Last night, I picked up the keys to The Palace of 152nd Street and Broadway. I walked down the street in light rain -- I always complained that rainy in New York is very messy. I was busy typing on my blackberry with a friend of mine, suddenly ... one deaf African-American woman tapped on my left arm to tell me that she likes my blackberry pager. I smiled and thanked her for her compliments.
"Do you have 75 cents?"
That was her second comment. I ignored her and walked away into the subway station. I hate people like that, trying to use a compliment in order to get one's attention to solicit. So wrong.
I forgot to mention that I went to The Phoenix to confront Troy, the manager about Jim the Bartender. Suffice to say, Troy apologized profusely about Jim's behavior and will have a serious talk with Jim. If Jim does it again, I'll be sure to call the Consumers Affairs to shut down the business. Jim, don't ever fuck with me!
Last night at MONSTERS, Mikey mentioned that he's not visiting, he's moving back to Manhattan. Apparently, he gave up on Los Angeles. Mikey bellowed, "That town has no culture, motherfucker! All you can see is Mexicans everywhere else! It is so fucking boring! I prefer Manhattan!"
One guy told Mikey's friend that he thought someone was cute. Mikey flinched. That someone was me. I was bit taken back by what he said and grinned before Mikey slapped my back and said, "SAY SOMETHING!"
"Thanks," That is all I can say at that moment and thought of. But who cares about that?
Ahh, time to enjoy some choppin' moment. Enjoy!
R-
Friday, December 10, 2004
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Few Tidbits
MURVIN RETURNS: Mikey paged me today that he's back in town. I was jolted by the message. Tonight, we shall meet to loiter and catch up with the news. He said he's in town 'til 14th. That means ... partyin' time!
RIDOR IS MOVING ... AGAIN: Yes, you got it right. I got a nice place to live on 152nd Street and Broadway, between Washington Heights and Harlem. Few blocks away, I can see the massive Yankee Stadium right across the East River in The Bronx. Such a spectacular view. Perlis is going to be my roommate along with Lenny. Which is very nice because I will be able to see my friends nearby on the West Side from 55 Street to 179 Street all on one line of subway train. Now I will not have to switch to another line on several occasions just to see someone else. Only one. Very nice.
PETER & ME WILL SEE BEARCUB: Peter and I will take a timeout from hanging out at bars and see the film probably on Monday or Tuesday evening. Peter is cute. I heard a lot of positive things about the film so I'm looking forwarded to see Bear Cub. It should be fun, though.
VIRGINIA VS. OLD DOMINION: One of the nation's oldest intrastate rivals in women's collegiate basketball is Virginia-Old Dominion. Started a month after I was born in 1973, Old Dominion led the series 16-10, but since 1985, Virginia has won 7 out of 10 games. Tomorrow night, Virginia will play Old Dominion for 27th time in 31 years. Go Cavs!
VSDB TO BE CONSOLIDATED: The state, of course, ran by hearies decided that spending $70 million to renovate on my alma mater was too expensive than spending $230 million on renovating the State Capital in Richmond. So they voted and supported the plan to consolidate two schools for the deaf in Hampton and Staunton and relocate to a new campus somewhere in the state by 2007. Yes, the Republican-dominated state felt that Deaf students should mix with multi-handicapped students in one place. They feel that it is better to teach a deaf student in the same classroom with a student that has severe case of cerebal palsy or mental retardation. Says a lot about their logic. It is always weary just to educate and fight the ignorants that their idea of putting deaf students with multihandicapped students only pulled the Deaf students' potentials down. It is utterly tragic that a school in Staunton since 1839 will be abandoned and forgotten, just because the state feels it would save the money.
HEDOR IS ONE OF 'EM: According to the Staunton News Leader, they compiled a list of Area's Top All-Time Girls' Scorers. Someone nominated my sister on the list along with well-known players like Kelly Hoover, Marsha Houff, Heather Claytor, Erin Wall, Vicki Harris, Andrea Woodson, Holly Rilinger, Lisa Diefenthaler, Heidi Diefenthaler, Angela Gorsica, and Stephanie Wine. My sister played on VSDB team and one time, she scored 27 points in a game. And one time, with 2 seconds left, Maryland School f/t Deaf inbounded the ball only to be stolen by my sister who took one dribble and shot the ball towards the basket. Swish to win the game at the buzzer.
