Just another squirrel trying to get a nut... Your friendly neighborhood Big CIty journalist, who will share his philosophy, writing and Daily Story with the world... whether they want it or not.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Someone has Kobe beef
So Kobe went for 60 against the Memphis Grizzlies Thursday night, becoming the fourth player in NBA history to score at least 50 points in three straight games. (The others were, for the record, Air Jordan, Wilt the Stilt, and my sister's friend's pops: Elgin Baylor). But check out the screen shot from the game - somebody out there on NBA TV has serious beef with Kobe. (Look at the stat-line on the bottom).
Anyways, March Madness is continuing. Thank god for internet TV, which allows me to watch the games, while appearing to be busy at work. And the Madness isn't confined to the NCAA. Check out the video from this ABA game. Half-court shots are worth four points in this league....
Me, I'm too banged-up to play ball right now. THIS is the only sport I play.
Some pics, and a quick update: - Big Brothers is an interesting experience... my Little hasn't quite gotten used to my sense of humour yet. We're working on it. - My dog/infant child is progressing, sort of. He's good at some things, but we had to go back to crate training because he was still crapping in the house. Oh, and he chewed through both my PS2 controllers. And a TV remote. And my roomie's phone. And my roomie's dog's ear. - I have a new favourite restaurant. Well, it's a tie with Siam Orchid. But it puts me in a dilemna, because they're right beside each other. - Looking forward to soccer season with the boys again, though I'm seriously considering going back to goal to let my ankles heal. My glory goal-scoring days might have to wait until next season again...
Yes, it's that time of the year. In four days, I will be locking the dog in a closet, taking the phone off the hook, evicting my roomates, and settling in for the beginning of March Madness. This is the reason big screens were invented - to spend countless hours watching drama and life unfold on the college basketball courts across the States. The Super Bowl? Nope. The Stanley Cup? Uh-uh. World Cup? Nada, senor. It's the Tournament that is the most popular TV event in North America. I'm stocking up on hoagies, chicken wings and beer, and settling in for the long haul. Don't call. I won't answer. And if you do, I'll see your number on my caller ID, and put you on the (with a nod to Stephen Colbert) Dead To Me List. A quick breakdown for you who are too lazy to pick up a paper... - Florida, North Carolina, Ohio State and Kansas got No. 1 seeds after winning their conferences. - A note to Robin Gary, my cuz down south, who is waffling between going to Duke or North Carolina: DUKE LOST. THEY SUCK. DON'T BE PART OF THE EVIL EMPIRE. BEING A YANKEES FAN IS BAD ENOUGH. PLUS, THE TARHEELS WON - SO WEAR BABY BLUE. - Player to watch: Ohio State's Greg Oden, who is destined to be the next Shaq. Minus the golden quotes, of course. Mr. O'Neal on his recent rampage though the NBA, which surprised a lot of people who thought he was too old: "It's all up here in my medula oblongata." (Taps his head). - Player to watch Kevin Durrant, Texas. The Longhorn freshman went for 37 and 10 in Sunday's three-point loss to Kansas in the Big 12 final. He's smooth.. reminiscent of a young Smooth J. - You can get your NCAA Bracket HERE. Thanks, Will... - You want a good reason to watch college basketball? Lewis Black put it quite succinctly...
There hasn't been much going on here, lately. My boy Jumbo plagarised my blog and wrote about my visit to Victoria HERE, then had karma catch up to him in the form of a sprained shoulder. You getting old, son... I have my first Big Brother outing tomorrow. It's still getting dark early, so I thought we'd rent some video games and veg out, and get a chance to know each other. Report to come ...
Soccer season is around the corner, though I'm sure to have the same fate as Jumbo if we were to start playing now. Two twisted and still unhealed ankles, not to mention a month away from the gym while they've quote-unquote "healed" would add up to an ugly start. So it's physio and rehab for me until then. But for all you soccer heads out there, a couple vids...
The top-20 greatest soccer celebrations. I can guarantee I'm breaking these ALL out this year... I love the Liverpool guys - there's always controversy involved. Like Robbie Fowler snorting the touch line after being accused of cocaine use, and Craig Bellamy's golf swing the week after he attacked his teammate with a golf club - because he wouldn't sing a karaoke song. Peter Crouch's "robot" dance is classic, too.
And the top-20 greatest comedic moments in soccer. It's a great one from the first clip.... Gaawwdamn south american fakers...
And one last thing.... Because he was the reason I became a reporter. (Along with Spiderman and Superman). Thanks to Miceail for spotting this...
