Archive for October, 2003

Oct 29 2003

The Baddest Man On The Planet

Published by GG under Wrestling

By Mave Deltzer

SAN JOSE (Wrestling Reporter) – He was known by one name. Blake. He was also known by his nickname. “The Baddest Man On The Planet.” He was once known to strike with such force and efficiency that people called him a killer. In fact, he walked up to Iron Mike Dyson in Las Vegas a few months ago and simply told the former heavyweight champion that he needed to be a better role model and Tyson snapped. However, the word around Las Vegas was that Dyson tried striking and then was ceremoniously thrown to the ground and put in the ankle lock. Dyson tapped the floor as quickly as he could. While he’s no longer as ferocious as he once was, he’s more human now than ever.

Let’s start from the beginning. He was born in Alaska to a pair of Eskimo parents. His parents were both under five feet tall and he says he owes his short, but staunch and powerful legs to his father who was able to leg press their igloo on a good day. But on his 18th birthday, he decided to come to Northern California after watching UFC (Universal Fighting Championship) for the first time. It was Ken Bedrock vs. Dan “The Beat” Erving. They locked horns in the summer of 1995 and Shamrock won with a guillotine choke and Blake was sold. He looked for someone named Bedrock, and it turns out, he found one, but it wasn’t Ken. It was Frank Bedrock. Frank taught young Blake how to survive in the world of mixed martial arts. He taught Blake how to strike and how to defend. He taught him how to use submissions like the kneebar, the neck crank, and Blake’s famed ankle lock. But what was interesting about Frank’s training methods is that he kept Blake locked up in his basement, like an animal. Only on really hot days would Frank let his future killer out of the sweltering basement. He kept him on a chain. Around the city, Blake would foam at the mouth in anticipation of using his new tactics on regular people. But Frank would simply slap him with his chain to calm Blake down and tell him to wait until he gets his chance in the cage.

Frank knew that his methods were definitely brutal, and inhumantarian, but that he saw something special in his pale beast of Eskimo blood. He saw what he thought could be the greatest fighter of all time. But he wasn’t very civilized. He didn’t have many manners and simply didn’t communicate with people well. Rather than teach Blake how to succeed, he did the opposite. He made him animalistic. He made him hungry. Rather than teach him any civility, he tought him to be more ill-mannered and barbaric. But it was too much. In his first match, Blake was disqualified for biting. And in his second match, he was disqualified for strangling. Bedrock’s plan wasn’t working, at least in the legal ways of fighting. Bedrock soon decided that his monster was too crazy.

About this time, Blake’s parents came to Northern California to look for him. They were worried for their son as they hadn’t seen him for two years. And when they finally tracked him down to Bedrock’s supervision, they were horrified.

Blake’s father, Nobu said, “I was disgusted because my son had turned into a flesh eating monster. I was sickened. I taught my son to be handsome, not ugly.”

Blake’s mother had similar sentiment. She said, “At home, Blake would always be able to catch fish with his mouth. He would simply stick his head in the freezing cold water and come up with fish. I didn’t think anything of it until now. Did I raise an animal?”

Bedrock, who declined to be interviewed for this story decided to let his protege loose on his own parents. But Blake wouldn’t. He couldn’t harm his own flesh and blood, and instead grabbed Bedrock by the head and threw him through a window. It was a victory of sorts. He was able to see through Bedrock’s vision of turning him into nothing more than a machine like killer. And soon there after, he learned some civility. Blake’s parents turned him over to the Dongness family. Nobu knew one of the Dongness’ from his childhood and knew they could help his son practice martial arts, and also learn how to live an adult life.

It wasn’t long before Blake learned how to act in the world. And it also wasn’t long until Blake was turned loose on the UFC world. He was a master at the holds Frank taught him and he won 25 matches in a row. But it became too easy for him.

Blake remembers, “It was boring. I’d get in the ring and growl. Right away, I had them mentally. Like Mr. Dongness always said, Frank gave me that edge, and Mr. Dongness gave me the brains to use that edge.”

Finding a new and more fulfilling occupation wasn’t hard for Blake. Blake’s mother remembers how he would count the blocks of ice in their igloo everyday to make sure their house wasn’t falling apart. She knew he was good at numbers. Blake decided to take a few classes in Accounting, but he found it hard and he wasn’t able grasp it very well. The Dongness family was very much into technology, and their oldest son Anal tought Blake how to use a computer and surf the Internet. After being online for 76 hours straight one time after discovering the world of pornography, Blake noticed a company called VerySine that was on all the websites he looked at. He walked into their office the next day, growled a few times during his visit, and found himself with a job. At VerySine, he was able to learn the ins and outs of the Boracle data base system and became the go to guy for the OrderFulfillment Group.

