I believe I have officially gone through each and every post I’ve ever written and fixed them for this site. I have an interesting imagination.

Here are some of the posts that are better than the rest.

We played basketball for Togos. Twice. I logged the four parter.

Togos Part 1
Togos Part 2
Togos Part 3
Togos Part 4

I actually said that Fantasia was horrible on American Idol.

My so-called night with Dave Meltzer (no homo).

Brandon Nakamoto is born.

We went to see a wrestling show, while I stared at Trish’s glutes.

I actually quoted TCS in one of my Idol reviews. (Shaking my head in disgust)

Pat Tillman, the hero.

My favorite picture, maybe of all time.

A little sarcasm.

If I were to have dinner with 4 of my favorite people in the world, this would be them.

My interview with Young Randall.

My love for Beverly Hills 90210 shows no boundaries. Like 10,000 words on why I love 90210.

For those who I’ve confided in for the last 6 months of so, it would be no surprise to them when I say that 2005 has been the single worst year emotionally for me in my life. The ups are there, but the downs are trying to kick my ass. I’m working on it though, and I think that I’m on the upswing. I never expected life to be easy, and my mentality has been that my downs are life experiences that are just necessary in my personal growth. This isn’t going to be a venting post or anything, but with Thanksgiving just over, and Christmas yet to come, it was easy for me to look back and see how life has changed in such a short time.

Before I go any further, thanks to the following folks (other than the obvious friends and family) for listening to my gripes over the last few months. KEU, CC, MJH, C (the OG), AP, and PT. Much appreciated.

The one guy who I’ve missed during this time is Celmatic. He’s the type of friend who isn’t afraid to hurt your feelings in order to tell you you’re wrong, and at the same time, has your back. But I did get to hang out with him this week alongside Mate Nagat’s cousin JJ, and Filipino Heat. There were many gems voiced that night, many I’m not comfortable cataloging here, but the best one had to be when Celmatic said that in order to cure a yeast infection, women need to drink cranberry juice.

One more thing before I cut loose. Even though I’m in a thankful mood, TCS can still eat a fattie. Carry on.

• Thanks to MTV for giving me Andrea (Making Of The Band), Aubrey (same), and Mel (Real World: Austin), my young tenderonies.

  • Thanks to lively mother in laws. Mine especially. She loves to party, and does so with those half her age, including this one below. They’re real, except with huge silicone implants put in according to my mother in law.
  
  

This is who my mother in law rolls with

• Thanks to my Golden State Warriors who at least will be competitive this year. After watching the Giants play .500 ball and the 49ers play for next year, it’s been rough.




• Thanks to Turbo and Ozone for creating classical cinema like Breakin’ and Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo.




• Thanks to The Cosby Show for giving my kids something else to laugh at other than Spongebob Square Pants.




• Thanks to Stevie Wonder for still making music.




• Thanks to Eddie Guerrero for the memories.




• Thanks to roller rinks for allowing my mom and her brothers and sisters, relive their youth.




• Thanks to the speed bag for developing my fast hands and the heavy bag for developing the thump.




• Thanks to my iPod and my Sirius radio for helping me with my 75 mile one way commute.




• Thanks to a big family of people who understand you and don’t take anything negative you say to them in 2005 to heart.




• And lastly, thanks to Carol for giving me the two greatest people in my life. My luchadors. My ninja turtles. My boys.

Double Bri and Double J sandwiching their cousin, the Ry guy

Though I didn’t do an audio show this week because of the holidays (and yes, I was hopeful of having time), I had a request to put links up to all the shows this year, including the last two recent ones which weren’t linked here.

The last show we did featured guest host Double J. Eddie Guerrero had just passed and JJ talks about Eddie (sort of), and then gets a little crazy. You can hear it here.

The show before that might have been the single shining moment in the radio career of Young Randall Bartholomew. Though his radio career only spans a few Wrestlecast shows and one previous Fantasy Football show, this was golden. I can still see him smiling. This show was sort of a mid season wrap up show. You can hear it here.

I’m going to try to get Young Randall back on with me right before the playoffs so we can say goodbye to 4 teams and preview what could happen in the wacky playoffs.

Here are the rest of the shows we’ve done.

Booshit Radio Show 6
Booshit Radio Show 5
Booshit Radio Show 4
Booshit Radio Show 3.
Booshit Radio Show 2
Booshit Radio Show 1 (the draft show)

It’s like no matter how less real this show becomes, the more I get to watch it. You can thank Tivo for most of it as I get to watch the show in a span of what seems like 15 minutes. I fast forward through commercials and also through the utter crap. This season was a good one, better than the last few like San Diego and London. The premise has become very clear. Put 7 young people in a house, who have never been independent in their entire lives and give them access to booze, reasons to have sex, and the ability to hate each other and there you go. This season had nearly too many story arcs. So many that each episode had more drama than some of the other seasons combined. But in the end, it seemed like the drama was less real, and more set up and fake, but that’s reality TV for you.

After the finale was over, I had a few thoughts.

Wes is the angriest red-head since Yosemite Sam. I have no idea why that young man is so angry, why he drinks until he can not walk, and why he doesn’t just accept that a white male with a rice bowl haircut and zero personality isn’t supposed to pretend he’s a lady’s man. He wasn’t. He was the anti-lady’s man.

