Things are going in my life right now, heavy things, stressful things, but i figure I’d post a little something-something.

So I didn’t think Manny Pacquiao was going to win this one.  He was undersized, and he was up against a legend in Oscar dela Hoya.  Also, Oscar dela Hoya just happens to be a good friend of Manny’s, not to mention possibly his future boss.  I guess Pacquiao decided to beat him up while he still could, eh?

When I heard that Manny came in heavier than dela Hoya, though, I took that as a bad sign for dela Hoya.  If you starve yourself, you’re not going to have the energy to compete against somebody like Pacquiao.  I don’t like how he’s claiming it’s all for the country when it’s all about the money, but the guy is really good.  Best pound for pound fighter in the world, remember?  Oscar came in depleted.  His nutritionist messed up.  You could see it in how we walked, and how he moved in the ring, even before the first punch was thrown.  His body was shot.  He looked SMALL against Pacquiao.

Anyway, give credit to Manny for taking full advantage.  He really whipped Oscar there.  Whipped him so bad, dela Hoya had to THROW IN THE TOWEL.  He beat the heart out of dela Hoya, but he had a lot of help from Oscar’s nutritionist.  Gotta fire that guy, like, yesterday.

I’ve always used my height as an excuse with basketball.  Maybe not outwardly, but I always thought that if I were a little taller, I’d be playing pro ball right now.  Well, I’ve recently come to realize that’s total nonsense.  I look at the NBA, and I see players like Steve Nash and Chris Paul and my personal favorite, Jose Barea, and they’re all doing pretty well!  I mean, Barea is just about my height!

OK, maybe we shouldn’t include Chris Paul in the list because he’s more genetically gifted than most white guys, but still.  The point is (get it?  the POINT?), these guys are short for NBA standards.  They’re going up against 7 footers regularly.  That’s around a 10 inch difference for most those guys.  So in theory, I should be able to play against players that are around 6′6 and still dominate.  It’s as simple as that.

OK, so maybe I’ll never get to play in the NBA and make a million dollars and build a mansion furnished with expensive modern furniture, but I can still kick some ass on the court.  And that’s that.

I can understand LA losing to the Spurs.  Or the Mavericks.  Or to the Magic.  Or the Jazz.  But INDIANA??  The Pacers??  You’ve got to be kidding me.

I can’t believe Kobe Bryant let this happen.  Unbelievable.  INDIANA??

But then again, the Lakers were pretty fierce all throughout last season, all the way to the Finals, before they crumbled.  I wonder if a few losses wouldn’t do them some good..

You know what would be great?  If the Boston Celtics have a fantastic season.  Like, win 60+ games, breeze through the playoffs.  That is, until they meet the Lakers in the Finals.  Then they get swept, losing by an average of 20 points.  That’d be sweet.  Be patient, Mr. Kobe Bryant.  Revenge is a dish best served cold.

That was oh-so-sinister, right there.

Well, I’ve been dieting for half a month now, and I think the results are starting to show.  All my clothes are looser where they should be, and I’ve got more energy.  I’ve had 6 workouts too, and so far, I’ve been gaining strength in each of them.  The major lifts aren’t where they should be, but aesthetically, I’m looking a lot better.

In fact, I look so good, I can probably start modeling underwear!  Pretty soon I’ll be famous and be hanging at Bench Body shops and in the Calvin Klein underwear section, chilling with lingerie models and gay designers.  OK, maybe not.

Anyway, I hope to play basketball tonight, you know, to see if all the form can function.  We’ll see how it goes, and I’ll keep you updated.

There’s a lot of things I want for Christmas, but since I am cold and don’t like sharing, I’ll just tell you the MATERIAL things I want for Christmas.

1. New Rubber shoes
2. New Leather shoes
3. A Nokia E71
4. A new hosting plan
5. A million dollars would be nice

Just kidding.  All I really want for Christmas is peace on earth and goodwill towards men.  I want all the HMOs and cerebral palsy lawyers to just get along.  I want Mark Cuban and the SEC to kiss and make up.  I want Rosie and Donald Trump to be friends again.

Simple things, really.  By the way, has everyone heard Kanye West’s song, Flashing Lights?  That song has been on repeat in my head for the past couple of weeks or so.  It’s pretty amazing.  I mean, it doesn’t make sense on any level, but it sure makes for some good listening.

Oh, and I’m not fat enough to play Santa anymore.  Unless Spartans had a Santa, too.  Then I could probably be that.

So I saw Twilight a few days back ON DVD (yes, piracy works fast in 3rd-world countries), and I just have to say..

I hated it.  Now don’t get me wrong.  I know Ms. Stephenie Meyer is making a lot of money on her book, which is what counts, but I swear, the story absolutely sucks.  I couldn’t get past reading the first paragraph.  Poorly written.  But that’s besides the point.  Vampire movies are supposed to be good.  I’ve never seen a vampire movie I didn’t like.  The girls are hot, and everyone is smart, and there’re always great fight scenes.  But Twilight was pretty bad.

The girls weren’t hot at all.  The age-old vampires didn’t act age-old.  They acted like teenagers, when they’re only supposed to LOOK like teenagers.  As for the fight scene?  Sucked, big time.  Twilight the movie was a huge disappointment.  And this is coming from a guy who wasn’t expecting anything.

Dear Ms. Meyer, please stop writing trashy novels and sell Wilmington NC real estate instead.  We would all be better off for it.  Thank you.