WHERE IS GREG: Back in high school days, I had a close friend named Greg Thompson. He is somewhere lost in Columbia, South Carolina. One time, we were in an automobile accident which another deaf student were blamed for speeding. As much as we tried to plead him to slow down, he refused. And suddenly, another car came in the horizons ... let's say, there it is. The heap of two cars lying apart on the road. So much drama ensued. Greg and I was transported to the hospital along with the deaf driver. As much as I was dealing with the painful injury, I was laughing so hard because Greg was incensed at the deaf driver. He 0-0-5ed at the deaf driver with everything. "You dumbfuck! I told you to fucking slow! You dumbfuck!" The EMTs tried to calm Greg down but Greg was having none of it as he held his bandage on his head which was bleeding but at the same time, Greg bellowed at the deaf driver, hurled so many insults. I was bruised and shaken but snickered all the way to the hospital as Greg bashed and bashed and bashed on the deaf driver ... I wonder whatever happened to him as of today?
R-
RIDOR IS MOVING ... AGAIN: Yes, you got it right. I got a nice place to live on 152nd Street and Broadway, between Washington Heights and Harlem. Few blocks away, I can see the massive Yankee Stadium right across the East River in The Bronx. Such a spectacular view. Perlis is going to be my roommate along with Lenny. Which is very nice because I will be able to see my friends nearby on the West Side from 55 Street to 179 Street all on one line of subway train. Now I will not have to switch to another line on several occasions just to see someone else. Only one. Very nice.
PETER & ME WILL SEE BEARCUB: Peter and I will take a timeout from hanging out at bars and see the film probably on Monday or Tuesday evening. Peter is cute. I heard a lot of positive things about the film so I'm looking forwarded to see Bear Cub. It should be fun, though.
VIRGINIA VS. OLD DOMINION: One of the nation's oldest intrastate rivals in women's collegiate basketball is Virginia-Old Dominion. Started a month after I was born in 1973, Old Dominion led the series 16-10, but since 1985, Virginia has won 7 out of 10 games. Tomorrow night, Virginia will play Old Dominion for 27th time in 31 years. Go Cavs!
VSDB TO BE CONSOLIDATED: The state, of course, ran by hearies decided that spending $70 million to renovate on my alma mater was too expensive than spending $230 million on renovating the State Capital in Richmond. So they voted and supported the plan to consolidate two schools for the deaf in Hampton and Staunton and relocate to a new campus somewhere in the state by 2007. Yes, the Republican-dominated state felt that Deaf students should mix with multi-handicapped students in one place. They feel that it is better to teach a deaf student in the same classroom with a student that has severe case of cerebal palsy or mental retardation. Says a lot about their logic. It is always weary just to educate and fight the ignorants that their idea of putting deaf students with multihandicapped students only pulled the Deaf students' potentials down. It is utterly tragic that a school in Staunton since 1839 will be abandoned and forgotten, just because the state feels it would save the money.
HEDOR IS ONE OF 'EM: According to the Staunton News Leader, they compiled a list of Area's Top All-Time Girls' Scorers. Someone nominated my sister on the list along with well-known players like Kelly Hoover, Marsha Houff, Heather Claytor, Erin Wall, Vicki Harris, Andrea Woodson, Holly Rilinger, Lisa Diefenthaler, Heidi Diefenthaler, Angela Gorsica, and Stephanie Wine. My sister played on VSDB team and one time, she scored 27 points in a game. And one time, with 2 seconds left, Maryland School f/t Deaf inbounded the ball only to be stolen by my sister who took one dribble and shot the ball towards the basket. Swish to win the game at the buzzer.
WHERE IS GREG: Back in high school days, I had a close friend named Greg Thompson. He is somewhere lost in Columbia, South Carolina. One time, we were in an automobile accident which another deaf student were blamed for speeding. As much as we tried to plead him to slow down, he refused. And suddenly, another car came in the horizons ... let's say, there it is. The heap of two cars lying apart on the road. So much drama ensued. Greg and I was transported to the hospital along with the deaf driver. As much as I was dealing with the painful injury, I was laughing so hard because Greg was incensed at the deaf driver. He 0-0-5ed at the deaf driver with everything. "You dumbfuck! I told you to fucking slow! You dumbfuck!" The EMTs tried to calm Greg down but Greg was having none of it as he held his bandage on his head which was bleeding but at the same time, Greg bellowed at the deaf driver, hurled so many insults. I was bruised and shaken but snickered all the way to the hospital as Greg bashed and bashed and bashed on the deaf driver ... I wonder whatever happened to him as of today?
