As the mullet grows...

Bandwagon fans part II The Celtics

Oh man. My buddy Matt Calacino has been a Celtics fan for years. He'd go to Jazz games with me during all the losing years the C's have had over the previous 10 years, just to support his guys. He was one out like 10 people in an arena that holds 19,911, to wear the Celtic green. Now that the C's have won their first title since the 80's, the arena was jam packed full of these bandwagon/fairweather idiots. All night long they mocked the Jazz. Yelled, talked trash, and were just plain annoying. Well, guess who got the last laugh? The Jazz pulled out the come from behind win, and sent these bandwagon idiots packing. Boy did I let them have it too. Lot of things I won't repeat on my blog :)

Hahahahaha GO JAZZ!!!!

Laker fans and CBS sports

Every once in awhile I get on CBS sports website and talk on the message boards. I like to argue sports. I write on this site as voltron183. That also happens to be my Xbox live log in if you ever want to get beat at Halo. Anyhow, the latest topic we've been talking about are LA Laker bandwagon fans. These people drive me nuts. Anyone who cheers for a certain sports team based on past accomplishments or because they are currently ranked number one, aren't real sports fans. Yes I'm talking to you Laker, Yankee, and Cowboys fans who aren't from any of those cities. Here is an excerpt of my last post:

Lakers fans from California do not bother me at all. Talk your trash. Have fun. Deny that Kobe Bryant is a rapist. Whatever. What bothers me are the bandwagon Laker fans from any other part of the country. You have all these guys walking around their little towns wearing a Kobe jersey with their fitted Yankees cap, talking about how the Patriots are going to win another Super Bowl. This drives me nuts. I am a Jazz season ticket holder and every time the Lakers are in town the arena is about 25% full of Laker fans who have never even seen Southern California. These people need to stop following other people like lost sheep and form an opinion of their own. Every one of them makes me sick that they claim all this Laker and Yankee heratige as their own, yet they have never been to the Bronx or once sat in Staples.

Laker fans, I usually talk more trash to you then to others on this board and it is due to the many bandwagon fools that rep your team. If you reside in California, hell, even Nevada, rep your boys. If you live in any other state and you are a Laker fan and all you've ever seen of California is Disneyland, you are the loser I am talking about....

Friday the 13th

I just got back from house sitting for my parents. They took a trip to Hawaii and Jillian and myself stayed in their home to make sure my 17 year old brother Zach didn't kill my 13 year old sister Katie. It was fun staying there and spending time with the two of them. When I moved out of my parents over 10 years ago they were just little children, so it is kind of cool to see them interact as they are becoming young adults.

Today is Friday the 13th and I know this day holds many superstitions and is suppose to be an unlucky day, but 13 has always been a good number to me. Any of you who know me very well, know that any combination of 1 and 3, with it usually being 113 or 311 has meaning to me. Let me see if I can explain. First off, have any of you ever had a number follow you? I mean, I always seem to glance at the clock when it is 3:11 or 1:13, always, everyday. Not 1:12 or 3:10, but 1:13 and 3:11. When I check people out at Smith's totals always have combinations of 1's and 3's. When I played sports the number I was issued, not chosen was 31. Both my mother and Grandmother (who helped raise me) both had their funeral services on the 3rd at 11am. I got married on 11/3. There are countless ways this number interacts with me daily. You'd have to live my life for a day to see how much these numbers truly interact with me. I've always kind of thought they were my mother and grandmother letting me know they are watching me from above, I know cheesy but that is what I feel. Hell, the only time I win in Vegas is when I drop 13, 11, or 31 on roulette. So the number 13 is a good number for me and Friday the 13th is a happy day in my book. I do wonder though, do any of you see certain numbers constantly? I know that significant stuff always happens to my best friend David at 9:43, so I'm not alone in my number craziness.