Hottest Plain Girl Ever

Rachel wasn’t necessarily the stereotypical chick that they usually put on the show, but she sure as hell reminded me of folks I know. From her antogonizing behavior to her real dilemma of staying with her man or hooking up with another guy while her man was staying at the house, she was pretty much the only real character on the show. And I’m not sure why I think this is the biggest story of the entire season, but stay with me. I mean you had Danny getting his face busted in. You had Danny’s mother passing away. You had Johanna and Nehemiah going to jail. You had Wes flipping out and striking and screaming at a woman two episodes in a row. However, the biggest story in my mind was Mel’s belly in the last episode. Was she pregnant? That was no normal belly. I’ve called her the finest plain girl I’ve ever seen in my life. And that she was. But she had the belly of a 5 month old pregnant women on the last episode and I just didn’t see the evolution of that belly throughout. I need outtakes.

How much further can they take this show? Will we ever see a Real World Brooklyn? What about a Real World Beverly Hills? Imagine the entire cast of 90210 making a guest appearance? That might be the highest rated episode in the history of the show. Or at least in my household.

For the chick factor, I’d say Mel was a 9. Plainfully pretty. Dimples. Skinny, but nice set of floodpuckers. Best chance out of the four of staying out of the Real World Road Rules Challenge show. Johanna was maybe a 7. I didn’t think she was all that smart or necessarily all that pretty. But she had a different look. A more ethnic type look than you’re used to on the show and that made her stand out. And so did the J. Lo accent. Rachel was a 5 as she wasn’t all that attractive and Lacy was like a 4. Not only wasn’t she attractive, but she was the mole of the show. That woman was the gossip queen. Overall, good season. I have no idea where they are going next, but just don’t come to Gilroy.

Last week, along with two young boys in tow, I went to the Oakland Coliseum (I’m not sure what they call it now, but it will always be that to me) to see my beloved Warriors take on the Bucks from Milwaukee. I won’t say how I got these great seats, as even though I’m inclined to shout out those that made it possible, but for the first three quarters, me and my boys sat in the second row on the floor. Then we moved to right under the Warriors basket. I had cheerleaders at my feet we were so close. We even got on television. Right at the end of the third quarter, a camera man came toward us while Double Bri was holding up his Thunder doll. Double J was a little shy so he was holding on to me tightly, but Double Bri was shaking his Thunder into the camera and I found out later by watching the game, that for about 10 seconds, we were on TV.

Quit Sitting On My Shoes Please

Watching the Warriors was very hard on this night. It reminded me of watching a less than athletic college team simply try to outshoot a more athletic team. However, the Warriors are really athletic. Instead of attacking the bucket, they were relying on three point shots. It was as if they were only looking to shoot that shot. On the other hand, Milwaukee was dumping the ball inside to Jamal McGloire and Joe Smith and guys were cutting to the basket. It was really a beautiful thing. TJ Ford is too small to survive for many years, but he’s quick and he’s creative. And I’ll give Michael Redd some credit. I never saw him as much more than a shooter, but watching him live gave me a different impression. He creates his own shot, can get his shot up whenever he wants with a lightning quick release, and actually goes to the bucket. I was impressed.

Um, go to the hole? Please?

The Warriors are going to have a tough time beating good teams if they simply let them fly all the time. When they need a bucket in crunch time, who are they going to go to? There’s no semblance of a post game and as my old coach used to tell me, the money is in the middle. He even started singing to the same tune of the old Monie Love song Monie In The Middle. He used to sing, “Money in the middle, where it at? In the middle.” Troy Murphy scores most of his points from 15 feet away and Adonal Foyle just doesn’t score. Maybe when they get Ike Diogu back, it will be different, but then again, he is a rookie.

There are some interesting things you can see while you’re so up close that I probably wouldn’t have noticed if I were sitting in the normal people seats. Here’s a list.

1. Joe Smith was wearing nylons. Yes, this man was wearing man nylons. I’m not sure if he thought it was cold. Maybe he thought it looked sexy. But he wore them. And he wore them well. Almost like he was very comfortable in them.

Joe’s Man Nylons

1. Since when did Toni Kukoc turn 75 years old? It was less than 10 years ago that he was winning titles with MJ and Scottie right? Does he have some aging disease? Did he fake that he was so young back in the day? Someone needs to answer this for me. I’m worried that having someone 75 years old running up and down the court might not be good for the league.




2. Baron Davis not only chews gum the entire game, but he sure does make some ugly faces. He wasn’t getting many calls and he continued to berate one of the refs and gave him some of the best gas faces you’ll ever see. The nose was wrenched up into his forehead with his eyebrows raised and piercing. Quite a site to see.




3. Andrew Bogut might be physically assaulted by another player this year. I think he brings several good things to the table. The man knows how to rebound. I watched him pick and choose his spots, read the ball off the rim, and quickly beat other guys to the spots. He can also get up a little bit and is more athletic than I gave him credit for. But he may be beaten up for being such a punk. He was crying for calls in meaningless points in the game. He was grimacing and staring at other players for no reason. And when he dunked, he stammered back down court like he was the only man who had ever dunked in the history of the game.

The 75 Year Old Man – Toni Kukoc

1. The Warriors may give me a heart attack. They play so well at times, and so badly at others. But they will need to play much better if they expect to make the playoffs. Let’s hope that it happens. Viva Los Warriors~!