Many of you knew that I love women's basketball teams. When I was in high school, my ex's high school -- Waynesboro High School fielded an excellent team in Holly Rilinger, Lisa and Heidi Diefenthaler and last, Andrea Woodson.
The trio, Rilinger and Diefenthalers, are dead-eye guards. Small but explosive. They can explode for 40 points as they often did. Andrea Woodson is big girl at 6'4 with big body-frame. She is bit slower but decidedly dominant player.
It is not surprising that you get to see the scores like 80 to 30 versus local teams. But they always choked in the state tournaments until Rilinger and Diefenthalers were seniors -- they bulldozed all the way to the finals and even routed heavily-favored team to win the state championship.
But the focus here is on Andrea Woodson. She graduated from Waynesboro High and went to James Madison University. Not far from my deaf school as well. That school is well-known for being the Cinderella team in the NCAA Tournament twice. They upset No. 1 Penn State and No. 3 Virginia on their home floors to advance further in the NCAA Tournament.
Andrea Woodson was not able to progress much better. Later, she stopped playing because she had debilitating arthritis in her hips and lower spine. That really cuts her basketball career to a standstill ... or so I thought.
Enjoy the article. Meanwhile, Andrea Woodson, you go girl!
R-
Friday, June 11, 2004
It Is Like A Sheep -- Baa! Baa! Baa!
All day working, all night sleep!
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Herding around like the sheep!
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Work, work, work!
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Argh. I hate the pressures build up to the audit next Wednesday!
I would like to go to Brooklyn Gay Pride tomorrow afternoon but I may have to sacrifice it for the goodness of my job performance. Wait and see.
Did you know that I absolutely loved the ducks? Even if I never touched them, I always loved them? Did you ever see a cat or dog attacking a duck? No? It is because they knew that if they attack a duck, the whole flock will attack the culprit back.
So ... *quack*! *Quack! *Quack*!
R-
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Herding around like the sheep!
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Work, work, work!
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Argh. I hate the pressures build up to the audit next Wednesday!
I would like to go to Brooklyn Gay Pride tomorrow afternoon but I may have to sacrifice it for the goodness of my job performance. Wait and see.
Did you know that I absolutely loved the ducks? Even if I never touched them, I always loved them? Did you ever see a cat or dog attacking a duck? No? It is because they knew that if they attack a duck, the whole flock will attack the culprit back.
So ... *quack*! *Quack! *Quack*!
R-
Kordax and The Queen
Last night, I get to read my favorite comic book series called "The Atlantis Chronicles". It is about the drama within the royal family who ruled Atlantis for generations.
At one point during the series, Queen Fiona had a coronation which she will make her daughter the heir to the throne after her death. There was a guy named Kordax who appeared out of nowhere. He protested the coronation process because he is the elder child of Queen Fiona who abandoned him in the wilderness when he was an infant.
People were shocked. Queen Fiona did not deny it. She said that he was the result of a rape that occured to her on the eve of her wedding by a guy close to the family. Queen Fiona said she tried to take care of the infant but he was vicious and violent. Kordax accused her of lying. Queen Fiona went on to rip her dress to show the breasts which Kordax chomped off. Kordax has sharp teeth (long story) like a fish. The audience was horrified. So Queen Fiona said the abandonment was justified. And that her daughter is the first in line to be the heir to the throne, not Kordax.
Kordax tried to wage a civil war but lost. He was brought to the Queen's Throne Room with people watching. She said, "Release the chains. You are not here for sentencing at all."
Kordax snapped, "Got no stomach to punish your son, mother?"
Queen Fiona was very stoic and tough, "Perhaps. But what kind of a mother if one did not punish her child? You are now forever banished from Atlantis. You have the next tide to depart. If you are found in either city (there are two cities in Atlantis), you shall lose your other arm."
Kordax was perplexed, "What do you mean? My other arm?"
She did not say anything as her palace guards seized Kordax and chomped his arm off as he screamed in pain. Soon hereafter, Kordax departed from Atlantis.
That was a tough mother. When I saw the panel where the guards seizing Kordax, it surprised me.
That is entertainment, folks.
R-
At one point during the series, Queen Fiona had a coronation which she will make her daughter the heir to the throne after her death. There was a guy named Kordax who appeared out of nowhere. He protested the coronation process because he is the elder child of Queen Fiona who abandoned him in the wilderness when he was an infant.
People were shocked. Queen Fiona did not deny it. She said that he was the result of a rape that occured to her on the eve of her wedding by a guy close to the family. Queen Fiona said she tried to take care of the infant but he was vicious and violent. Kordax accused her of lying. Queen Fiona went on to rip her dress to show the breasts which Kordax chomped off. Kordax has sharp teeth (long story) like a fish. The audience was horrified. So Queen Fiona said the abandonment was justified. And that her daughter is the first in line to be the heir to the throne, not Kordax.
