What am i reffering to? Not Christmas I can promise you that. I'm talking about the upcoming football season. With the week opener no more than two weeks away, its now safe to ask: "Are you ready for some football!" And its also safe for you to say, "yes." Because with the upcoming season comes potential for greatness like we haven't seen on the gridiron in years; especially in the bay area.
The Raiders still aren't anybodies Superbowl favorites, but they certainly are much, much improved from last year. The acquisition of Jason Campbell gives them a pass threat they haven't even come close to seeing since their last Superbowl trip 8 years ago. They have young, incredibly talented wide recievers and running backs in the likes of Darren McFadden, Louis Murphy, Darrius Heyward-Bey, and Michael Bush. The offensive line ... ehh its been better but its most definately not worse than last year. But I am a firm believer in the need to move on from failures before you can meet up with success, and it looks like the Raiders are moving in the right direction by cutting the infamously bad, dissappointing, slacking JaMarcus Russel a.k.a. JaMarcus Hustle (nickname adopted when the raiders made him the highest paid rookie at the time, right before they realized he had no drive to win). Now all they need to do is get rid of Robert Gallery and they could make playoffs.
Time to discuss the team on the other side of the bay waters; the San Francisco 49ers. Its no secret this is my favorite football team but ill try to keep personal spin out of the equation. The Niners biggest problems last year was a combination of poor quarterback play and a poor offensive line. What have they done to improve upon those subjects? Well first off they drafted great talent at the offensive line with the first round selections of Anthony Davis and Mike Iupati. These two are absolute beasts and will greatly improve the offensive line as a whole in run and pass blocking. But I cant stop thinking about the quarterback situation. Alex Smith will be starting at QB for the Niners this season and I believe the scars on top of my head are starting to heal from all the head scratching this decision has caused me. Giving Alex Smith back the starting position is like bringing back the XFL. It didn't work then, why would it now? But there is obviously something the coaching staff must like because why else would he still be there? (Oh yeah, I forgot about the 16 million we still owe him in guaranteed money to pay him whether he plays or not.) But in all fairness, he hasn't thrown an interception YET in the pre-season and actually played relatively well compared to past performance.
But 49er defence is the best it has been in a very, very, long time. The defence without our MLB Patrick Willis, is still a very good one. Between Nate Clements, Michael Lewis, Takeo Spikes, and Justin Smith, this defense is very good. Plug Patrick into the equation and its great. I predict the first playoff appearence in years from the niners, and a solid 8-8 for the raiders this year.
Thanks for reading.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
AnnaBella
Seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit is a perfect temperature by most standards, and a temperature we think as "normal" or average. When we picture a monotonous day in our inner minds eye, its sunny with a few cotton ball clouds suspending above our heads. Well in Loner Ville, Virginia it is usually like that ,quiet and unnaventful.
Well one day, downtown Loner Ville was having a grand opening of an art galley right off the corner of the town square. It was a futuristic looking place with all sorts of knicks and knacks that only the Mr. and Mrs. Jones's out there driving the latest hybrids would spend any money on. There were purple chandeliers hanging upside down, seemingly balancing from the ground up, big wooden cubes standing five feet tall with hand blown rounded corners. All was well and well was all.
As a Mr. and Mrs. Jones stared blankly at a reflecting, rippling, glass orb, they suddenly heard a faint ringing of police sirens in the background. Mr. Jones stepped outside to listen and smoke a cigarette when he noticed LVPD was setting up a spike strip roughly fifty yards away from the grand opening. It was now when he realized today wasn't going to be like any other that Loner Ville had seen before.
SSKIIIIRRRRRRTTT!
A black truck with fog lights and extended grill tear around the corner, and continue at high speeds straight towards the town square. Time slowed so much that turtles made their destination with time to spare. The truck was making a straight line gaining speed at an alarming rate, until the driver saw the spike strip. By now the black steel avalanche was moving with too much inertia to stop and a last second swerve was all they could do to try to avoid the strip. The truck angled to the left and began tilting right, balancing on two wheels as it rolled onto the sidewalk tearing through patio tables and signs alike. Mr. Jones watches in fright as the police chasing the truck slowed to a stop behind the strip, and saw the truck over correct to the right and begin careening out of control making a loopty-loop of tread marks in its wake.
