On Pacific and the whinings of a rich old bastard boy from Stockton

A story. During Long Beach State's game with Pacific a while back at Amos Alonzo Stagg Stadium, in the closing moments of the game, a fan from Pacific yells obscenities at the official. By this point, he should be escorted out and banned for a few games. Now this gets even more interesting: as he is being escorted by police, the university president, Don DeRosa, joins in the colorful tirades.

Is that how you guys do it down there? And I thought I had issues...

Don DeRosa:

Bitch.

A pointer: Pacific had a Big West title in 1998. That was their only year. Meanwhile, those Stangs have hogged the hardware, winning it 6 out of the last 10 years. Another reason why I resent Cal Poly in women's soccer.

Meanwhile, the ladies rebound from the match from hell against Fullerton, to gain repentance with a 1-0 victory over UC Riverside. Down at the pool, Long Beach State's men's water polo team actually did something right, squeaking by Stanford 7-5. At least they can rest assured that they will not finished the weekend empty-handed.

And news, news, news, of all news besides the Galaxy ending their abysmal season with a whimper: Suiseiseki has been toppled by Tsukasa Hiiragi in Saimoe 2007. See my previous post for all the details.

A busy week down at the Beach…

Six dollars. Count them. One, two, three, four, five, six.

With six dollars I can buy a trio of carbonated liquid at this place called La Mexicana. La Mexicana, located at the corner of 21^st Street and Santa Fe Avenue, is a place where I went to as a kid. When I was young, I would but Funyuns, a type of onion-flavored deep fried corn rings. I would eat those incessantly, and eat them with sandwiches, with the food my mom and dad cook for me, or just by itself when I am watching something on ESPN.

Nowadays, I ditch the Funyuns for those tin cans full of carbonated liquid. But they are not just carbonated liquid. They are a type of carbonated liquid that is laced with chemicals that would seem like illegal substances, but are actually safe. Those chemicals are called taurine, L-carnitine, caffeine, and vitamins and minerals. And that’s just the basics of what’s in that liquid outside of sugar, water, colorings and natural flavors.

The kicker: they are only 2 bucks a can. Cheaper than similar stuff down at the Bookstore or at your regular am/pm. 2 x 3 = 6. Hence, six dollars.

In short, I go to La Mexicana before I hit the PCH 171 heading eastbound for the battlegrounds of the Beach (or the 190’s to 173, the 90’s, or Passport D on the weekends). Sometimes the battleground will be a large body of water with nets on either side. Sometimes the battleground will be a simple football pitch. Other times it will be inside a facility that is shaped like those architectural landmarks in Egypt. Still it could be a softball diamond, or a track, or a practice gym.

In any case, I go to La Mexicana to drink up Rockstar. Zero Carb is my Rockstar drink of choice, because it’s a less-concentrated, but refreshing rendition of the 5-Hour Energy Drink of notoriety. Occasionally I will sip a Rockstar Juiced if Zero Carb is not available. The pomegranate version is what I end up drinking, though I also like the guava version. On rare occasions, it will be a drink other than Rockstar for these games, or it might be a Rockstar and another less potent one, depending on the importance of the contests, and the number of contests going on. It might be a NOS Energy, Full Throttle Mother (acai-flavored), or [even more rarely] TaB Energy. I don’t like using Red Bull for these games, because I use them for study sessions and completing assignments.

With that being said, I am looking forward to this week’s action. Women’s soccer and women’s volleyball have the heavy hitters coming. Fullerton and Riverside will be visiting George Allen Field, while UC Santa Barbara and Cal Poly will be dueling the Beach at the Walter Pyramid. It will be interesting to see if we can lift a finger to UC Davis and Stanford at the Campus Pool on Sunday. It would be sweet to beat Stanford in anything other than men’s volleyball.

Never mind that after a Beehive State split, the hockey team will be coming back on the 19th to take on UCLA. That should be a win.

And I’ll need to muster up six dollars to pay for that tasty liquid ammunition in those little 24-fluid ounce tin cans. Chug, chug, chug.

Know your place, Mariners.

Thank god [sic] that the Mariner Miracle never materialized and the Curse of Jorge Campillo was lifted.

On Fan Appreciation Day, the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim defeated the Seattle Mariners, 7-4. And the champagne, which was on ice the past two days, was uncorked, and it was a fun party all over.

Meanwhile, Long Beach State’s women’s soccer team wraps up their trip in Norman, Oklahoma with a 5-0 win over North Texas, exacting payback for a 1-0 defeat in their last meeting in 1999. The day wasn’t so great for the men’s water polo team, getting their comeuppance from the alumni, 8-7. Next year, old boys, brings some whips with you, to haze them for their futility [sic].