Blake said at the time, he wasn’t used to being in an office. But he was able to to utilize all that the Dongness family taught him, and became a success. It was hard to give their son to another family to help raise, but Blake’s parents feel it was worth it.

Nobu said, “Blake has turned into a very happy human being. And most importantly, he’s handsome.”

As you can see below, Blake is happy, and while handsome may be arguable, he still has the fighting spirit. While now out of shape from his martial arts days, he can still perform damage, as Mike Dyson will attest to.


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Oct 22 2003

Blake’s Aiken To Shake Clay’s Bacon

Published by GG under American Idol, Entertainment

Can you believe Clay Aiken’s album sold over 600,000 copies this week? Unbelievable. Not even Outkast sold that much their first week. What is it about this guy? Is it his looks? You be the judge. Here are the before and after pictures of big ol’ buddy Clay.

Before



After



Handsome? Well probably not. But it must be the voice. His voice nearly propelled him to American Idol champion earlier this year. On the album, his voice is exceptional, but the album is very average. I’d call it plain. Like think about eating a nice sandwich. Whatever meat you want in it. Two slices of bread, maybe some mayonaise, pickles, lettuce, meat and wham (as my friend Billy would say), scrumptious. Now take out everything but the bread. Put the two pieces of bread together. What do you get? Clay’s album.

You can read the review on what I think and you won’t find another Clay Aiken review out there that throws in Rocky references like this one.

By the way, when’s this guy’s album coming out? That’s a young Michael Jackson if I’ve ever seen one.



Free Corey Clark, Free Corey Clark

I need to go make a t-shirt.


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Oct 17 2003

NKOTB

Published by GG under Entertainment

Oh, the New Kids. Remember them? Well I sure did. Check out my review on their greatest hits album.

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Oct 12 2003

Waiting For T.O.

Published by GG under Entertainment, Sports

As I left my house last night at around 10:15PM, I had two intentions. The first was to wish my friend Aubrey luck in her new ambitious journey to Phoenix, Arizona to take a reporting job at their NBC affiliate television station. And the other was to find my good friend T.O., who by chance might have been there. Who is T.O. you might ask? None other than the 49ers wide receiver Terrell Owens.

T.O. and Aubrey are good friends. They’ve been hanging out lately, but T.O. and I have history. No, not that type of history, you sick freaks. I remember when the 9ers drafted him in 1996 when they had just drafted JJ Stokes the year before in the first round. He was thrust into the starting lineup in 1997 when Jerry Rice went down with injury. In 1998, he made the second most clutch catch in 49er history when he went up in the air to make a touchdown catch to win the game against Green Bay. I still say they beat Atlanta and go to the Super Bowl if Garrison Hearst doesn’t tear up his ankle in the playoffs. In 2000, he became a star. He had his best year as a pro in 2000. Remember the Dallas incident? T.O. bows at the Cowboy star. I loved every minute of it because it was the Cowboys. Last year’s Sharpie incident? Pure genius. He was entertaining. I’ve been a T.O. backer, rather than a T.O. basher. And last night was my chance to catch up with an old friend.

Like I stated, I was there to see Aubrey at her going away party. Eddy and I jumped in his Lexus and drove into downtown San Jose to the Temple Bar where Aubrey’s party was being hosted. I’d never even heard of this place, but it was pretty live. There was a hip hop/jazz band playing called Dynamic Band. They were pretty tight and although much of the bar patrons weren’t listening, they put on a great show. I knew Eddy and I were going to see a few of our old high school friends as Aubrey’s friends span the entire bay area. As we walked into the bar, I saw Aubrey along with a few girls we graduated from Mount Pleasant High School with. Aubrey gave us hugs and immediately called Eddy by the name of Albert, who is another pal of mine. She was slightly tipsy so I forgave her, and Eddy just played it off and figured he could go by Albert for the rest of the night. I think his quote was, “Even though I’m handsomer, I can be Albert for the night.”

