me, slapping me and screaming into the faces of the girls I had just asked to be in my wedding, have stuck with me. (On a side note, did no one realize that my plan was to propose to eleah only two weeks before this Chicago trip so that I could tell everyone face to face and ask everyone face to face to be in my wedding, including the girls there that night - girls Eleah grew up with?)
So I put the receipt away and forgot about it.
Until today when I did my work expense statement for my trip to Vegas. I looked at the tab, looked at the math and tried to make sense of it. There was just one item I could not figure out on that tab, a phrase called "MIN DIFEREN". So I called Japana and said I had a business meeting there a few weeks back and had to identify for accounting the meaning of this phrase.
The manager informed me that because we had a reservation for the lobby, there was a minimum charge of 75 dollars per person. (Sound Familiar?). So the "MIN DIFEREN" was the amount needed to be charged to reach $75 times the number of people in our party.
I then told him we were aware of that, BUT because the waitress was so slow and poor that night a lot of us open up tabs at the bar (Which I did do like many of my friends). He informed me that the bar tab should have counted against the required $75, especially because the service was under par. He then asked if I had my bar receipt but alas I do not. And that is not the important part to me. This is the important part...
Total required to be reached by Japana = 75 * 16 = $1200 (Note they added one extra person because they knew we were drunk idiots)
Total of "MIN DIFEREN" = $727
Total on Tab that was not directly mine or Faust's (think Moet faust) = $ 313
NOTE: $ 313 for 5 girls plus some beers and whiskeys which I know was not their's.
No one lied.
No one over charged.
Everyone paid there fair part.
We were just too stupid drunk to read the tab and inform them that due to their service we opened up bar tabs. (Plus they added one extra person)
The result? We blamed the people we did not know and punished one of our own for being the immediate contact.
That was wrong. Rarely in my life have I been treated like that. And never have I been treated like that by my best friends. I hope we never do it again because it has fucked with my mind and put significant distance around myself.
So when I came home after Chicago and saw the videos from Jan 2nd, with everyone playing grab ass in the hotel, I could not believe it. First we all act that way, then we act like it did not even happen. That hurt.
Cause it did happen. It was wrong and you can all go fuck yourselves.
But you all are my closest friends. And I don't plan on losing a single friend because of this. I just needed to let you all know how I felt.
ps. I could not get to kinkos but will go and email the pdf of the receipt to anyone who wants it.
Obviously I have not posted in a while. About four plus months actually. I have not felt comfortable around everyone, but I want to take this opportunity to get some things off my chest. For starters, I want to let everyone know that I am writing this email in a tone that I would address a brother with. Meaning, I need to clear the air, and I don't plan to lose any friends because of this.
Since our last night together, I had really hoped that time would eventually heal my pride. But all that has happened is that I resigned myself to the fact that I was not going to be at any group functions for a long while. And then something funny happened last week.
You all know me. Which is to say you know I am messy and cheap. So last weekend in Vegas, when Eleah and I were getting ready to go out, i was putting on my nicest pants and emptied my pockets in the process. Of course I don't like to go out big too often so the last time I wore these slacks was our last night in Chicago. And of course, I did not get them dry cleaned so everything from then was there.
So you can imagine my surprise to find the Japana receipt crumpled, torn but still readable in my pocket. When I realized what it was I did not inspect it immediately because, honestly, I loathe my memories of that night. I have not forgotten how I was isolated, ostracized and embarrassed by my best friends.
The images of my friends fighting me, slapping me and screaming into the faces of the girls I had just asked to be in my wedding, have stuck with me. (On a side note, did no one realize that my plan was to propose to eleah only two weeks before this Chicago trip so that I could tell everyone face to face and ask everyone face to face to be in my wedding, including the girls there that night - girls Eleah grew up with?)
So I put the receipt away and forgot about it.
Until today when I did my work expense statement for my trip to Vegas. I looked at the tab, looked at the math and tried to make sense of it. There was just one item I could not figure out on that tab, a phrase called "MIN DIFEREN". So I called Japana and said I had a business meeting there a few weeks back and had to identify for accounting the meaning of this phrase.
The manager informed me that because we had a reservation for the lobby, there was a minimum charge of 75 dollars per person. (Sound Familiar?). So the "MIN DIFEREN" was the amount needed to be charged to reach $75 times the number of people in our party.
I then told him we were aware of that, BUT because the waitress was so slow and poor that night a lot of us open up tabs at the bar (Which I did do like many of my friends). He informed me that the bar tab should have counted against the required $75, especially because the service was under par. He then asked if I had my bar receipt but alas I do not. And that is not the important part to me. This is the important part...
Total required to be reached by Japana = 75 * 16 = $1200 (Note they added one extra person because they knew we were drunk idiots)
Total of "MIN DIFEREN" = $727
Total on Tab that was not directly mine or Faust's (think Moet faust) = $ 313
NOTE: $ 313 for 5 girls plus some beers and whiskeys which I know was not their's.
No one lied.
No one over charged.
Everyone paid there fair part.
We were just too stupid drunk to read the tab and inform them that due to their service we opened up bar tabs. (Plus they added one extra person)
The result? We blamed the people we did not know and punished one of our own for being the immediate contact.
That was wrong. Rarely in my life have I been treated like that. And never have I been treated like that by my best friends. I hope we never do it again because it has fucked with my mind and put significant distance around myself.
So when I came home after Chicago and saw the videos from Jan 2nd, with everyone playing grab ass in the hotel, I could not believe it. First we all act that way, then we act like it did not even happen. That hurt.
Cause it did happen. It was wrong and you can all go fuck yourselves.
But you all are my closest friends. And I don't plan on losing a single friend because of this. I just needed to let you all know how I felt.
ps. I could not get to kinkos but will go and email the pdf of the receipt to anyone who wants it.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
hello all,
sorry i haven't posted, emailed, phoned, telegraphed, etc... i'm stacking some pictures for all to see. i had a nice little moustache going, but decided it wasn't for me. i realized i'm all or nothing where facial hair is concerned.
here's a music video, from our favorite swedish dj eric prydz
http://www.internetdj.com/watch_video.php?op=watch&mediaid=15089
hope the link worked. if not, the video "call on me" is a must watch.
we should definitely start planning our new year's get together. i know it seems early but that will likely be my first opportunity to see y'all. it makes me sick thinking about all the fun you boys are having without me. i'll catch up in no time...
anxiously awaiting debauchery with you all,
marc
sorry i haven't posted, emailed, phoned, telegraphed, etc... i'm stacking some pictures for all to see. i had a nice little moustache going, but decided it wasn't for me. i realized i'm all or nothing where facial hair is concerned.
here's a music video, from our favorite swedish dj eric prydz
http://www.internetdj.com/watch_video.php?op=watch&mediaid=15089
hope the link worked. if not, the video "call on me" is a must watch.
we should definitely start planning our new year's get together. i know it seems early but that will likely be my first opportunity to see y'all. it makes me sick thinking about all the fun you boys are having without me. i'll catch up in no time...
anxiously awaiting debauchery with you all,
marc
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