R-
Death & Naughty Santa
I noticed two things about the Holidays. People tend to die on or around the Holidays. My Drandpa died on 24th before X-Mas some years ago. My friend's grandma died few days before Thanksgiving. Stuff like that made me wonder why people dropped on the floor died on or around the Holidays. Is it the blues that made them go?
Sarah and I discussed about the customs of Southerners at the wakes and funerals. I wonder if the Civil War left a huge psychological damage to The South to a point where many generations continue to have an odd fixture with the death itself?
Dad still has a couple of pictures that were taken at the funerals or wakes. I remembered seeing some people taking pictures of dead persons in the coffin. That made me cringe. Drandma once told Mom, "When I'm dead in whatever I am wearing, do not change my clothes. Just leave it alone. Why am I getting a nice dress just to lay in the coffin year after year? What is the point? Don't put the make-ups on me. Nothing at all. And do not open the coffin to anyone else except for the family members."
At that time, I wonder why. But now I know. It is because of these odd people who brought the cameras to the funerals and wakes, taking pictures of corpses.
Remember the odd lady who had a daughter at Kendall Demonstration Elementary School? The lady took the daughter to stand next to Chanda's coffin and took a picture. Erik and I confronted the lady, her response was: "My daughter never saw a dead body, it is her first time. I want to take a picture of her with the woman in the coffin."
Needless to say, we kicked her out.
Another thing about the Holidays, I noticed that people tend to move in or out near or around the Holidays. I guess it has something to do with the lease which is 12-month, at times.
Either way, there will be several Holiday Parties starting tomorrow evening and few more next week. A part of me is Ebenezer Scrooge, a part of me is looking forward to it. Only time will tell if I enjoy it or not.
I might go to Hopelesswell, a small town in Virginia about 20 miles southeast of Richmond for the Holidays, just to make my parents happy.
Speaking of parents, I just read the article on AOL that the parents in Enterprise, Florida are on strike, leaving their teenagers (17 and 12) on their own since the teenagers refused to do the chores, so the parents had their tent outside along with the TV set. Lots of neighbors loved the parents and the parents had to console their kids, many media are picking the story up as we speak. Very cute.
Enjoy the picture by naughty Santa.
R-
Sarah and I discussed about the customs of Southerners at the wakes and funerals. I wonder if the Civil War left a huge psychological damage to The South to a point where many generations continue to have an odd fixture with the death itself?
Dad still has a couple of pictures that were taken at the funerals or wakes. I remembered seeing some people taking pictures of dead persons in the coffin. That made me cringe. Drandma once told Mom, "When I'm dead in whatever I am wearing, do not change my clothes. Just leave it alone. Why am I getting a nice dress just to lay in the coffin year after year? What is the point? Don't put the make-ups on me. Nothing at all. And do not open the coffin to anyone else except for the family members."
At that time, I wonder why. But now I know. It is because of these odd people who brought the cameras to the funerals and wakes, taking pictures of corpses.
Remember the odd lady who had a daughter at Kendall Demonstration Elementary School? The lady took the daughter to stand next to Chanda's coffin and took a picture. Erik and I confronted the lady, her response was: "My daughter never saw a dead body, it is her first time. I want to take a picture of her with the woman in the coffin."
Needless to say, we kicked her out.
Another thing about the Holidays, I noticed that people tend to move in or out near or around the Holidays. I guess it has something to do with the lease which is 12-month, at times.
Either way, there will be several Holiday Parties starting tomorrow evening and few more next week. A part of me is Ebenezer Scrooge, a part of me is looking forward to it. Only time will tell if I enjoy it or not.
I might go to Hope
Speaking of parents, I just read the article on AOL that the parents in Enterprise, Florida are on strike, leaving their teenagers (17 and 12) on their own since the teenagers refused to do the chores, so the parents had their tent outside along with the TV set. Lots of neighbors loved the parents and the parents had to console their kids, many media are picking the story up as we speak. Very cute.
Enjoy the picture by naughty Santa.
R-
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Mother!!
There are things in life you simply do not allow your parents to know. I happen to think that my blog is an outlet of my thoughts.
When I first set up the blog, it was for friends to read and be amused. But in a short time, I realized that there will be a time that the loved ones and enemies will find their way to my domain. Including my parents.
Today, I had a talk with my parents on the SVRS, it was nice. Blah, blah. Then Mom said, "Mary told me that you write something on the Internet, what's up with that?"
I smiled and said, "Yeah."
Mom asked, "I want to see it. What is the URL?"
