“One, two, three…GARY D!”
So says the Long Beach Wilson High School baseball team as they took to the field at Blair Field in Long Beach, California against the rival Lakewood Lancers. They were battle-tested, winning a 7-6 nailbiter. Gary D, was, in this case, Gary DeVercelly. DeVercelly was a standout Wilson alumnus who died due to an alcohol-related binge haze gone wrong at Rider University.
For those of you who don’t know, Rider University is a school in the northeast of the country, and plays in the Metro Atlantic Ahtlwetic Conference. In other words, it’s a small school. But when news reached the players that Gary used to play with when he was with the Bruins, it hurt real hard.
For Long Beach Wilson, the most prep-looking of the schools in the Moore League, and the area for all that mattered, losing someone like Gary DeVercelly was like losing a member of their family. The Wilson banner flew at half-mast for a while. From that point on, the players wore black armbands, honoring their fallen comrade.
As a Lakewood alumnus, I felt some sort of sympathy for those folks. I never like to see people go like that. When they have so much to live for, and a lethal overdose of aqua vitae took all their hopes and dreams-and their life away, living can be a cruel thing.
I tried getting a bid to a couple off frats at Long Beach State. Neither gave me a bid. And while I rued the day they did that to me, I look back at it, and it was probably one of the best things that happened to me. If I was intoxicated, and died while pledging, my family would have been shaken to the foundation and some, I can tell you that much.
With all that out of the way, I am hopeful that Lakewood will have the breaks that will even the score with the high-flying Bruins. Lakewood is ranked 9th in the nation by Baseball America, while Wilson is ranked 4th. It’s very possible these two could meet in the CIF-SS Division I championship at Angel Stadium.
I love Dire Straits. My favorite songs include “Walk Of Life”, “Tunnel Of Love,” “Romeo and Juliet,” “Money For Nothing,” and, of course, “Sultans of Swing.”
I am a connoisseur of good musical hooks. When a good riff is made, combined with a suitable melody that drives the song, it can make a song memorable. In my view, a Billboard-charting song has its foundation on the hooks, from the rhythm, to the melody, to the lyrics themselves. And when it’s done right, it tops the charts.
Some hooks are done so well, that they can be remembered for many years. Take, for example Republica’s “Ready To Go.” This song combined good rhythm sampling, with guitars, and some simple, but proper lyrics. The hooks that drive the verses, refrain, chorus and bridge make a song that was composed in the mid-90’s relevant to today. This song became a jock jam. In otherwords, it was a song made for sports, and is played during important matched for teams. I can imagine that a collage of clips featuring the team in question can be easily choreographed to this music, and played before the pre-match introductions.
But let’s get back to the match between the Lancers and the Bruins. I knew that this was going to be a preview for the playoffs that would follow later in the season.
The Bruins start off with a few base hits, and jump off to an early 1-0 lead. The Lakewood supporters, who are on the third base side of the field and up to that point were frustrated with the hits given up, finally have something to cheer about with an out caught stealing, followed by a ground out. This game was going to be a long one.
A high school game goes seven innings in regulations, but there are times that the innings get longer, and leaner. Walks, combined with inept pitching, equal some utter futility.
I’m not going to place any future mobile I have in my jacket pockets. They tend to slide out when the pockets are not restrained by closed zippers. I’ll have to leave my next one at home. Hopefully, when my mom calls, she found out that someone has my phone. This has to be the worst feeling, having to lose it on the bus thanks to poor jacket design.
At the end of the night, to keep a long story short, Lakewood held off a rally by Wilson, and won thanks to some key baserunning in the bottom of the fourth to even the score, and possibly have a share of the Moore crown, defeating Wilson 5-4.
The Lancers even the score
A light...gone out
She was a light in our district’s darkness.
I just received news today, reading at today’s papers. Congresswoman Juanita Millender-McDonald, who represents my district, the 37th in California, passed away yesterday. I couldn’t believe the news…but I had to. People come, and people go. I just shook me head. I am just realizing the many things she has done in my district. District 37 encompasses West Long Beach.
She was an important member of Congress for I don’t know how many years. I was proud to have met her. Her hard work in helping our community was the reason she was able to keep her seat. No other person could have done such a great endeavor as a senior member of the House of Representatives.