Kordax tried to wage a civil war but lost. He was brought to the Queen's Throne Room with people watching. She said, "Release the chains. You are not here for sentencing at all."
Kordax snapped, "Got no stomach to punish your son, mother?"
Queen Fiona was very stoic and tough, "Perhaps. But what kind of a mother if one did not punish her child? You are now forever banished from Atlantis. You have the next tide to depart. If you are found in either city (there are two cities in Atlantis), you shall lose your other arm."
Kordax was perplexed, "What do you mean? My other arm?"
She did not say anything as her palace guards seized Kordax and chomped his arm off as he screamed in pain. Soon hereafter, Kordax departed from Atlantis.
That was a tough mother. When I saw the panel where the guards seizing Kordax, it surprised me.
That is entertainment, folks.
R-
Washington Sports Sucks, Tards Sucks and Dodgeball Rules!
Mystics is 2-4. You know, I really can't wait for Abe Pollin to drop dead. He seems to thrive on having his teams to lose many games for many years. We need a new management who will turn the Wizards and Mystics into the winnable teams in professional level.
All professional teams in DC hasn't been doing well. Football, Men's Basketball, Women's Basketball, Hockey and soccer. Oh, gawd.
I think it is hilarious that people said that I can't write and am a retard, while they cannot spell words correctly. Underware? Anyone wants my sauterred onions that I found on my fat rolls? It s well cooked. Maybe I should sell it on eBay. Umm. You know how it is at eBay, anything goes over there. I swear this is my last one ... so help me, God.
I want to see the flick, "Dodgeball". It looks so funny. It reminds me of what I did when I was 8 at VSDB. In the basement of Llewellyn Gymnasium, there was a wrestling room designed for practices. The room is a rectangular sized with mats everywhere else. The groups of boys ranged from 6 to 15 years old were divided in two groups and each group were put at the end of the wall, squaring against each other. Using two balls to throw and hit someone else to get them out of the game. It was such a vicious and brutal. So many guys were out so fast ... then there were 5 of us, and 8 of them. Soon, it was 3 of us, 7 of them. I was one of 3.
The Recreational Director then pull the string to force us to battle each other bit closer than the room itself to tarry the time. The balls flew so fast and hard that it bounced off back to the other side of the room so fast that I cannot catch it. Sure enough, I was the only one left. 3 of them left.
After little bits of actions that I ran around trying to save my life, I managed to get 13 years old and 15 years old out of the game. I was 8, remember. The last one was Randy, a huge, muscular African American who is a starter on varsity football team at 15. He was a terror. He was the one who has the ability to throw the ball against the wall and it bounced back to him, denying me the chances to catch the ball freely.
The Recreational Director then took a ball away, thus only one ball is left. I was bit relieved not to deal with two balls flying around me repeatedly. Then the Recreational Director said that I have to be tough and face this monstrous being instead of worming myself out. That means what? Less than 10 throws, I'm out of the game. I have to do something drastic.
Randy kept on firing the ball, it bounced back to him repeatedly -- it was down to 4 throws left. My team insisted that I caught it even if it's being thrown so hard. I was afraid of being hurt. It aint no funny to have the ball slam on your chest and knock you down. Suddenly, I saw the ball coming straight at me (thanks to Greg who distracted me for a second), I had no choice but to try it. To catch it. BOOM.
That is the sound when you catch the ball in a rectangular room. My chest was on fire. Probably why I have hairy chest as of now. It hurts like hell. But I caught the ball. Randy was devastated. I won.
I was the hero for five minutes before the game resumed for the 2nd time out of 5.
It was fun being a hero for few minutes, really.
R-
All professional teams in DC hasn't been doing well. Football, Men's Basketball, Women's Basketball, Hockey and soccer. Oh, gawd.
I think it is hilarious that people said that I can't write and am a retard, while they cannot spell words correctly. Underware? Anyone wants my sauterred onions that I found on my fat rolls? It s well cooked. Maybe I should sell it on eBay. Umm. You know how it is at eBay, anything goes over there. I swear this is my last one ... so help me, God.
I want to see the flick, "Dodgeball". It looks so funny. It reminds me of what I did when I was 8 at VSDB. In the basement of Llewellyn Gymnasium, there was a wrestling room designed for practices. The room is a rectangular sized with mats everywhere else. The groups of boys ranged from 6 to 15 years old were divided in two groups and each group were put at the end of the wall, squaring against each other. Using two balls to throw and hit someone else to get them out of the game. It was such a vicious and brutal. So many guys were out so fast ... then there were 5 of us, and 8 of them. Soon, it was 3 of us, 7 of them. I was one of 3.