"Mom, you'llpiss have a heart attack if you read my blog because it is so filth, full of humors about everything else."
"Really? You talk about your gay sex?"
"Sometimes."
My eyes darted to Dad who rolled his eyes and sighed.
Mom then said, "Are you going to embarass me out there? I should castrate your damned penis!"
"Mom, you already embarassed yourself a long time ago. So why do you worry? It is my life. I can give you the URL but you have to respect what I wrote so far."
Mom smiled and said, "You crazy dumb ass."
Sure, whatever.
Here is the photograph of Hrandma. The hearing grandmother on my father's side.
R-
When I first set up the blog, it was for friends to read and be amused. But in a short time, I realized that there will be a time that the loved ones and enemies will find their way to my domain. Including my parents.
Today, I had a talk with my parents on the SVRS, it was nice. Blah, blah. Then Mom said, "Mary told me that you write something on the Internet, what's up with that?"
I smiled and said, "Yeah."
Mom asked, "I want to see it. What is the URL?"
"Mom, you'll
"Really? You talk about your gay sex?"
"Sometimes."
My eyes darted to Dad who rolled his eyes and sighed.
Mom then said, "Are you going to embarass me out there? I should castrate your damned penis!"
"Mom, you already embarassed yourself a long time ago. So why do you worry? It is my life. I can give you the URL but you have to respect what I wrote so far."
Mom smiled and said, "You crazy dumb ass."
Sure, whatever.
Here is the photograph of Hrandma. The hearing grandmother on my father's side.
R-
Using Voice In Front of Deaf Peers
Remember the folks in the cafeteria at Gallaudet -- these losers that tend to sit in the corner among the weirdos and with hearing graduate students. mcconnell probably hangs over there all the time. Which is why he resented Gallaudet as of today. Which is why he resented Deaf students who lambasted or attacked hearing people (or hard of hearing students, for that matters to mcconnell) for using the cell phones in the cafeteria.
Let's be realistic -- the world is 99% hearing-dominated society. It is always offensive and discouraging when a hearing person picks up the cell phone and yakked in front of us, leaving us pretty much clueless. Whereas if we chat with each other, and they can read us because they knew ASL. But when they talk with the voice, they talked because they knew that we cannot hear nor lipread what they said. Is that rude?
Of course it is.
So it is my duty to make sure that the cell phones or using the voice in a "deaf-dominated places" are discouraged. Period. If you fling at me with that bird, you can bet there will be an uproar out of Deaf people.
For once, Gallaudet is ours. Not yours. It is Deaf place, not hearing's. We have to endure these offensive behaviors of hearies outside of Gallaudet campus, but at Gallaudet, let us have these rules in our own backyard.
No cell phones or using the voice -- use ASL at ALL TIMES.
It is common courtesy, like it or not. You want to bark with that disgusting mouth of yours -- go to the bathroom but not in front of us, dickwads.
On second thought, I have a question for some Gallaudetians, did you notice that people who sits in the corner of the cafeteria by the windows tends to be very bitter, pessimistic and/or resented at Gallaudet, even years after they left or graduated from Gallaudet.
For the record, I always sit in the center of the cafeteria -- which is the hub of drama.
By that, it is blessed life to be surrounded by weirdos on the south, reclusive hearies/hard of hearing students on the east, all fraternities/sororities/SBG/TC/BnB folks on the north, and the normal folks on the west. African Americans and wiggas on the southwest. Such a variety -- often I sat with my back on hearing people -- of course, I turn 'em back.
Except for Jim McCann. He was the exception.
R-
Let's be realistic -- the world is 99% hearing-dominated society. It is always offensive and discouraging when a hearing person picks up the cell phone and yakked in front of us, leaving us pretty much clueless. Whereas if we chat with each other, and they can read us because they knew ASL. But when they talk with the voice, they talked because they knew that we cannot hear nor lipread what they said. Is that rude?
Of course it is.
So it is my duty to make sure that the cell phones or using the voice in a "deaf-dominated places" are discouraged. Period. If you fling at me with that bird, you can bet there will be an uproar out of Deaf people.
For once, Gallaudet is ours. Not yours. It is Deaf place, not hearing's. We have to endure these offensive behaviors of hearies outside of Gallaudet campus, but at Gallaudet, let us have these rules in our own backyard.
No cell phones or using the voice -- use ASL at ALL TIMES.
It is common courtesy, like it or not. You want to bark with that disgusting mouth of yours -- go to the bathroom but not in front of us, dickwads.