So…who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, anyway?

It ain’t me, of course. The Big Bad Wolf I am referring to is UCSB men’s water polo coach Wolf Wigo. He thought he could come to our house, and huff, and puff, and blow it down. And the UCSB fans thought the same way. Fools! We bent, but didn’t break, and Gavin Arroyo’s guys took it to ‘em, 9-8.

Bring out the lime, Beach Nation, on November 11^th…a whitewash may be in order. I’m not scared of wolves…I’m a 49er, inshallah. I hunt wolves! I may have to pantomime a shotgun and pretend to point it at the Big Bad Wolf next meeting, if he complains that I am ruining his concentration. There are bigger things to worry about than suffering another heartbreaker. I leave it to you to figure it out, Gaucho[ke]s.

Now, we aren’t done yet with those punks from Goleta. Our women’s volleyball team isn’t feeling too happy after getting an assraping of the worst kind from the Mustangs of Cal Poly. But if they can’t successfully take their anger out on UC Santa Barbara down at the Thunderdome tonight, I won’t be done chewing Brian Gimmillaro up and spitting him out for his Central Coast futility, either, God forbid it happens.

EDIT: It didn't. The Beach swept 'em, 3-0. Our job's done here for today.

Regis Philbin! You said that “It’s time to stop the bleeding.” Well, when the Jews crucified Jesus (yes, it was the Jews, via the Romans, Caiaphas, the chief priests and those bloody Pharisees, the scumbags, not our sins, that crucified Jesus), they didn’t stop the bleeding. Why should it stop for Charlie Weis’s Fighting Irish football team? Michigan State took it to them, 31-14.

Next time, Mr. Philbin, two words: SHUT UP.

Now here is a brewing storyline that even the Wyrd sisters from Macbeth couldn’t have concocted even if they gave 1000% on it: the Seattle Mariners winning the rest of their games, while the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim lose the rest of their games.

In Seattle, they can call it “The Mariner Miracle.” In Anaheim, we should call it “The Curse of Jorge Campillo.” Seattle won, 3-2. One is still the “magic number.”

Haruhi Suzumiya, send help.

I think they are still jealous of the cold hard fact...

...that we are still the defending Olympic gold medalists in rugby for over eight decades. So they decide to thumb their noses at our rugby team.

PARIS, 14 September - Yesterday evening in Paris a RWC 2007 Appeal Hearing was held into the case of USA centre Paul Emerick.

The Appeal Committee comprised Chairman Justice Wyn Williams, Bruce Squire QC and Judge Guillermo Tragant.

The Appeal Committee upheld the decision of the Judicial Officer, Professor Lorne Crerar, in suspending Paul Emerick (USA) for a dangerous tackle on England's Olly Barkley in the England v USA match on 8 September.

The Appeal Committee was satisfied that the tackle in question was very dangerous and, in the circumstances, a five week suspension was the correct sanction.

RNS dk/djp

Williams, Squire, Tragant and Crerar can go hang themselves for their apparent jealousy that for all the accolades their teams have won, we are still the best at Olympic rugby. It's the truth. And we would kick their asses at American football. It would be over by the first quarter.

Speaking of which, Hawaii got back to their usual mojo, defeating UNLV, 49-14, but this time using some more run from the run-and-shoot system. Colt Brennan ran for 3 touchdowns, passing for two more, and Ryan Mouton out of juco national champs Blinn JC intercepted a pass for a touchdown, while Tyler Graunke hurled one more score, this time to Malcolm Lane in relief.

Bring on Charleston Southern. Nobody cares about a bunch of black college easybeats like Johnson C. Smith (who?) anyway.

It seems the number "49" is looking to be a good number.

San Diego rolled over Northern Colorado 49-13 (Seriously, Bears, did you think you were reallyt ready for a Division I FCS mid-major team? Get a gut check and go back to D-II, you Greeley grues) , USC rolled over Nebraska 49-31, and Mike Hart turns from Lola of the Copacabana into Joe Namath of the New York Jets with Michigan pasting Notre Dame 38-0.

The latter result was not "49", but was close, given that Notre Dame flat-out sucks.

Meanwhile, Long Beach State women's volleyball wraps up a road show in Denver with a 3-2 victory over Ohio, and the men's water polo team splits a couple of matches at the NorCal Tournament. Oh yeah, and the women's soccer team defeated Oklahoma, 2-1.

Only low notes were Long Beach City failing, as well as the Roughriders choking. Booo.