The Recreational Director then pull the string to force us to battle each other bit closer than the room itself to tarry the time. The balls flew so fast and hard that it bounced off back to the other side of the room so fast that I cannot catch it. Sure enough, I was the only one left. 3 of them left.
After little bits of actions that I ran around trying to save my life, I managed to get 13 years old and 15 years old out of the game. I was 8, remember. The last one was Randy, a huge, muscular African American who is a starter on varsity football team at 15. He was a terror. He was the one who has the ability to throw the ball against the wall and it bounced back to him, denying me the chances to catch the ball freely.
The Recreational Director then took a ball away, thus only one ball is left. I was bit relieved not to deal with two balls flying around me repeatedly. Then the Recreational Director said that I have to be tough and face this monstrous being instead of worming myself out. That means what? Less than 10 throws, I'm out of the game. I have to do something drastic.
Randy kept on firing the ball, it bounced back to him repeatedly -- it was down to 4 throws left. My team insisted that I caught it even if it's being thrown so hard. I was afraid of being hurt. It aint no funny to have the ball slam on your chest and knock you down. Suddenly, I saw the ball coming straight at me (thanks to Greg who distracted me for a second), I had no choice but to try it. To catch it. BOOM.
That is the sound when you catch the ball in a rectangular room. My chest was on fire. Probably why I have hairy chest as of now. It hurts like hell. But I caught the ball. Randy was devastated. I won.
I was the hero for five minutes before the game resumed for the 2nd time out of 5.
It was fun being a hero for few minutes, really.
R-
Thursday, June 10, 2004
Remember the AIDS Man?
Will, Dylan, Jake and I cracked jokes all the time about the comic book that was short-lived and mother nature buried it with embarrassment.
The comic book was known as "Dino-Man" and it was produced by Deaf artist/writer in Robert Johnson and one person, I can't remember who.
IN the story, Dino-Man is a deaf superhero who met a guy who was HIV Positive and he decided to mix ... ahem ... the steroids with his blood ... he turned into ... AIDS MAN!! *growls in the background with his hands clawing in the air*
It was incredibly dumb story. So easy to poke fun at it and suffice to say, the series was folded after the first issue.
Robert Johnson went on to produce one of most successful online business in Sextoon. Unfortunately, Robert Johnson was killed in an automobile accident in Austin, Texas not a long time ago.
My sister who is lesbian and often wary of men told me that she enjoyed chatting with RJ and that he is very charming and generous man. She was duly impressed with his laid-back approach towards women in general, despite the fact that he wrote a lot of raucous works on women.
The drama between me and this person prompts Dylan to mention that to me. Of course, it made me smile.
R-
The comic book was known as "Dino-Man" and it was produced by Deaf artist/writer in Robert Johnson and one person, I can't remember who.
IN the story, Dino-Man is a deaf superhero who met a guy who was HIV Positive and he decided to mix ... ahem ... the steroids with his blood ... he turned into ... AIDS MAN!! *growls in the background with his hands clawing in the air*
It was incredibly dumb story. So easy to poke fun at it and suffice to say, the series was folded after the first issue.
Robert Johnson went on to produce one of most successful online business in Sextoon. Unfortunately, Robert Johnson was killed in an automobile accident in Austin, Texas not a long time ago.
My sister who is lesbian and often wary of men told me that she enjoyed chatting with RJ and that he is very charming and generous man. She was duly impressed with his laid-back approach towards women in general, despite the fact that he wrote a lot of raucous works on women.
The drama between me and this person prompts Dylan to mention that to me. Of course, it made me smile.
R-
Honest Honest , Fear and Irrationality Rules Us!
I was reading some comments by some folks. Bobby wrote "in this day and age of hatred and terror...", he brought a topic I want to talk about.
Bobby is not the only person who said that we have to accept that we live in the age of terror and hatred as of now. Many prominent so-called leaders like Ashcroft, Rumsfeld, Bush and Rice often talked about the age of terrorism upon us.
Actually, none of it is true. Terror and Hatred has been with us for eons. Attila and the Huns terrorized Europe. Spanish folks terrorized Jews and non-Catholics. In fact, the British considered us the Terrorists when we attempted to take the independence for ourselves! There are Crusaders, they terrorized the Jews and Muslims. The Turks terrorized the Serbs, Croats, Bulgars, Bosnians and Greek. Should I go on? Japanese terrorized Chinese 50 years ago. Hitler terrorized the whole world, in fact.
One will argue that the Americans terrorized the Middle East countries with threats, money and sanctions.
These terrors spawned lots of hatred among the groups, turning themselves against the governments and so on. This has been going on for centuries.