I remember a number of people barracking for Peter Matthews to represent the Democrats in the recent election last year. He was flattened by Millender-McDonald in the primaries. I remember Oscar Velasco, a humble Pinoy like me, who did our taxes a few times, fight a brave battle against Millender-McDonald…as a Republican. But no, one, an I mean, NO ONE, could replicate the many great things Congresswoman Millender-McDonald did for the West Side. She is one of those people that will go down as a tough act to follow. I salute her, as she takes her place in the sky. Maybe she will be able to meet my grandparents there. I hope she can do that for me.
Rest in peace.
April 17: A pure day from hell.
I'm...not dead yet.
I still ask myself, “Why am I not gone yet?” Yesterday was a day that I would love to forget. In fact, I have to forget this day, because I sacrificed a number of things, part of a baseball game that would see my home team drop, and barely missing a bus. On top of that, my hockey team, the Anaheim Ducks, squandered a sweep that night, and the Angels continued their evil losing ways once again.
The biggest one that had to hurt was the fact that I had a second unexcused tutoring absence. It was not something I wanted to sacrifice, but given that my laptop was going through an important software upgrade, I had to give that up.
On top of that, I was a no-show at the ISSA meeting because my laptop was still going through the upgrade. The people at the labs could not let my laptop go unattended, and if I pulled the plug, I would still be stuck with Vista Home Premium, instead of Vista Ultimate, which was finally finished over an hour after the meeting concluded.
I had enough time to get the baseball game, but the Dirtbags were awful against LMU. Inept pitching. Horrible fielding. And extra innings after squandering the opportunity to win the game with the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth.
To make matters worse, I missed my bus heading to Downtown Long Beach. And for an exclamation point, my sister goes far as to call me an idiot. I’m not sure I can accept her apology afterwards, unless she pays for my bloody tuition. She’s 10 times the schumck I will ever be, that older sister of mine.
I am still stunned and in disbelief that I could survive such a nightmarish day. Maybe the man upstairs is telling me to wait a long while before he puts me in the know. Guess life will have to go on for me...for now.
So that's the poor fellow's name...
Cho Seung-Hui. As an Asian-American, I have to feel for the family of this guy. I don't know if this was an attempt to impress Kim Jong-Il and company, but it was an ill-fated attempt, to put it nicely. I had to edit this post after finding some new info.
But let's cut to the chase. There are other things he could have done other than this.
For example: he could have gone here and settled down with the Anime Club or the Pilipino-American Coalition. Alternatively, he could be Zeta, as in a member of Zeta Phi Rho. Or he could have been an active member of SPJA, and helped continue Anime Expo's legacy of being the original, and still the best, anime convention in North America.
In short, Cho Seung-Hui could have done something better with his life. Heck, if he was majoring in Info Systems like me, I could have found another tutor to help me with my Stat work and Oracle scripting. Instead, he resorted to this.
And I don't know where his soul will be, but I doubt even the likes of famous Chinese leaders like Mao Zedong, Deng Xiaopeng, or even Cheng Kai-shek, heck, even Confucius would approve of such an act.
A MySpace House Call
I've not that into MySpace as I was before. However, I do post every now and then on my blog, Bedlam on MySpace Boulevard, which is a satellite blog of BoBA. I found out that I have a lot of junk that I have to clean out. So, before I finish up that IS 340 homework, I have to deal with cleaning out my inbox.
That might be the only thing that was a pain, although it was way later in the day. Humph. I'm doing a house call on my account as I put this to blog.
It was a good day.
I love Ice Cube. I like his for a number of his songs he wrote with N.W.A., specifically the surreal "Straight Outta Compton," as well as Bop Gun, featuring Parliament Funkadelic legend George Clinton. I still love his dreads. But one song that sticks out today is that song, "It Was A Good Day." One of the lines of the song has "The Lakers Beat The Supersonics." And truth be told, that's what the Lakers did today, and, in the process, ending days of frustration with a clinched playoff berth, snapping a losing streak on the side.
But that wasn't the only good thing that happened. It was the other good outcomes that has April 15, 2007 as one of my better days of the year to have experienced.
