I was texting with Eddy Zucko today about the fight between Manny Pacquiao and Oscar De La Hoya (which I recapped here) and I was telling him about how I needed an Oscar victory because the rest of my sports life absolutely sucks. I told him that the SF Giants were terrible, the 49ers were awful, the Warriors might be the most dysfunctional team in basketball, and that all I had left was Oscar De La Hoya and Hulk Hogan. And then I remembered that my favorite fighter Chuck Liddell got his head knocked off in his most recent fight. Then he texted me back that Hulk Hogan sucked. So really, all I had was Oscar. And Oscar broke my heart. Actually, maybe Manny Pacquaio broke my heart. He sure broke Oscar’s. It was a dismantling.
How many of you can say that you’ve had your picture taken with someone who is on your top ten list? You know who is number 1A on my top ten list. She sits right atop this blog in my banner. She has blond hair. And packs junk in her trunk like she’s moving across town. Well, you can’t see that part. But there’s someone in that top ten list of mine that I recently took a picture with. Let me explain it a bit.
I was out at a Strikeforce show with my buddy Cactus Jim and his girlfriend Jan. Jan had the hookup and we had great seats. We were there early so some of the fighters were walking around the arena. Jim pointed at Randy Couture and he was probably less than 15 feet away from us. I’m not usually the star gazing type, but I thought it was cool. I wasn’t going to go shake his hand or chit chat with him. He’s a busy man and it doesn’t change my life any to get some words of wisdom from the man. And this is a guy who I enjoy watching in the cage. And then Jim pointed again and said, “There’s Gina.” And I knew he wasn’t talking about my cousin Gina.