Adieu Roy Jones Jr.

On Saturday, the 8th of November in the year 2008 one of my personal sports hero's, of which mind you there are VERY few, suffered what may be his most emotionally crushing defeat.  The loss came by the hands of the relatively unknown, but undefeated Welshman, Joe Calzaghie.  Until Calzaghie's fight earlier this year against the aging middleweight legend, Bernard Hopkins, the fighter was virtually unheard of across the proverbial pond.  In what could only be described as a bizarre bout, the fight was punctuated by strange sexual theatrics by the Welshman, and sissy dramatics by the Yank.  Calzaghie came out on top in split decision (a decision it is worth noting, that I am not in complete agreement with).  The Hopkins fight was not merely a clashing of warriors, but a clash of boxing styles.  Calzaghie's style is marked by his quick and frequent flurries of seemingly ineffectual, but still scoring shots.  Hopkins, much like Jones is a more discerning fighter, opting to throw far fewer, but much more powerful shots, typically on the counter punch.  Unfortunately, in a fight going to decision more often than not, the prior that wins the decision. 

And that's how it went.  Despite a first round knock down by Jones, Calzaghie managed to take it to the American, inundating him with a barrage of quick jabs and combinations.  It was all too much for the aging fighter and by the 7th round it was pretty clear that Jones was losing steam and desperately out scored.

The champ still held on to his dignity and reputation as one of the biggest hearts in boxing history.  While it was obvious the boxer was fighting on sea legs, had the worst cut of his career, and was sure to lose based on his points, Jones never went down, even when it seemed inevitable.  The commentators likened the aging fighters performance to that of Jake LaMotta's in his final fight against Sugar Ray Leonard.  In that Fight LaMotta took one of the most famous beatings in all of boxing history, swelling and bleeding all over the ring, but never hitting the canvas.   LaMotta famously teased Leonard stating, "You never knocked me down, Ray.  You never knocked me down."  Jones could say same.

Top 5's now and for a better tomorrow

I like the idea of regularly posting top 5 lists.  I feel like they serve many useful purposes; they are entertaining, may hip folks to new and interesting shit, and give insight into the creators psyche.  "Why a top 5?" you may ask.  Allow me to answer.  5 is short and sweet.  It is a large enough sample to give a good idea into the opinions and predispositions of the creator and is short enough for me to reasonably tackle.  Besides top ten's test the limitations of human interest and that asshole david letterman already runs that shit.  Fuck david letterman, he is rude and boring.  He's a talentless twat, throwback who hasn't said anything funny since the reagan administration.  Fuck him.  Anyhow, I digress.  Here are some top 5's:

Top 5 foods to eat when I'm drunk

1. Pizza

2. Mexican food (muchas gracias, javiers, my kitchen)

3. Hummus with anything (preferences include tofurky, swiss cheese, salt and pepper potato chips, cherry tomatoes, tuna sandwiches)

4. Canned soup

5. Thai leftovers

Top 5 rad animals

1. Lima

2. Wolves

3. Bald Eagles

4. Gnarwhales (sp) I like this spelling even if it's wrong

5. Wild horses

Top 5 things to wear all the fucking time

1. Plaid Flannels

2. Polyester pants (wranglers beats levi's everytime)

3. Rings

4. black leather shoes (there is no wrong occasion)

5. threadbare t-shirts that don't have some shitty companies name on it

Top 5 things that piss me off

1. George Bush ( I don't care what this may make me sound like, that dude is a supreme asshole and I can barely stand the sight of him.  He has single handedly made America suck more than anyone else has.  I routinely fantasize about punching him in the face.

2. The copratization of America

3. Shitty music (The radio)

4. Traffic

5. being hungry, that shit makes me grumpier than a motherfucker

Inaugural blog

I am drunk, have very little useful knowledge of computers, and have never blogged before.  For these and many other reasons there will be no multimedia effects in this post, or perhaps many to follow.  With that said, here is what you, the viewer of this blog, have to look forward to: spelling and grammatical errors a plenty, accounts of my misguided, albeit well intentioned exploits, my opinions and dare I say expertise on a wide range of topics, and hopefully pictures.

I assume that anyone who is reading this blog knows who I am and therefor has a good idea what to expect to come across when reading this blog.  However, this is indeed on the internet and god knows who the fuck is going to stumble across this page thanks to some google search gone awry.  With that said here is what I enjoy thinking and writing about:

1. myself

2. records

3. fashion

4. primal human urges

5. cinema (I am fully aware that this is a pretentious and arguably lame term.  I don't care.)

6. bicycles

7. mostly myself

There you have it ladies and gentlemen, my blog.  Feel free to criticize, lambast, berate, cherish, iconify, or ignore this blog.  I don't know what else to say other than let's get on with it.