1. I predicted Sebastien Bourdais to win the Toyota Grand Prix of Long Beach, and lo and behold, he did so, fending off challenge from a certain Aussie named Will Power. Lampoon that, Grunion buffs, Fancy Lash, Father MacKenzie and you ilk.
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2. I predicted that there would be no hope for Cal State Northridge's baseball team, and the Dirtbags swept them, winning 7-2. In addition, those grumpy Staff Pro old farts left me alone. Wise move, you able-bodied Leisure World pensioners. Oddly enough, I went on a bus full of senior citizens when heading off to pick up lunch at the In-N-Out in Marina Pacifica.
3. I went to the softball game against Fullerton. It was the rubber match. Some Bobby Sox kids told me to be quiet, but I told them, "Kids, you're here to have fun. Make some noise and enjoy the game." One even asked me, "Do you go to all the events." I said, "Kid, I've been to over 70 so far in all sports, save cross-country and golf, this season, and I'm not done yet." Bridgette Pagano was able to atone for her demise yesterday, and the 49ers took the series, winning 5-1. And I was able to pick up my lunch without missing the bus. And I got a sweet game program and media guide.
4. The Dodgers won on Jackie Robinson day, 9-3. And the Angels were spared further humiliation from Boston thanks to snow. Odd that in the middle of April, there is still snow in the Northeast. That thing may not be over when June comes up there if it holds up!
5. FC Dallas gets theirs, after making Joe Cannon look like a rec league keeper, via a 3-0 drubbing by Red Bull New York and Bruce Arena.
6. The Anaheim Ducks get a 2-1 win over the Minnesota Wild, putting them on the ropes for Super Tuesday at the XCel Energy Center in the Twin Cities.
7. Michael Ballack sent Chelsea to the promised land in the FA Cup semifinal, giving the Blues a 2-1 win over Blackburn Rovers in extra time. The stage is set for a world-famous football clash in a world-famous stadium. Manchester United vs. Chelsea. The 2007 FA Cup Final presented by E.ON at Wembley Stadium. May 19, 2007. Will you be there?
(Hint: I won't.)
It's funny to know that those two could be meeting again at Athens in the 2007 UEFA Champions League Final if Chelsea downs Liverpool and Man United disposes of AC Milan. Never mind that these two are in a race for the Premiership Crown. That Man United (owned by Malcolm Glazer, managed by Sir Alex Ferguson) vs. Chelsea (owned by Chukotka head honcho Roman Abromovich, managed by Jose Mourinho) for ya.
8. The Matildas rolled over Chinese Taipei, 10-0. It's clear that the matches against the Chollima concubines from North Korea will determine who in their group will be heading off to Athens.
A great day to be a yanderekko...
For those of you who don't know what the heck a yanderekko is, that is the term for a cute girl who ends up becoming a hellbent killer. An example of this is Rena Ryuuguu (one of my favorite yanderekkos) from When Cicadas Cry (Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni).
And why is that, one asks? While a number of my local teams won, a number of my local teams also lost today (and yesterday).
I'll go to the teams that failed. Starting with the Galaxy. Now, call what you will, all those "the ball is round" type of talk, but the bottom line is: my LA Galaxy played the type of football that overpaid, pretentious, impotent sportswriters love to rip apart just to get some extra dough. They lost 2-1 to an FC Dallas team that should have been winnable without David Beckham. No excuse for that uncompelling home opener.
Next, the Lakers. Oh dear. How many more losses before you salvage a playoff berth, Phil Jackson? They sunk to .500, losing to Phoenix. I'd rather cheer for the Clippers now. I'll place even money on Phil Jackson and his staff fired if they are eliminated while crashing into the finish line.
Next, the Avengers. Ouch! Ed Hodgkiss, when will you tell you guys to play some defense when it matters most? I mean, I know Arena Football is a high-scoring ordeal-it's a given, and I've actually seen a game during your inaugural season-but come on now. Dropping another one to the Utah Blaze? You can feel the heat now, Hodgie, and it's not coming from Utah...I leave it to you to find that out. Schmuck.