It was hurtling right towards the art gallery opening. Mr. Jones watched in terror, eyes wide as a deer waiting for the light to come erase him from the universe. The truck plowed straight over him, knocking his cigarette to the curb, then with the back right side plowed through the front window shattering window glass, art pieces, and bones alike then rested in place.
The police stepped out of their car and took positions behind car doors with weapons drawn, ready to take out whoever the insane driver might be. They suspected it could be saw-teeth Jackson, or bull-ball buster Billy. For what seemed like an eternity, policemen and citizens alike were bystanders to a black truck half sticking out of a shop. Smoke oozed from the seems of the hood. Finally, the driver door opened.
What happened next caught everyone by surprise. Someone jumped from the driver door. They stood behind the driver door for a couple seconds, so their face was hidden but there was undoubtedly something noticeably different about this person already. While, the truck was lifted making someone seem shorter while standing next to it, the door only covered from the bellybutton, up. The police chief shouted "FREEZE!!" and it was at that moment everything changed. The vigilante jumped straight up into the air and began to unload hails of MI9 sub machine gun bullets at everyone. Not just the police but bystanders as well. Flipping through the air the assailant continued shooting professionally aimed, short concentrated bursts through humans chests. By the time the assailant had landed they ejected the clips and reloaded their weapons with military accuracy. One by one they all dropped and bled out,(if they weren't killed instantaneously) until there was only one left sprawled out on the ground. The police chief had only been shot once, in the foot. He looked around and saw everyone else had received three rounds in the chest each. He was left alive for some reason, he shed a tear before he remembered about the murderer. Laying on the ground the chief lifted his head up enough to see a person bending over picking up a cigarette that was on the ground but still burning, and began to puff.
When at once, a terrible realization struck him. The assailant stood a staggering 4' tall and had long blonde pigtails. The murderer was a little girl, no older than 8 years old. She lazily made her way to the police chief savoring every second of that cigarette. As the chief laid there still with terror and disbelief the little girl bent down and blasted him with smoke. While the air was still and the town square silent and covered with warm dead corpses, the little girl squatted next to the chief and said "I told them not to fuck with me" and pointed at the line of dead officers that were very much alive and in cover thirty seconds ago. "I left you alive to warn others. My name is AnnaBella and i want my teddy back and i will end anyone who keeps him from me." With one final puff she blasted the police chief again, and once he was done coughing and shooing away the smoke and opened his mouth to ask a question she was gone.
A floodgate of questions opened up in the chiefs mind, Whered she come from? Whose Teddy? and Was that for real or am i hallucinating? He didn't have the answers but he was sure he would find out sooner or later.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
Well one day, downtown Loner Ville was having a grand opening of an art galley right off the corner of the town square. It was a futuristic looking place with all sorts of knicks and knacks that only the Mr. and Mrs. Jones's out there driving the latest hybrids would spend any money on. There were purple chandeliers hanging upside down, seemingly balancing from the ground up, big wooden cubes standing five feet tall with hand blown rounded corners. All was well and well was all.
As a Mr. and Mrs. Jones stared blankly at a reflecting, rippling, glass orb, they suddenly heard a faint ringing of police sirens in the background. Mr. Jones stepped outside to listen and smoke a cigarette when he noticed LVPD was setting up a spike strip roughly fifty yards away from the grand opening. It was now when he realized today wasn't going to be like any other that Loner Ville had seen before.
SSKIIIIRRRRRRTTT!
A black truck with fog lights and extended grill tear around the corner, and continue at high speeds straight towards the town square. Time slowed so much that turtles made their destination with time to spare. The truck was making a straight line gaining speed at an alarming rate, until the driver saw the spike strip. By now the black steel avalanche was moving with too much inertia to stop and a last second swerve was all they could do to try to avoid the strip. The truck angled to the left and began tilting right, balancing on two wheels as it rolled onto the sidewalk tearing through patio tables and signs alike. Mr. Jones watches in fright as the police chasing the truck slowed to a stop behind the strip, and saw the truck over correct to the right and begin careening out of control making a loopty-loop of tread marks in its wake.