On second thought, I have a question for some Gallaudetians, did you notice that people who sits in the corner of the cafeteria by the windows tends to be very bitter, pessimistic and/or resented at Gallaudet, even years after they left or graduated from Gallaudet.
For the record, I always sit in the center of the cafeteria -- which is the hub of drama.
By that, it is blessed life to be surrounded by weirdos on the south, reclusive hearies/hard of hearing students on the east, all fraternities/sororities/SBG/TC/BnB folks on the north, and the normal folks on the west. African Americans and wiggas on the southwest. Such a variety -- often I sat with my back on hearing people -- of course, I turn 'em back.
Except for Jim McCann. He was the exception.
R-
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
Last night, I went to Chipotle's with Sarah. Read her entry about our evening, yapping about almost everything else.
I told Sarah about someone I knew in DC, a hearing Arab from United Arab Emirates, who is also gay. Sarah laughed out of her mind when I told her about this tale and she said, "You should blog this!" So here it is. The hearing Arab was cool, sweet and nice. One day, he paged me and said he wanted to see me and play a little. I came down to his hotel and saw him lying in bed, watching the television with a cast all over his left leg.
What happened? I asked.
He smiled and explained. I did not expect what he said.
You know, in the United States and Canada, millions of people swerved or unfortunately hits a deer or two in their lifetime in the darkness, right? Well, in the Arabian Peninsula, it is common for the people to drive and crash into ... a camel who streaks onto the traffic.
That is what he did, he strucked a camel. Can you imagine a camel bleating then collided with your car?
Thanks for everything, Sarah!
After that, I went home to change clothes -- I had to rabbit down to The Cock to meet Corey who was holding my sweatshirt which I forgot to pick up last week (Remember, I was drunk last week).
Some interesting drama emerged from the bar as well. After the treatment I got from The Phoenix last Friday night, I was not exactly in mood to deal with hearies. But I was in mood to make fun of them in a discrete manner.
The Cock Bar (you dirty mind, it is named after a rooster, not your penis!) is dark and sleazy at times. For a Deaf person to talk in the dark is quite a challenge. Last night, someone kept on using the digital camera to flash anything, anyone and anywhere to a point where I cannot see clearly.
You twerps hearie bastards, don't you know by now that my eyes are my ears? I was ready to break the Asian's digital camera. Instead, I signed so fast that they did not have a chance to recognize anything else.
Then one guy behind me asked me how to sign "IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH". That guy reminded me of Matt Damon but with a goatee. Very irresistible. So I obliged.
Bad mistake.
He kept on saying, "IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH" to everyone else.
I sighed, a cute guy with a light beard was next to me introduced himself. Saul is his name. Yes, he's cute. We talked a little. He's from Los Angeles, moved here to NYC. I smiled then looked around ...
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
I rolled my eyes and acknowledged Corey who pointed at the bag of my sweatshirt. I smiled -- suddenly, this Matt Damon-type guy chortled at Corey: IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
I groaned and wished I did not teach that to a dude. They are hopeless bunch of primates. Corey asked me what it meant, I explained. He frowned, I told him that he's just a dickwad.
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
One guy asked me how to sign his name.
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
You do not ask that. People who know each other tends to give each other their sign names. Do I know the dude who asked me how to sign his name? No.
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
I gave him his own sign name. He was proud and walked back to his friends and signed his new name. Any Deaf person would recognize what he said -- he signed, "Me retard".
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
Sometimes I love this life.
R-
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
I told Sarah about someone I knew in DC, a hearing Arab from United Arab Emirates, who is also gay. Sarah laughed out of her mind when I told her about this tale and she said, "You should blog this!" So here it is. The hearing Arab was cool, sweet and nice. One day, he paged me and said he wanted to see me and play a little. I came down to his hotel and saw him lying in bed, watching the television with a cast all over his left leg.
What happened? I asked.
He smiled and explained. I did not expect what he said.
You know, in the United States and Canada, millions of people swerved or unfortunately hits a deer or two in their lifetime in the darkness, right? Well, in the Arabian Peninsula, it is common for the people to drive and crash into ... a camel who streaks onto the traffic.
That is what he did, he strucked a camel. Can you imagine a camel bleating then collided with your car?
Thanks for everything, Sarah!
After that, I went home to change clothes -- I had to rabbit down to The Cock to meet Corey who was holding my sweatshirt which I forgot to pick up last week (Remember, I was drunk last week).