Next, the Angels. While I know Boston will be once again a force to be reckoned with, you gotta tell your guys not to make getting blown out of the water a habit. Baseball, like any sport, has a business side to things. That's why I'm attending classes at the CBA right now...
Finally, Long Beach City College and Long Beach State men's volleyball. I'll get to Alan Knipe's swains last. First, LBCC. Jeez Louise, Randy Totorp! Dropping the match to Santa Monica on the 6th (after looking for the result for over a week)!? You gotta kick butt against Moorpark to get the conference title. The Corsairs might be the ones who take the wheels off you. Unforgivable.
But I'll give you this, Randy: your guys are nowhere near as pathetic as Long Beach State. Ugh, Alan Knipe! Why, oh why, did USA Volleyball hire you to coach the national side at the Pan American Games this summer? It doesn't make sense. Finishing the season on a losing note, getting whitewashed by UC Irvine, of all teams! If this is how your national side will play (and I know they can send the Beach off the face off this war-torn planet if they wanted to), then they've got as good a chance of winning gold as England have a chance of winning the World Cup. USA Volleyball, hire John Speraw for the Olympic run. Please. Or Marv Dunphy. Or Al Scates. Or Bill Ferguson or Mike Wilton. Heck, have your program do an about-face and hire Ryan McGuyre! Anybody but Alan Knipe! For the love of William "Mintonette" Morgan!
I hope I am proven wrong.
Now I go to the good stuff that happened. Anaheim Ducks are now 2-0 on Minnesota Wild, while the Dodgers, LBSU women's tennis, the Dirtbags, and the Las Vegas 51s won. End good stuff. I seem to write more about failure than victory. I suppose I'm falling in with those sportswriters, except for one thing: I'm not paid to blog. And until someone gives me the ability to snap my fingers to take money from someone without them knowing it and letting me get away with it...I like it that way.
On the importance of articulated buses.
I can be very antisocial when someone doesn't give me the right of way, so far as to deride them for their dissent. Without apology. See, I never like to apologize,-in fact, I don't feel it's worth it, unless my life is at stake, or they are paying for my tuition, food, etc., because I believe apologies do not undo the damage in any way.
That being said, I feel that Long Beach Transit needs to have articulated buses, period. No regular buses. All articulated. With the rising number of people using the system, and the rise of obese old farts (which is even more alarming), articulated buses are a necessity.
Let me give a real-life example, one that just happened few minutes ago as I went to post. While I was taking the bus, a morbidly obese black man (apparently a Disabled Veteran) sat next to me. He wanted more room. He wasn't going to get it. He tried pushing, but to no avail. Eventually, he got off, and I let everyone know that guys like him are reasons why we are ranked in the top 5 fattest cities in the nation (although the pollution and freeways are a bigger reason).
As if that wasn't bad enough, a female black student was in my way, as I got to my stop. I asked her to move, but she wasn't to give me that room. So, naturally, I had to get mean. As she did so, I told her to get screwed, and for good measure, gave her a taste of Don Imus for her dissent. Everyone was horrified, but I made no apologies. It should be simple. Move, so I can get through. There was some space. It's not that hard. Unfortunately for her, she made it hard.
It's the stubborness of such passengers that makes me that more of an advocate for articulated buses on Long Beach Transit. Anyone who disagrees with me should get screwed as well.
Welcome to the streets, Don Imus.
Oh dear. I didn't know what this talk show host named Don Imus said regarding the Rutgers women's basketball team ("nappy headed whores"?)...heck, I don't even know who the hell he is, but he's finished doing any more broadcasting. I think he should be fired without pay, and sent to the streets to where he should belong. If he were saying this in a nation of Amazons (assuming such a thing exists), he would be impaled, chopped up, and boiled into stew for those remarks.
So Tommy Amaker is now the head coach at Harvard. Enjoy your Ivy title, Penn, because they're due to take it off your Quaker head post-haste!
Chelsea was lucky to prevent extra time. Thanks to Andriy Shevchenko and a late stoppage-time goal by Michael Essien, they are now going to face either PSV Eindhoven, or, more likely...Liverpool. It's one of those "You again..." type of encounters. I hope they are successful in getting the job done, instead of choking like UCLA did against Florida in men's college basketball two years in a row.