Las Vegas 09

For those of you who have followed this blog (all 3 of you), you know that I had a trip to Las Vegas coming up. Well that trip has already come and past. It was a trip that went entirely too fast, not in the sense that I wanted to stay in Sin City, just in the fact that I was not ready to go back to work. But alas, this silly world we live in revolves around the mighty(?) dollar, and in this economy I should just be happy to have a solid job (I'm a manager in a grocery store and we all gotta eat).

Brian, Rachel, Jillian, and myself all jumped into my Scion XD and took off for Vegas late on a Thursday night after we all worked. We left early instead of the planned Friday morning departure to give us more time to play as we always seem to just nap our first day if we leave early. Since this was not the original plan we did not stay at the MGM Grand this night. We stayed in an "upgraded" room at the Stratosphere. If you read my blog in which I review all of the hotels I have stayed in down in Vegas, you know that this is my fall back hotel. Always solid. Well, this "upgraded" room and exactly the same as their standard rooms, except for the bedspread. That was it. Still, it was clean and we were just staying for the one night. We arrived at the hotel around 11pm and for some reason they only had two people working the checkout line and had a line a mile long. I waited in the line while Brian made a new best friend with some drunk guy who kept yelling weird things and telling lame jokes. Brian gave plenty courtesy laughs to the fella. This was the extent of our fun at the Stratosphere.

The next morning we all woke up and took off for breakfast/lunch at the House of Blues at Mandalay Bay. We always seem to make a stop here as the food is good and the atmosphere is fun. After that we checked into our room at the MGM Grand. The room here was nice. The beds were soft. The hotel layout was nice. Everything about the place was great, except for the drunk gaggle of dumb girls who had rooms down the hall. Every night these drunk girls would come slamming down the hall yelling, crying, laughing, hell they even breathe loudly. It took everything thing in my power to not run out at night and beat them down with my verbal assaults. As I write this right now I am searching for clean words to describe them, instead of the four lettered ones that come to mind. Anyways, Friday night was spent eating our weight in Japanese dumplings and shrimp at the Mirage. After gorging there we went to see the Beatles Love show. I have seen this show before and I love it (no pun). However, when I sat in my seat, I sat in a puddle in which I hope was just spilt soda. Brian thinks it's fat guy under butt sweat. Dear god. The hostess brought me a towel to sit on and I enjoyed the show non the less. Brian however, full of Prim Rib and seafood, found the music calming, the temperature too warm, and the lights dark, and had one expensive nap.

The next couple days were spent relaxing. Gambling, in which I never won anything. Walking the strip. Eating good food, and just having a good time. Speaking of good food, Jill and I had dinner alone one night and at at Enoteca San Marco, by Mario Batali. The food was excellent, I had the Chef's special of the day, which were Pork Ribs in a Blood Orange reduction. Jill had a very good Prosciutto and Arugula Pizza. We shared a yummy cheese appetizer and had an excellent Peanut Butter and Banana gellato. We will defiantly be going back to this place.

Overall this was a very good trip, but I can say that I am a little worn out with Las Vegas. I'm going to take a nice break from this city so the next time I go back it will have some of its allure again. I have spent so much time there in the past ten years, it feels like a second home. Now I just need to figure out where I take my late summer/early fall trip. Do I go to New York? Hawaii? California? Florida? Colorado? Too many places to see, too little money....

My Hair

Ever since 1999 I've kept my hair either buzzed or spiked. It is simple to maintain and I've always thought fat dudes look funny with long hair. I always say I'm going to grow it out to see what I'd look like, but I always give in and shave it bald. Jill told me she doesn't think I'd be able to grow it out and that I'd go crazy, so here I sit with the longest hair I've had in almost 10 years. Who knows how long I'll be able to stand all this hair, but I'll keep growing until I rock my super mullet :) So anyhow, the last picture is of me tonight after only my 2nd hair cut since July, and here's to hoping I can prove Jill wrong and rock some killer "Flock of Seagulls" 'do real soon....

Evolution of the Hair 7/14 - 1/13