It was hurtling right towards the art gallery opening. Mr. Jones watched in terror, eyes wide as a deer waiting for the light to come erase him from the universe. The truck plowed straight over him, knocking his cigarette to the curb, then with the back right side plowed through the front window shattering window glass, art pieces, and bones alike then rested in place.
The police stepped out of their car and took positions behind car doors with weapons drawn, ready to take out whoever the insane driver might be. They suspected it could be saw-teeth Jackson, or bull-ball buster Billy. For what seemed like an eternity, policemen and citizens alike were bystanders to a black truck half sticking out of a shop. Smoke oozed from the seems of the hood. Finally, the driver door opened.
What happened next caught everyone by surprise. Someone jumped from the driver door. They stood behind the driver door for a couple seconds, so their face was hidden but there was undoubtedly something noticeably different about this person already. While, the truck was lifted making someone seem shorter while standing next to it, the door only covered from the bellybutton, up. The police chief shouted "FREEZE!!" and it was at that moment everything changed. The vigilante jumped straight up into the air and began to unload hails of MI9 sub machine gun bullets at everyone. Not just the police but bystanders as well. Flipping through the air the assailant continued shooting professionally aimed, short concentrated bursts through humans chests. By the time the assailant had landed they ejected the clips and reloaded their weapons with military accuracy. One by one they all dropped and bled out,(if they weren't killed instantaneously) until there was only one left sprawled out on the ground. The police chief had only been shot once, in the foot. He looked around and saw everyone else had received three rounds in the chest each. He was left alive for some reason, he shed a tear before he remembered about the murderer. Laying on the ground the chief lifted his head up enough to see a person bending over picking up a cigarette that was on the ground but still burning, and began to puff.
When at once, a terrible realization struck him. The assailant stood a staggering 4' tall and had long blonde pigtails. The murderer was a little girl, no older than 8 years old. She lazily made her way to the police chief savoring every second of that cigarette. As the chief laid there still with terror and disbelief the little girl bent down and blasted him with smoke. While the air was still and the town square silent and covered with warm dead corpses, the little girl squatted next to the chief and said "I told them not to fuck with me" and pointed at the line of dead officers that were very much alive and in cover thirty seconds ago. "I left you alive to warn others. My name is AnnaBella and i want my teddy back and i will end anyone who keeps him from me." With one final puff she blasted the police chief again, and once he was done coughing and shooing away the smoke and opened his mouth to ask a question she was gone.
A floodgate of questions opened up in the chiefs mind, Whered she come from? Whose Teddy? and Was that for real or am i hallucinating? He didn't have the answers but he was sure he would find out sooner or later.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
Friday, July 30, 2010
Father Time
Time, streams never-ending by. It is something that cannot be sped up, stopped, or even slowed. Each "tick" representing innumerable opportunities, stolen away by none other than father time. Father time is the giver and the taker, the landlord and the roommate, the conception and destruction of everything around us. While time is merciless it is also forever giving, when one building goes down, time puts another one up.
Many times have people fought againts it, tried to take control for themselves but every attempt has ended in failure. There is no trial and error approach, because father time controls the trial, but there certainly is error. Error in all of us as humans.
We for some reason are unable to see the impossibilities of altering something controlled by a superior entity, however we continue to try. We get to see the tragedies of the failures of those from before us, yet continue to attempt what they could not do. We're like charging bulls, blindfolded by our greed, our determination, our curiosity, or whatever is driving us towards our goal. And it all will end.
At the same time, this crazy determination as a race to continue doing the impossible, opens many possibilities and though they might not be what we desired, they are there. So, this crazy determination must be what makes us human. What gives us the continued will for improvement. We do not give up.
So it is by our human instincts and determination, that we as a people become just as powerful as father time, for without us, there is no time for him to create. He needs us to give his job purpose, and we need him to keep us in check so we do not destroy our race, for it is the love of money and power that will lead us to destruction. So while father time regulates our path, it is us that gives him life.
Many times have people fought againts it, tried to take control for themselves but every attempt has ended in failure. There is no trial and error approach, because father time controls the trial, but there certainly is error. Error in all of us as humans.