But what prompted these so-called leaders and Bobby to say "in the age of terror and hatred"? One word: Sheltered. They were sheltered far away in a country called the United States of America where they did not have to listen to the problems out of Asia, Africa and Europe. If we did not like what we see, we send the reinforcements to force them to adhere to our beliefs or demands. Simply as that.
But the Islamic Fundamentalists changed it all. They infilitrated into our fabric sense of security and took down the Pentagon and World Trade Center. For the first time in centuries, we are forced to see the reality of the world problems and are appalled that the hatred and terror continues to run like wild horses around the globe. They acted as if it was something new.
Actually, it is not new. It has been there all along. Except that the rules of the game has been altered, it is not country against country, it is a group against the country. However, people chose to be blind for a long time and live in a sheltered manner for years, boys and girls. Someone cured your blindness and forced you to see things that you do not like. But please do not call it the age of terror or hatred. Because it is not true at all.
R-
Bobby is not the only person who said that we have to accept that we live in the age of terror and hatred as of now. Many prominent so-called leaders like Ashcroft, Rumsfeld, Bush and Rice often talked about the age of terrorism upon us.
Actually, none of it is true. Terror and Hatred has been with us for eons. Attila and the Huns terrorized Europe. Spanish folks terrorized Jews and non-Catholics. In fact, the British considered us the Terrorists when we attempted to take the independence for ourselves! There are Crusaders, they terrorized the Jews and Muslims. The Turks terrorized the Serbs, Croats, Bulgars, Bosnians and Greek. Should I go on? Japanese terrorized Chinese 50 years ago. Hitler terrorized the whole world, in fact.
One will argue that the Americans terrorized the Middle East countries with threats, money and sanctions.
These terrors spawned lots of hatred among the groups, turning themselves against the governments and so on. This has been going on for centuries.
But what prompted these so-called leaders and Bobby to say "in the age of terror and hatred"? One word: Sheltered. They were sheltered far away in a country called the United States of America where they did not have to listen to the problems out of Asia, Africa and Europe. If we did not like what we see, we send the reinforcements to force them to adhere to our beliefs or demands. Simply as that.
But the Islamic Fundamentalists changed it all. They infilitrated into our fabric sense of security and took down the Pentagon and World Trade Center. For the first time in centuries, we are forced to see the reality of the world problems and are appalled that the hatred and terror continues to run like wild horses around the globe. They acted as if it was something new.
Actually, it is not new. It has been there all along. Except that the rules of the game has been altered, it is not country against country, it is a group against the country. However, people chose to be blind for a long time and live in a sheltered manner for years, boys and girls. Someone cured your blindness and forced you to see things that you do not like. But please do not call it the age of terror or hatred. Because it is not true at all.
R-
It Chugs for 50 Years
When I was a kid and a student at VSDB in Staunton, the houseparents occasionally took the kids to Gypsy Hill Park which is about a mile northwest of the school campus by walk. It is always fun to walk across the town. You get to go up and down the hills. You get to pass the birthplace of President Woodrow Wilson, you get to mingle through the antique shops in downtown Staunton. You get to munch a char-grilled chili dogs at Hardee's on way to the park.
Right next to the park used to be the site of Robert E. Lee High School. I always drooled over its guys. I even still remembered his name -- Trey Scott. Dunno if he's gay or not.
Anyway, at the park, it has a variety of everything, really. Playgrounds, baseball fields, a lake where the ducks dominated, There are several creeks where you can run and jump over. The open fields. There is a free-standing stage with white columns where you can sit on the lawn and watch the local music, talents and so on. It also has a football stadium designed for little league teams. Right across the park, there is a fenced area where you can feed and pet the deers. It has a road around the park -- where many people exercised.
All in all, it is All-American park, really. It also has one classic that not many parks have -- a site of mini-train where kids can ride for a dollar. I rode in it many times. Sounds lame? Yeah. But it was fun.
If you're curious about Gypsy Hill Park, check it out at this online park.
R-
Right next to the park used to be the site of Robert E. Lee High School. I always drooled over its guys. I even still remembered his name -- Trey Scott. Dunno if he's gay or not.
Anyway, at the park, it has a variety of everything, really. Playgrounds, baseball fields, a lake where the ducks dominated, There are several creeks where you can run and jump over. The open fields. There is a free-standing stage with white columns where you can sit on the lawn and watch the local music, talents and so on. It also has a football stadium designed for little league teams. Right across the park, there is a fenced area where you can feed and pet the deers. It has a road around the park -- where many people exercised.
All in all, it is All-American park, really. It also has one classic that not many parks have -- a site of mini-train where kids can ride for a dollar. I rode in it many times. Sounds lame? Yeah. But it was fun.
If you're curious about Gypsy Hill Park, check it out at this online park.
R-
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