Some interesting drama emerged from the bar as well. After the treatment I got from The Phoenix last Friday night, I was not exactly in mood to deal with hearies. But I was in mood to make fun of them in a discrete manner.
The Cock Bar (you dirty mind, it is named after a rooster, not your penis!) is dark and sleazy at times. For a Deaf person to talk in the dark is quite a challenge. Last night, someone kept on using the digital camera to flash anything, anyone and anywhere to a point where I cannot see clearly.
You twerps hearie bastards, don't you know by now that my eyes are my ears? I was ready to break the Asian's digital camera. Instead, I signed so fast that they did not have a chance to recognize anything else.
Then one guy behind me asked me how to sign "IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH". That guy reminded me of Matt Damon but with a goatee. Very irresistible. So I obliged.
Bad mistake.
He kept on saying, "IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH" to everyone else.
I sighed, a cute guy with a light beard was next to me introduced himself. Saul is his name. Yes, he's cute. We talked a little. He's from Los Angeles, moved here to NYC. I smiled then looked around ...
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
I rolled my eyes and acknowledged Corey who pointed at the bag of my sweatshirt. I smiled -- suddenly, this Matt Damon-type guy chortled at Corey: IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
I groaned and wished I did not teach that to a dude. They are hopeless bunch of primates. Corey asked me what it meant, I explained. He frowned, I told him that he's just a dickwad.
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
One guy asked me how to sign his name.
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
You do not ask that. People who know each other tends to give each other their sign names. Do I know the dude who asked me how to sign his name? No.
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
I gave him his own sign name. He was proud and walked back to his friends and signed his new name. Any Deaf person would recognize what he said -- he signed, "Me retard".
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
Sometimes I love this life.
R-
IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
Monday, December 06, 2004
Boy, This Is Good
I saw two commercials by Nike -- one riveting and crazy. One somber, that made me applaud its choices.
This one ... I was like, "Whoa, stop the game, stop. Stop. I say, STOP!" But it never stopped.
This one .... very simple and sweet. Made me go sigh. Some stuff are made for the eternity -- this is one of 'em. It raised my hair on my arms. Wow.
Since we are on the wavelength of Sports ...
No. 18 Virginia Cavaliers (8-3, 5-3) will play Fresno State (8-3) MPC Computers Bowl in Boise, Idaho. It is scary to play Fresno State than to play Miami (FL) or Florida State. Richie, plans to show up in Boise to see my beloved team play?
Virginia Cavaliers WBB is now ... 5-3. Don't ask me.
Connecticut Huskies WBB's Head Coach Geno Auriemma lashed out at UConn fans as "the most spoiled brats and that I hope we lose the next ten games." The next game, UConn routed Holy Cross by 39. Go figure.
Virginia Cavaliers MBB team is ranked No. 24 after a great start at 6-0. Go Cavaliers!
Speaking of Virginia Cardinals, my alma mater, VSD Girls BB finished 2nd in Virginia Classic. Tennessee winning the 1st. But Kim Fuller of VSD was the star of the tournament as she averaged 31 points per game in 3 games. Kim Fuller is the niece of Rosemary Fuller, my sister's high school nemesis. Either way, Kim rocks.
R-
This one ... I was like, "Whoa, stop the game, stop. Stop. I say, STOP!" But it never stopped.
This one .... very simple and sweet. Made me go sigh. Some stuff are made for the eternity -- this is one of 'em. It raised my hair on my arms. Wow.
Since we are on the wavelength of Sports ...
No. 18 Virginia Cavaliers (8-3, 5-3) will play Fresno State (8-3) MPC Computers Bowl in Boise, Idaho. It is scary to play Fresno State than to play Miami (FL) or Florida State. Richie, plans to show up in Boise to see my beloved team play?
Virginia Cavaliers WBB is now ... 5-3. Don't ask me.
Connecticut Huskies WBB's Head Coach Geno Auriemma lashed out at UConn fans as "the most spoiled brats and that I hope we lose the next ten games." The next game, UConn routed Holy Cross by 39. Go figure.
Virginia Cavaliers MBB team is ranked No. 24 after a great start at 6-0. Go Cavaliers!
Speaking of Virginia Cardinals, my alma mater, VSD Girls BB finished 2nd in Virginia Classic. Tennessee winning the 1st. But Kim Fuller of VSD was the star of the tournament as she averaged 31 points per game in 3 games. Kim Fuller is the niece of Rosemary Fuller, my sister's high school nemesis. Either way, Kim rocks.
R-
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