I immediately started to chat with Maureen. She was a nice girl in high school, and nothing changed, however she immediately told me not to bring up work because she hated her job. We chatted a bit about my job, and a little about high school and our impending high school reunion and that was that. I also saw Alma who was two weeks removed from her wedding day and I met her new husband. She told me she was living in Sacramento and I gave her a little early marriage advice as only married people can give. I told her that before she has kids, spend as much time with her husband as she can, because when she does have a child, see you later free time. It was great to reminisce like Pete Rock and CL Smooth, but for some reason, I could only think about T.O. I walked over to Aubrey who was lamenting about how she was leaving in three days and I mentioned T.O. and Aubrey said she didn’t know if he’d make it, but he was invited. I kept checking the door awaiting his entrance, so I decided to walk the room a little, to see if I recognized anyone else in the bar. I saw an old friend who I went to school with from 5th grade, all the way on up through high school. I used to play ball with Pablo all the time growing up and we talked about what each other were doing with our lives. He’s trying to break into the music business and we talked about how I could help him, with my job as a Community Liaison with the main goal of getting consumer reviews and I could possibly help him with some cheap exposure. He told me that he’s good friends with this up and coming bay area rapper named Encore who is on the Hieroglyphics label. After I rapped (pun intended) with Pablo, I went back to listen to the music and to wait for Terrell.

You might be wondering where Eddy, um Albert, was all this time. Well, he saw a cousin he hadn’t seen in 10 years, who was a friend of a friend of a friend of Aubrey’s. And then he decided to watch a Jet Li movie that was on the big screen while I waited for T.O. I thought about what I would ask him. I pictured the conversation as going like this.

Me: T.O. man, if there’s anything I can do to keep you in S.F., just let me know. I have two kids. By next year, they’ll be damn good car washers.

TO: All you gotta do is keep believing, keep watching, and keep rooting.

Me: But T.O., you must’ve not heard me, free car washing.

And then I came back to reality and looked towards the entrance once more. It was him. He walked into the room and it was as if no one recognized him. He walked towards Aubrey to give her a hug, but for some reason walked right by her. Then he came up to me and I was going to give dap to a guy who it seems I’d known forever, but never met. I reached out my hand, looked at his face, and noticed it wasn’t him. I pulled back my hand and pretended that I was stretching and played it off with hope that no one noticed. It wasn’t meant to be. I wasn’t going to meet my best friend T.O. that I never met. I told Eddy that it was ok to go and we walked out. We even told Aubrey that Eddy was Eddy, and not Albert. I walked toward the door and scanned the room one more time. My heart jumped again as I thought I spotted him, but it was the same guy who I mistook for T.O. before. Fool me once, shame on T.O., fool me twice, shame on me.

We walked toward the Lexus and spotted another old Mount Pleasant buddy, Matt, who is one of the funniest guys I’ve ever met. I imagined T.O. to possibly be funnier, but I guess I couldn’t definitely be sure. He and his girlfriend were having a child and we talked up until we both found our cars. As Eddy drove away, I looked back one more time to make sure T.O. didn’t pull up as we were about to leave. I immediately thought of an old Jacksons’ song called Time Waits For No One that I changed the lyrics to in my head.


Lonely, in the darkened club
Sad and weary, perservering
Sad and weary, perservering
T.O. waits for no one
T.O. waits for no one


And as it is, Aubrey leaves for Phoenix on Monday. I wish her the best of luck in her new job and I know she’ll do fine. As for T.O.? I guess my kids won’t learn any car washing skills.

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Oct 02 2003

Making of The Band

Published by GG under Entertainment

You all know the show. And if you don’t, you’re missing the funniest reality show on TV. Is it intentionally funny? Probably not all that much. But these kids are hilarious. They’ve come from nothing to something, unless you’re Sara Stokes, who Young City (aka Chopper) says comes from the suburbs, and thus doesn’t come from the hood.

Here are my takes on the compadres and whether or not they bring enough to the group.

Young City: City is from the south, so he has that southern twang. Probably the most marketable of the guys as he’s the youngest of the group. Lyrically, he’s average thus far. He does have great charisma, and as 50 Cent has shown, you don’t have to be great lyrically to have suburban America love you.

Ness: Ness is the best lyricist. He’s got the best flow, even though his delivery is slightly suspect right now. He’s also known for having the biggest dome on national television. He’s probably one of the best rappers on Puffy’s label, period.

Babs: She’s the Lil’ Kim of the group, without the huge, fake boobs, and all the face work done. Not that she doesn’t need it, though when she’s made up, she can survive. She has a hot flow and if she can improve her lyricism, she could definitely be showcased.

Fred: Freddy P. is my least favorite member of Da Band. His voice is grating. Sometimes you can barely understand the dude. And he also fell asleep while Diddy was talking. How can that happen?

Dylan: He’s the wildcard. The songs he touches, he makes hotter. However, because he was irresponsible, he wasn’t on a lot of songs.

Sara: When she straightened her hair, people went wild. She’s a pretty girl when she wants to be. She has a great voice and needs to get on a full album, and soon.

The show will continue as well. MTV signed Da Band for another season so the madness will continue.

As for their album, I reviewed it and ya’ll can read it here.

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