Spielberg’s DreamWorks to bring cartoon hero Tintin to the big screen
BRUSSELS, Belgium (AP) — It was a quarter-century in the making but, then again, nothing is easy for cartoon heroes such as Tintin. Steven Spielberg’s DreamWorks, a division of Viacom Inc., has committed to produce at least one movie about the adventures of the intrepid Belgian reporter, Nick Rodwell, head of Moulinsart NV, Tintin’s commercial studio, said Thursday. “After 25 years, they finally said, 'OK, let’s go,’” Rodwell said of the protracted talks with Spielberg. In an interview, Rodwell said the Hollywood company will go into preproduction for a movie, which should appear in theatres in about two years. It wasn’t clear whether the film would be cartoon animation, computer animation or a movie with actors, or which of the 24 cartoon books of Tintin’s adventures would be picked. “If movie No. 1 works, we will continue,” Rodwell said. Talks about a Hollywood movie on Tintin, who saves the lives of countless people and makes sure criminals end up behind bars, have long stalled on financial issues and production questions. The first plan surfaced just before Tintin’s creator, Georges Remi, aka Herge, died in 1983. Even at that time, Remi, one of the world’s foremost cartoon strip authors, delighted in Hollywood’s interest. “If Steven Spielberg wants to make a Tintin film I cannot imagine anything better,” Rodwell said of Remi’s thoughts, and he fully realized that a movie adaptation might well change the way Tintin looks. “Let’s see what he comes up with,” Rodwell said. Tintin books have sold 220 million copies worldwide and have been translated in 77 languages. ——— On the Net: http://www.tintin.com/
Anyways, the obligatory update. I spent the past weekend in Victoria and Van, visiting with some old friends and even older family. I had a moment of clarity while visiting Jumbo and his Northeast clan.
I.. AM... GETTING... OLD...
It wasn't when Jeremy started going off on the "status of hip-hop these days." He went all Walter Mathau (think Grumpy Old Men) and talked about how good things were back when we were young. You know, the Good Ol' Days. No, it was when I realized that I've known Jeremy for over 20 years. Twenty years? Are you kidding me? I know people who weren't even ALIVE 20 years ago. Sigh. But hip hop was better back when we were younger ... Got into Victoria on Saturday, had dinner with moms, then pulled the chute and went out to meet the Northeasts at an African party. Good food, good company, and I even started the whole "dancing circle." African shhuuuure love us light-skinneded brothas... lol Sunday, got up, did something I can't rememeber, then did some more I can't remember. I think there was another visit with Jeremy for some Xbox 360 action. And yes, I'm still the KING. Monday, the obligatory breakfast at John's Place, still the best restaurant in Victoria. At least, for casual atmosphere and good food. Hit the ferry, missed the first, missed the second, and got on the third after a three-hour wait. I was then the last one off the boat, which was obviously God rubbing salt in some karmic wound. Dinner with the folks in White Rock, up early the next day to head downtown to renew my U.S. passport. Got downtown at 11:30 a.m., walked the dog, hit the office at noon. The office was only open from 8-12. Return to the car, kick the dog, blame him for all my woes, and drive over to meet Dee. A brief run-in with Mary Jane, then off to Cactus Club for eats and drinks. Good times. Met the sister of his Unicorn, who turns out to be a complete and total poser, for lack of a better word. She claims she's into art "and stuff," and it's brought up that my pops is an artist. "You know Jim Adams?" I asked. "Oh, ya. Totally. I've been to lots of events 'n stuff done in his name. He does really good ... art," she replies. It's completely obvious to everyone at the table she has no idea whom my pops is, but she tries to name-drop anyways. I cringe inside, but smile outwardly. "Wow, that's really nice of you to say." Now gets to steppin. (Here's a review of how my dad's show went, by the way.) Back to The Rock for another dinner, meet a friend for drinks at Charlie Don't Surf, and spend the entire time pretending the people at the table next to us - about 27 inches away - aren't madly making out. With tongue. And groping. And coincidental simoltaneous trips to the bathroom. (*And JJ pukes) The train rumbles by at one point during the night, and Diana isn't convinced that we used to flatten coins on the tracks. I pull the waitress over, she corroberates the story. I then tell D how the actual White Rock was brought north by Indians, who worshipped it as a god. She has no choice but to believe me.
Morning comes, I pack up all the antique furniture my parents passed on to me. I see why they want to get rid of it when the leg on the table breaks off. Dad pulls a "Here, a lil glue, it'll be fine" line, and we load it up. Upon arrival in Kelowna, the leg is once again broken. I think I've been saddled with a lemon... lol
And then, it's back to work for me. Which means internet surfing and MSN chatting. Other news of note to report: Monday, I meet my Little Brother. Now we'll see what kind of mentoring skills I really have. "Why no - marijuana is NOT bad. That's just what the cops want you to think...." Anyone got money for bail?
Meanwhile, I've found my future wife. I don't know what she looks like from the front, but this is enough for me. It's from a series of pics on Si.com of fans with tattoos. It's kind of interesting to note that four of the crazies are Raiders fans. We have the best supporters, hands down. And then there's THIS GUY. Apparently, this guy did this for Lakers tickets. He's also, on the same radio station that gave him the tix, been tasered by Game, had mace squirted into his eye, and eaten worms.
Anyways, some pics ..
The Birthday Boy
Maxwell Xavier Northeast. Grandpa says he's exactly like Jumbo was at his age. Which means trouble for us all...
Imani. Her name means "faith" in swahili. It should be "precious." She's a doll.
Annie Otieno Northeast. Also a doll. But she can't dance like me. Who got the party started on Saturday? Yep - El Smooth J.
On to my kid - Madden. He met his "sister," Ravon, and after a brief getting-to-know-you period, they both proceeded to bite, salivate and regurgitate all over each other the entire weekend.
In a word, "Chick Magnet." Sorry, that's two.
The afore-mentioned Ravon, the canine world's answer to ADD kids.