We for some reason are unable to see the impossibilities of altering something controlled by a superior entity, however we continue to try. We get to see the tragedies of the failures of those from before us, yet continue to attempt what they could not do. We're like charging bulls, blindfolded by our greed, our determination, our curiosity, or whatever is driving us towards our goal. And it all will end.
At the same time, this crazy determination as a race to continue doing the impossible, opens many possibilities and though they might not be what we desired, they are there. So, this crazy determination must be what makes us human. What gives us the continued will for improvement. We do not give up.
So it is by our human instincts and determination, that we as a people become just as powerful as father time, for without us, there is no time for him to create. He needs us to give his job purpose, and we need him to keep us in check so we do not destroy our race, for it is the love of money and power that will lead us to destruction. So while father time regulates our path, it is us that gives him life.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Go Giants Go
This upcoming sunday, August 1st, the SF Giants are playing the LA Dodgers in a rivalry that dates back to a time when the Giants and Dodgers both played in the same city. 1889, the first ever championship meeting between the New York Giants and the Brooklyn Dodgers(back then the dodgers were American League). In that series the Giants hulk smashed on the Brooklyn Bombers, taking the series handily six games to three.
Then the very next year in 1890, the Dodgers decided to jump ship and leave the good old American League for, the national league and that was the beginning of the Giants, Dodgers rivalry we know today.
Since then the rivalry has become the most famous proffesional sports rivalry of all time. The Giants-Dodgers matchups are a well documented history that is far too extensive to explain without at least a double-header and three bags of peanuts to explain. Since 1901, these two teams have played each other more often than any other two teams in all of professional sports. Everything from series ending grand slams to assault with a deadly weapon on the mound, nothing is to be considered to outrageous or absurd when these two teams meet.
To this day, every matchup brings us all together. All Giants fans root for the G-men to beat the dodgers and vice versa. And while we all yell and scream at eachother, the umpires, the coaches, the girl talking non-stop johnny brought along to secure a day with a great game and some favor points with the lady. We all get a chance to take a break from the everyday struggles in life, and in a way come together to celebrate our great American history. And the Giants Dodgers rivalry we know today, IS great American history.
Then the very next year in 1890, the Dodgers decided to jump ship and leave the good old American League for, the national league and that was the beginning of the Giants, Dodgers rivalry we know today.
Since then the rivalry has become the most famous proffesional sports rivalry of all time. The Giants-Dodgers matchups are a well documented history that is far too extensive to explain without at least a double-header and three bags of peanuts to explain. Since 1901, these two teams have played each other more often than any other two teams in all of professional sports. Everything from series ending grand slams to assault with a deadly weapon on the mound, nothing is to be considered to outrageous or absurd when these two teams meet.
To this day, every matchup brings us all together. All Giants fans root for the G-men to beat the dodgers and vice versa. And while we all yell and scream at eachother, the umpires, the coaches, the girl talking non-stop johnny brought along to secure a day with a great game and some favor points with the lady. We all get a chance to take a break from the everyday struggles in life, and in a way come together to celebrate our great American history. And the Giants Dodgers rivalry we know today, IS great American history.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Money Doesn't Talk, It Curses.
Money is an incredibly useful tool. When you have a lot of it, people seem to listen to you more. They are more likely to be nice to you and it can buy you a lot of toys.(ie. cars, homes, boats,) So it is a pre-ordained desire to get money, and as much of it as we can get out hands on. Am I lying? We will do anything for money. We'll stand up on stage and perform anything for the right amount of cash. This is exactly why we need to be careful and not loose sight of who we are. Money is paper, but it is vastly more powerful than any foe Batman and Robin ever faced by a long shot. As a matter of fact their foes did what they did for money and power (a.k.a the control of the most money). So how is it that as kids we watch these villains, acknowledge that they are evil and more often than not are looking for a large pay day, but we miss the clue in there. As youngsters it is shown to us the possible evils at least connected with money if not directly caused by it. And many of us still become the villain at some point in our lives, over money.
You starting to feel bad? Don't feel bad because i am just as guilty as all Americans. It seems like we as a whole are addicted. Addicted to the phrase "money talks" and not interested enough in its much wiser cousin saying "the best things in life money can't buy". Like family, true love, and happiness. So I think we should change "money talks" to "money doesn't only talk, it curses".