Adam Jones is suspended from the NFl for one year. Not harsh enough. The football-player turned Supreme McGriff protege should be banned from football-and-sport-altogether. And I mean it.
Damn Manchester United....they had fun at Old Trafford against AS Roma. It wasn't even close. 7-1, winning 8-3 on aggregate. I wonder who they will face in the semis of the Champions League...Bayern Munich or AC Milan? I hope it's Bayern. Just because.
Why hello there, Mr. Koulax…
On a day where the Dirtbags claimed another series after being in a funk the last three goes, the Long Beach State softball team fail in predictable fashion against Cal Poly, while the women’s water polo team are given a refresher course in Water Polo 101 by Stanford.
Congrats to the Michigan State Spartans for winning the Frozen Four on the eve of Christ’s supposed resurrection. Ironically, the Spartan Fight Song is based on a Christian revival hymn called “Stand Up, Stand Up For Jesus.” Divine Intervention? (They did score three goals…one for the father, son, and holy ghost.) Timing of the best case? King Leonidas getting his revenge with the Green and White fighting in the shade? I leave it to you schmucks to figure it out.
And as for our men’s volleyball team…it’s over, unless they get help fast. Cue the long beep sound you hear on those medical drama’s like Gray’s Anatomy, E.R., and whatever garbage the big three network decide to place on as a Blue Plate special on the boob tube.
I hope the Galaxy wins on Sunday. And I personally welcome Dan Monson as the next coach for the 49er hoopster guys. But now he has to prove to us why he was the right decision....starting with the recruiting trail.
lbsu,
You don’t have to be rich to make a mean-ass burger!
No. Seriously. Just ask a humble guy by the name of Tommy Koulax. It was decades ago that he decided to make a commitment to make the finest burgers and hot dogs and fries in the Los Angeles area. His idea became a reality with The Original Tommy’s hamburger and hot dog chain. Before the baseball game with Oral Roberts on Thursday, I decided to make my annual ritual to the Tommy’s in Long Beach to savor a Tommyburger, which was laced with their special chili. I do this once per year, in the middle of my university’s baseball season, preferably in the first week of April, when the cherry blossoms flow down.
I should have taken a photo of the sketch of Mr. Koulax. This guy knew how to run a fast food chain. No franchising. Word-of-mouth advertising. Not spreading too far in the hopes of finding stability and not close part of the chain. He had savvy. And a famous slogan to go with it: “If You Don’t See The Shack…Take It Back!”
In a city where competing chains like McDonald’s, Burger King, and (my home base) Carl’s Jr. (only because they have one on campus) lock heads with other chains to find the right customers, there are some local chains that don’t believe in trying to spread worldwide. The Original Tommy’s is an example of this. It’s akin to the City of Lakewood government: Times Change. Values Don’t.
As I watched the game, I was not disappointed. Oral Roberts just disposed of Wichita State, a team who we lost two out of three to. Dr. Dan, a local supporter of the Dirtbags, as well as the author of the Diamond Dust blog and baseball insert, called for Mike Weathers’ crew to go back to the fundamentals. In spite of giving up an error, the Beach was able to play a solid game through Andrew Liebl, an ace from Livermore up in the Bay Area, and the Bags won 4-0. I think it was a good move not to risk Bryan Shaw choking like he did in the third game against Fullerton. By doing so, he avoided getting his closer risking some more scathing remarks, should he do it two home games in a row. In the pros, I think he would called down, and reassigned.
Speaking of which, the minors got going. While the Los Angeles Angels dropped their first match of the year to those loathsome scum from that cesspool of the Bay known as Oakland, their Triple-A affiliate, the Salt Lake Bees, edged the Las Vegas 51s, 4-3. Ironically, the Angels lost by that same score.
One more thing: the 51s are affiliated with the Dodgers, and they are not starting in the right auspices. Still early, though. And I will bet you that Matsuzaka-mania will die quicker than it started. Maybe not now, but somewhere later this season.
Ten great songs with summer on it
Ah, Good Friday. No meat today, and I got a couple of teams...okay, a trio, I would love to see crucified...with a loss. San Hoser in women's water polo, Oral Roberts in baseball, and Hawaii in men's volleyball.
