Sunday, October 28, 2007

My basketball fever is rising

Yep, that's right. The 3 or 4 of you that frequent my blog know that I'm a die-hard Raptors fan. And it's that time of year again. Time for the smack talking and strategizing over the yearly basketball pools. Time to juggle my regular TV watching schedule, because "there's a game tonight." It's time for Raptor's ball!

I love what I've seen so far in the pre-season. The ball movement has looked really good, and our 3-point sharpshooters have been hitting their shots. Andrea Bargnani has looked more aggressive than his rookie campaign. Carlos Delfino also looked really good. Joey Graham looks ... Well, he looks like his twin brother Stephen. Anyways...

A lot of NBA analysts continue to doubt this squad. Most of the ESPN writers have Toronto as a bottom 4 seed. I guess being under the radar is better than being the hunted, but still ... Boston? For real? I'll believe it when I see it. Until then, I believe that the Raptors are going for 50+ wins this season, and that they will finish on top of the Atlantic.

For those of you in our ESPN Fastbreak pool, remember. $50 per person, and the winner takes all! I've got a secret weapon: My Greasemonkey script, which takes a player's game log and calculates the Fastbreak points for each game. Check it out:

Here's the before shot. It shows a game log for Kobe Bryant:
and here's the after shot. I replaced the "results" column with a calculation of Kobe's Fastbreak points for that game:
Oh snap! How did he do it? You won't find this script anywhere online, cuz I wrote it myself! PS ... Fuck y'all, I ain't sharing! Now, all I gotta do is win this stupid game, I haven't won since we were in university. Go Greasemonkey!

La Familia

Last weekend I was hanging out with a lot of family. There was new family (my godson Jayden's baptism), family from across the border (My cousins from Minnesota), and family from around the world (My cousins from the Philippines). Over the weekend I learned a lot:
  • Kids are great. I want to have kids as soon as possible.
  • My parents are anti-social. So that's where I got it from...
  • Mr Eko from Lost preaches at St Patrick's Church. "Ello"
  • I look really good in a suit.
Check it out!



Tuesday, October 16, 2007

East Coast 2K7 vol. 3

I will never, ever, EVER visit Fredericton, NB again for the rest of my life. In fact, my life depends on me staying away from this village of inbred, moronic, pathetic stooges. I am likely to be arrested for punching someone so hard that his head pops clean off his neck. An extra indictment would be added for using a human head as a soccer ball and running along the streets with my shirt off and my arms outstretched, yelling "gooooal!"

"Yo, Al, you seem upset" ... fucking right I'm upset! Let me break it down for you. Fredericton was roughly the halfway point from Halifax to Quebec City, during our journey back home. We decided it'd be a great place to stop and have a quick dinner.

After driving around so a.i. could get a shot of the Fredericton legislative assembly (which, by the way, was completely covered in scaffolding, an eyesore that Anth didn't seem to care about as he shot multiple digital shots with his camera and shot multiple cream loads in his pants), we voted 4-1 to eat at Harvey's. I voted for Tim Hortons, which nobody thinks about for dinner, but would most certainly have been the better choice once you learn more about my teeth-grinding encounter.

So we pull into this Harvey's, and it's barren. Everyone must have been at home working on their 1000-piece jigsaw puzzles, or watching Hee-Haw on their VCR, or whatever the fuck they do for fun in Fredericton. The emptyness is an important part of my story.

I walk up to the cashier, and place my order: "one hamburger, and one hamburger combo, with onion rings and a root beer." Easy enough, right? We pay with cash, and the dude hands me my receipt. Innocent enough, right? I throw out the receipt, cuz that's what I do with receipts when I pay cash. Now, here's where things take a turn for the worst.

The guy who's in charge of putting toppings on the burger tells me to "Continue forward, please" ... What the fuck? There's nobody else here. What's the rush? Then, he asks me for my receipt. "Sorry man, I threw out my receipt", I tell him. He rolls his eyes at me ... The fucker rolled his eyes! "Well, what did you order?", He asks me. Fucker, There are only 5 people in line, and I'm at the front of the line. Whatever the fuck you have cooked is mine! I didn't say that, of course, I simply pointed to the two hamburgers behind him, and said, "The two burgers behind you."

So the guy puts what we asked for on our burgers. Great. This fucking bozo is good for something. He places the burgers on the tray, and then stares blindly at the wife and I. Cathy reminds me that she ordered onion rings, so I let dickwad know. He tells me, in the most condescending of voices, "There's nothing I can do without the receipt. You need your receipt for me to know what you ordered." Are you fucking kidding me? Did you graduate from elementary school? Is your job that difficult, really? If you want, I can jump over the counter and fix my own burger. Seriously.