Thanks for reading you guys!!
Friday, July 23, 2010
TGIF
Friday is my favorite day of the year, every week. I know that concept seems quite odd but think about it. If friday is your favorite day, then at least once a week your going to have a happy day. Almost like having 48 birthdays a year.
But friday isnt special because of anything that happens during the day. Friday is infamous because it preceeds the weekend. As i sit here today i will think about my weekend and all of my commitments keep in it. Theres also a little free time squeezed in there, but its not much to say the least.
Coming up on the end of your friday work day, is a spiritual experience, its a relief. Am I wrong? Everyones looking forward to whatever they havce planned, maybe football, maybe parties. So everyone have fun this weekend, and to each his own.
But friday isnt special because of anything that happens during the day. Friday is infamous because it preceeds the weekend. As i sit here today i will think about my weekend and all of my commitments keep in it. Theres also a little free time squeezed in there, but its not much to say the least.
Coming up on the end of your friday work day, is a spiritual experience, its a relief. Am I wrong? Everyones looking forward to whatever they havce planned, maybe football, maybe parties. So everyone have fun this weekend, and to each his own.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I'm a theif even when im trying to earn my way.
In life there are only a couple ways to get what you want. 1) You can steal it. 2) You can earn it. 3) It can be given to you.
Option number 3 unfortunately, is most definetely a rarity in most peoples cases, so lets focus on the other two. Stealing is illegal, but undoubtedly effective in the short term respect. Its a simple process really. When you see something you want, you reach out and take it. Option number 2 is by far the most popular among the common american to earn their way through life. Earning things comes through days of hard work in which you are rewarded with your paycheck. As far as i know these three methods are the only way to come about possessing something. There are people out there great at their means, some steal. Yes, there are professional thiefs out there, but this option is not for everyone. Consider that the most common place of residence for professional thiefs happens to be state pennitentiary's around the country. There are also great earners. These are the people you hear about in the success stories. The people putting out webinars about proven successful marketing strategies. Basically anyone who has taken something and through hard work has made something out of themselves.
However, the most effective way of generating revenue has got to be a mixture of earnings. You steal and earn. Not stealing in the sense your thinking of it, but having the moxy to reach out into stiff competition to get what it is you want. Then put in the hard work to get it. Where no action would have left you without that opportunity, putting your foot in the door then reaching down to open it has put you in a position that possibly could have gone to other possibly more qualified people.
So in this hard world you have to improvise, take chances and not lay down because the other guy is more qualified. If you think he might do a better job your stealing from yourself. Never underestimate your own skills. So out here in this difficult world im not a professional criminal, however i do what i have to do, to put myself in the heat of competition, and use my accrued skills to pull myself ahead of the others. Thanks for reading.
Option number 3 unfortunately, is most definetely a rarity in most peoples cases, so lets focus on the other two. Stealing is illegal, but undoubtedly effective in the short term respect. Its a simple process really. When you see something you want, you reach out and take it. Option number 2 is by far the most popular among the common american to earn their way through life. Earning things comes through days of hard work in which you are rewarded with your paycheck. As far as i know these three methods are the only way to come about possessing something. There are people out there great at their means, some steal. Yes, there are professional thiefs out there, but this option is not for everyone. Consider that the most common place of residence for professional thiefs happens to be state pennitentiary's around the country. There are also great earners. These are the people you hear about in the success stories. The people putting out webinars about proven successful marketing strategies. Basically anyone who has taken something and through hard work has made something out of themselves.
However, the most effective way of generating revenue has got to be a mixture of earnings. You steal and earn. Not stealing in the sense your thinking of it, but having the moxy to reach out into stiff competition to get what it is you want. Then put in the hard work to get it. Where no action would have left you without that opportunity, putting your foot in the door then reaching down to open it has put you in a position that possibly could have gone to other possibly more qualified people.
So in this hard world you have to improvise, take chances and not lay down because the other guy is more qualified. If you think he might do a better job your stealing from yourself. Never underestimate your own skills. So out here in this difficult world im not a professional criminal, however i do what i have to do, to put myself in the heat of competition, and use my accrued skills to pull myself ahead of the others. Thanks for reading.
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