Now, if I may continue with the summer lists, I would like to disseminate my top 10 songs with the word “Summer” in it.
1. The Boys of Summer – Don Henley
This songs has a great kick to it. A timeless 80’s melody riff. The live version by the Eagles is a great example of this at work, as well as the DJ Sammy cover, which has a bumping beat that echoes shining chicks in bikinis bathing in the sun.
2. Summer of 69’ – Bryan Adams
A tune that characterizes Adams’s signature sound of classicrock with an 80’s edge to it. A light power ballad worth boogieing to.
3. Our Last Summer – ABBA
A melancholy ballad of lost love, and a guy named Harry who is a football fan. And a family man. And the guy of a downtrodden girl’s dreams. And worth a listen.
4. Summertime – Will Smith
A nice hip-hop number that shows a slice of life in the summer that is still true today. If you’re in the city.
5. Hot Fun In The Summertime – Sly Stone
Perhaps an inspiration for Genesis’ “Misunderstanding,” it’s an easy number with some great harmonies.
6. Long Hot Summer Night – Jimi Hendrix
Great bluesy number with the Experience, although “Hey Joe” and “All Along The Watchtower” are my favorites from this group.
7. Summertime Blues – Eddie Cochran
This is a song about perseverance in the times of youth. Poor Eddie got killed in a car crash, and was unable to continue his dreams of becoming one of the best musicians in history. This is the only memory of him.
8. Hot Time, Summer In The City – The Lovin’ Spoonful
Great 60’s-style song about summer in the city. The piano is quintessential novelty.
9. In the Good Old Summertime – Captain Kangaroo
This is one for the little brats. But it’s novelty, and it’s timeless, and it’s sung by Captain Kanga-fuckin-roo, people! Raise a pint of bee-uh for him!
10. The Summer Wind – Frank Sinatra or Tony Bennett, whoever sung it first.
You may have heard this from “The Simpsons,” but I love a good big band “Rat Pack” song, and this one completes the list.
Fruits for the Summer
Everyone likes to eat something sweet and fresh. So, with Spring going through its course, Summer is coming very soon. Hot days, warm nights, and lots of lovemaking underneath the stars require some fruit to fit the season. In a little bit of a deviance from the usual posts I make on BoBA and LoLi, I would like to make a list of my favorite fruits to ea during the summer. A top 10 list, if you will, in no particular order.
1. Watermelon. Glamorized by many anime classics (whacking the watermelon on the beach), this large green wonder is a perfect refreshing treat when sliced up. It quenches you, and makes you feel good. Make sure you take the seedless varieties, if you can find them.
2. Pineapple. A spiky wonder that lends a Hawaiian touch. Simply take of the crown, and slice it in chunks or rings. Maui Gold is my favorite variety. There ar actually different types of pineapple, from red ones, to purple ones. Look it up on Wiki.
3. Cantaloupe. I like to eat this when the fruit is shaved into strings, and placed in a pitcher with water, ice and sugar, then placed in the fridge. Who needs iced tea anyway!?
4. Strawberries. Although I like to eat this in the Spring, strawberries taste fantastic in the summertime as well. Take off the green top, gather them in a bunch and add cream to it.
5. Oranges. A handy snack. The color reflects the season.
6. Fuji apples. I know some people like brands like Gala, Granny Smith, and even that evil apple known as Red Delicious (ugh), but Fuji apples are what real apples should taste like. Try it. You’ll get addicted to it.
7. Nashi pears. Another thirst quencher. Some people also like a Chinese version, called Ya Li pears. That is unique in its own right, but inferior to Nashi, straight from Japan.
8. Bananas. For those of you whose minds are fixated-no, make that hellbent on fellatio-infested fornication this summer, this is the fruit for you. And it’s got a potassium kick when you at it in bunches. Go ape-crazy on this one.
9. Mangoes. Messy fruit this is, undelicious this isn’t! Enjoy this luxurious treat wherever and wherever you can get your hands on it.
10. Coconuts. Might be a bit fattening for some who are obsessed with being anorexic, but otherwise, this is a no-brainer. Enjoy!
