Top 10 Most Hated College Hoops from SI.com`

Interesting information!

1. Cincinnati -- what's wrong with you, Beth and Cwome?!
2. Memphis -- I hate its gym at The Pyramid, it is a place where many great players broke their bones.
3. UNLV -- Tark is gone but you cannot spell UNLV without saying unlovable, so says the article!
4. Mizzou -- I cannot stand the bastard, Quin Snyder.
5. St. John's -- I live in NYC, I don't hate 'em -- I feel sorry for 'em.
6. Maryland -- What the fuck? Ben Moore, care to defend your Twerps
7. Arizona -- the perennial loser in the first round of the Big Party.
8. Southern Cal -- What? They got basketball team?
9. Florida -- I always thought Billy Donovan was sexy as hell.
10. Jim Harrick's Next School -- Any school is an idiot to hire this man, period.

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Sometimes Men Baffled Me ... !

Today I was evil. Filled myself with delicious food distributed by Sarah and her friends in Hell's Kitchen was magnificent. I said a simple grace that I hope everyone else in the room will get laid eventually.

And I got laid today.

But not without a story, of course. Often, Deaf people stared at me with bewilderment when I touch the taboo issue (i.e. S-E-X), gay men stared at me with plenty of glees and snickers, my friends stared at me with "what else is new with you, you bitch?"

But that is me. When I was a kid, I watched Dr. Ruth on some cable show. Yes, I was mesmerized and learned a lot.

However, I posted a request on a particular website then I got several offers. I courted several offers and chose the suitable one. Went to his home. He was in his early 40s, 5'7, solid and muscular body, bit of salt & pepper hairdo ... everything was nice about him. Cute, laid-back, blah, blah, blah. But I noticed something odd. The portaits were pulled down. You can see the line of dust on the wall when you snatched a portrait off. There were some portraits covered on the shelves. I had a suspicion but I'm horny, so sue me.

Back to the procession of sexual activity, he feasted upon my cock but he sucked roughly. The way I like it. He pulled my hand on his head, he stared at me and insisted me that I play rough with him as well as he goes down on my cock. I obliged.

Shortly, we were down to the main course of the play, putting the condom on my cock for the final showdown. It was fun. When I am done with it and everything, that man was great, simply put. He also was greedy in bed, suffice to say. Acted like my cock was his plaything. Sometimes I liked that, sometimes it annoyed me because he's pulling my stick as if I was not there. That can sting a little, man.

Shortly, he said that I need to get ready and head out because in 30 minutes, "My wife will be home from work."

Oh, great. Another married man on the list. What an accomplishment, considering the fact that I did not bottom for this married man. He was the one who was hungry for my cock.

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Here Is The Proof That USA Is Going Down

When a friend forwarded the email to me, I was horrified to learn of Eric Heckman's whereabouts.

This pig (Trust me, he ain't a gentleman to start with!) has no business of trying to attain a law degree. I mean, a developmentally disabled man out of a local group home probably qualified to study for the law degree than Eric.

Of course, my friend forwarded it to me because s/he probably is horrified at the idea of Eric as a lawyer. It proved that the standards in this country just fell down another level.

Horrible, horrible, horrible. Let's hope that Eric gets a brain aneurysm during the studies. We'd be better off having him that way. When he continued to come back for another semester at Gallaudet, the quality of education at Gallaudet slid down much farther than ever. If he ever attained a law degree from another school, it makes us look awful. Eric is the true, classic idiot of modern society.

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DOR approves law school as employment goal

Eric Heckman is deaf, and he wants to be a lawyer. In February 2003, the Department of Rehabilitation (DOR) approved Heckman for vocational rehabilitation services. But DOR refused to support Heckman's employment goal because he:

• Has a bachelor's degree he can use to find employment;
• Did not score high enough on a DOR career assessment/evaluation; and
• Had to agree to take the LSAT exam before DOR would write his Individual Plan for Employment (IPE)

DOR wanted lower employment goal

The law school Heckman wanted to attend at that time did not requirean LSAT exam. DOR insisted that Heckman change his employment goal toparalegal or a similar field - to get his foot in the door. Heckman refused, so DOR closed his case.

PAI letter reopens case

Heckman called PAI. Dolores Victor, a staff attorney in PAI's Oakland office, investigated. She agreed to help Heckman with both issues -the case closure and the refusal to support his employment goal. After Victor asked for an informal review of the case closure, DOR reopened it.

DOR changes position

But DOR still would not support Heckman's goal of becoming a lawyer, so Victor represented him at an administrative review hearing. At that hearing, Victor persuaded DOR to change its position.