Maybe I can teach you guys a few things. Like, if you really need the receipt, you place it on the tray, instead of handing it to the customer. Or, if you want to avoid getting your ass kicked, you should be mindful of what you say and how you say it.

Fuck you, Fredericton Harvey's. That is all.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

So not cool

My cousin messaged me from work with new Starcraft II footage. Being the SC fanboy that I am, I quickly stopped working and checked it out. Turns out that she was punking me. I was devastated:

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

East Coast 2K7 vol. 2

Our day in Halifax was slow paced and chillin. No need to cram in tons of tourist attractions because ... there ain't nothing to see!

Since we got in really late, we slept in. Well, if you ask Chin, he'd probably tell you nobody slept except for Shaun. There has always been a history between Chin, Shaun, and snoring. Chin can't stand the snoring. Shaun denies it's even him to begin with. Everyone else benefits from the ebb and flow, as we watch the punkage fireworks explode.

The theme song of Halifax: "Real Talk", from R Kelly's album Double Up. If you've never heard it, you should give it a listen. Hilarious.

We had lunch by the water, and I thought maybe it'd be a good idea to order an Alexander Keith's, even though my ass always gets sick whenever I drink beer. When in Rome, ya heard? Long story short, My stomach didn't feel right until dinner. Fuck you and your India Pale Ale.

Chin went up the Wave, and Shaun tried to go up. Twice. Did he make it up? C'mon dawg, what do you think? a.i. also tried to make it up, but it was a half-assed attempt that made Chin look like an olympian and Shaun look like a special olympics medalist.

We were loafting around some statue, and took this video:

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Shaun and I stopped by the casino, while those other guys continued loafting around. We met back in time for our dinner at the Five Fisherman. This is what we drove all the way to Halifax for. This is what we were waiting for. Fresh, east coast lobster, bitches! Believe me, it was worth it.

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I wanted to watch my countryman Manny Pacquiao fight in a Halifax bar, but I knew I wouldn't be able to stay awake. So I went to sleep. It was sometime around 10 or 11. I'm starting to get old yo. Dang.

We went to visit the Halifax harbour before we left, and then it was off to Quebec City! Thanks for the lobster, Halifax!

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

East Coast 2K7 vol. 1

Team ID's annual Thanksgiving trip has been going strong for 5 years. New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Chicago. This year, we thought we would try to be more ambitious. So we "plotted a course" (as Shaun might say, being the Star Trek fanboy that he is) to Halifax, Nova Scotia.

Now, Google Maps told us that the 1700-1800km trip would take around 17 hours. Since there are 24 hours in a day, and since everyone is a licensed driver, we figured we could make the trip there in one day. We also figured that if we took a more direct route, crossing the border and going through the US, we would save 1 or 2 hours.

Wrong!
The trip there was absolutely brutal. 21-22 hours brutal. We started at 5AM. I took the first leg, and drove on approximately 1.5 hours sleep. It took 4 separate drivers to get the job done. Around 8pm, we were disappointed. Around 10, we were annoyed. At 4am (Atlantic time, we lost a friggin hour!) we were so tired we just wanted to sleep. As a tip for anyone else hoping to make the trip, I suggest two things: First, don't go through the States. Second, don't forget to take into account traffic, stopping for gas + food, and speed limits dropping to 25 mph. Fuck!

We stopped in St. John, NB, to eat, and found a place called King of Donair. What's a Donair? As far as I can tell, it's a Gyro with a fancy name. They put in on a pizza, and it tastes delicious!

To pass the time, we listened to the stand-up comedy of Dave Chappelle, Chris Rock, some crappy guy whose name I don't remember, and Bill Cosby. Shaun destroyed Chin in Tetris. We tried to figure out how to play Bomberman. Anth took a dump. All in all, it was a trip filled with punkage.

The best decision we made: renting a GPS unit from Avis for our trip. GPS is like Gandalf the grey. TeamID could not get lost even if we tried, thanks to the GPS, but more so because Jon wasn't around riding shotgun and fucking shit up. Speaking of people that didn't make the trip, y'all got punked hardcore! That's what you get!

Our hotel, the Courtyard Marriott, was right by the water, and walking distance to everything in downtown Halifax. Well, that's not so impressive when you figure that downtown Halifax is only 7 blocks wide. The room was swanky, and felt very new.

Next: Our day of sightseeing