On softball and how it turned to more than just a playground game
I always thought of softball as one of those playground games. I first saw a softball pitch when I was a young kid, walking around Admiral Kidd Park. That park was just a few minutes from my house. I saw how the field looked like. The infield was made of dirt and clay, while the outfield was grass. I thought at first that this was another example of a baseball field, until I found out that it was for a different game altogether.
Softball was an offshoot of baseball. The ball was larger, and pitches were thrown underhand. Further, there were three varieties of the game: slow-pitch, which has a very big ball, a deeper field, and no gloves needed, fast-pitch, which has a yellow ball, and was defensive oriented, and modified-pitch, which was somewhere in between the former two.
My university’s softball team played the fast-pitch variety. It’s an NCAA rule to have it be this way, and it probably is the most challenging of the three types. So I was watching the ladies take on Cal State Northridge for a three game series in two days. The first day was a doubleheader. They lost the first game, and I screamed at the ladies to wake up and get the job done. They would win the second game thanks to the heroics of one Kelly Cross. Brigitte Pagano, the pitcher who lost the first game, came right back to atone for her transgressions by winning the deciding rubber match on Sunday. On that day, one of the softball boosters gave me a shirt. On Sunday, the day of that third game, a group of kids from Los Altos Bobby Sox came over to watch. It’s a good thing they weren’t disappointed.
I suppose softball is one of those games that makes you feel like a little kid again.
Fast forward a week, and now in between watching Oral Roberts taking on the Dirtbags, the volleyball team of men finishing their home campaign against Hawaii, catching up on my IS 380 homework and blogging and drawing, I am watching the softball team take on Cal State Fullerton.
I told Ryan Kobane of the Long Beach Union Weekly that my work’s not done yet, and with the Dirtbags hogging the April dates, it’s set to be that way. We did win our last game. Could we be turning the ship around and prove that our last win against the Zot scum wasn’t a fluke?
I leave it to the schmucks who call the Blair home to figure out the answer.
150th post...a moment of silence
As I create this 150th post on BoBA, I would like to ask that you hold a moment of silence for someone special. Weeks after lead singer for Boston Brad Delp passed away, and a few days after the Virginia Beach Mariners folded, the winningest coach in NCAA Division I FCS football history, Eddie Robinson, died at the age of 88 due to Alzheimer's Disease.
He was perhaps one of the greatest coaches, if not the best ever, in Black College Football. Grambling State University won many National Championships under Coach Robinson, and he was a proud supporter of the game after he finished his coaching days with 408 wins to his credit, a record that stoood until Coach John Gagliardi eclipsed it years later with the Johnnies of St. John's in Division III.
He lived a long, proud, rich, accomplished life, and BoBA, along with its sister blogs Love and Liberty II on SeiyaUsagi.net, Love and Liberty Lite on TagWorld, and Bedlam on MySpace Boulevard on MySpace, saluted Coach Robinson for his contributions to the game of American Football...and to life.
Rest in peace.
Spring Break Sketch Suite Part 5
HEre is the canon couple from Hayate the Combat Butler...Hayate Ayasaki and Nagi Sanzennin. A 13-year old kid in love with a 16-year old kid. No problems, as far as I know. Such is the power of the overpriviliged.
Spring Break Sketch Suite Part 4
This is Hinagiku from Hayate The Combat Butler. She's my third-favorite character, after Nagi and Hayate. I need to work on shading when sketching. Quite a bit.
Spring Break Sketch Suite Part 3
I prefer to draw using pencil. That means most of my drawing are sketches. I like it that way. I have no qualms about thinking outside of the box. For example, if Apricot Sakuraba let her hair down and wore her older sister's headband, I imagine her looking like Kaede Fuyou from Shuffle!.
Spring Break Sketch Suite Part 2
I like playing the guitar. Even though I can't get the licks right, and that I prefer to play the drums (I can't afford a drum set yet....sob sob), I like to draw girls donning guitars.
Spring Break Sketch Suite Part 1
I love Jimmy Eat World. Not for the trademark song "The Middle", but more for the song "Get It Faster," from the same album, Bleed American. This fueled me to draw a set of sketches for Spring Break.
Keep in mind this is an exclusive, away from my usual site on CSULB's server. Just for those of you who like to check out BoBA.
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