Then she helped Heckman develop and write his IPE. DOR approved Heckman's plan, which includes (1) LSAT preparation and exam fees;(2) Law school admittance and tuition fees; (3) Books and supplies;(4) Transportation; (5) A tutor (if necessary); (6) Assistive technology, including an evaluation for laptop computer equipment;(7) taking the Bar exam twice (if necessary); and (8) the Bar prepcourse.

PASS approved, too

Victor also helped Heckman get his Plan for Achieving Self Support(PASS) approved after Social Security had delayed it for more than a year.

Stand up for your rights

In Heckman's words, "Attorney Dolores and PAI did a fantastic job helping me." He believes that it is important to hope to reach your dream, to stand up for your rights, to open more opportunities for people with disability. "The law is on our side," he says. "The U.S. Constitution gives us the right to life, liberty and pursuit of happiness. We must continue the legacy of Justin Dart, and insist that people with disability not be left out."

I Am Thankful ...

A brief note to many friends, family members, relatives and enemies -- I'm thankful for y'all.

Some of you are idiots, which made me feel lucky and thankful for that.

Some of you are magnificent, which made me feel inferior and for that, I thank you.

So ... Happy Thanksgiving.

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Missed Connection

Last night at Big Lug, it was packed. And they smell.

I talked with the bartender and jokingly asked him if it was a special event for body odors. He widened his eyes and nodded vigorously. He was baffled that lots of bigger men simply smells bad last night. At least, I reserve the right to wrinkle my nose in front of these smelly men.

Go and take an hour of bath! With soap! Or better yet, use PineSol! Ugh.

Last night before I went to the Big Lug, I was surfing the Missed Connection section in craigslist.org -- it was funny. I decided to post a comment to tell Manhattanites to assert themselves in meeting Deaf people. I'm sick of making the first move most of the times. It was bit corny message, to be honest with you, in comparison with thousands of wacky comments by others.

Then I got a response via the e-mail by the name of Mark. Straight. Called himself Hearie. Had a great conversation with him all nite long back and forth on my pager. He lives only three blocks away. He sounds fun and cool to befriend. Perhaps in a short time, I shall meet him in person and loiter.

And yeah, he can sign. Long story but the point is that he is funny to start with. That is a quality that I enjoy out of people -- making wiseass comments about everything else. Just like Beth.

Oh, yeah ... enjoy the picture --care to guess who the cute studmuffin is?



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Here Putin In His Deep Thoughts About Bush

Is Bush pathetic or what?

You can see Putin looking down on Bush. Why? Maybe it is because his zipper is down ... or not.


Courtesy of Associated Press

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Big Lug

I was reading the comments on a particular yahoogroup about something related to the bears scene in New York.

Oh, to some of you who are not familiar with the gay community's subculture system -- there are men who are hairy, regardless of what the appearance can be (some are fat, some are muscular) -- they are often referred as "bears", the men who liked the hairy men are often called "admirers" -- or there are men who are slim ... but has some hair on its bodies are called "cubs".

It sounded silly, though. But it is a subculture norm within the gay community that is often taken seriously by its members. Despite the fact that I am hairy with a soft belly, I seem to be an outcast of the bears or cubs norm. Some were pretty brazen in telling me that I am not "bear" enough. That I am not "cub" enough. I am not "twink" enough.

That does not bother me at all. I am kinda used to it. But yes, at times, it annoyed me silly.

Maybe not many "bears" have experiences with relationships -- let's be serious, not many gay men liked overweight men. I know because I was there all the time. I'm always considered as a "friend", but nothing more than that. But lately, I noticed that it has been changing from a friend to a sexual partner. Perhaps in time, to a relationship but that is not the point here.

When some "bears" broke up with their admirerers or "cubs", they tend to be very angry, bitter or vengeful. When their admirer or cub came to me for a chat, I noticed that his ex stared at me with a look that says, "Don't you dare!" -- maybe I observed things excessively.

But it did not happen once or even twice. It happened more than ten times so far.

Maybe I do not belong to that group.

There is an event at Nowhere Bar which occurs every Tuesday called "Big Lug" -- it is an event for big guys and men who admired them. Sometimes I enjoyed going there. Sometimes I do not because the behavior of bears are making me nervous at times. Imagine 400-lb guy coming on you just because you talked to his ex? It is not sexy trying to pull my hand out of his flabs somehow.

Ahh, yeah, I'm going there tonight.

Wish me luck.

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