Completely Dejected

after what can only described as the largest post-season collapse ever, as a true lakers fan, i can only wallow in anger and disappointment.

when the lakers knocked out the defending champion spurs in 5 and the celtics finally finished a series under 7 games against the pistons, nba loyalists and true fans needed a tissue (and perhaps some clean shorts) when they saw an impending historical rivalry between the los angeles lakers and the boston celtics.

now i don't usually blog about my daily activities...but after the anguish felt tonight, i had to release something as i found myself tossing and turning at the utter heartbreak of tonight's game.

after having a great day watching tiger and phil battle it out at torrey pines, and enjoying a shortened last summer class, i was looking forward to some mcdonalds and a private lakers-viewing experience at home where i could jump, cheer, clap, and cry in the sanctity of my own living room. but then the fateful phone calls, a friend guilting me to watch the game at a local sports bar...and as the good friend that i am, i obliged knowing full well that it might throw off the superstitious routine of my lakers experience.

but the first half proceeds beautifully, with lamar odom finally showing up to the finals and the lakers playing perhaps the best basketball i've seen all playoffs. spirits are up, drinks are flowing freely, and smiles all around.

then disaster...knowing that the celtics always play well in the third, i was expecting a good run, but with a 20+ point lead, i figure we can hold off and enter the fourth with at least a 10 point lead. so what do i do when i watch the points shed to only a two-point game? i toss my stool to the ground and crush my viewing partners for ruining the rhythm by taking a couple anti-routine shots at the bar. damn them!!!

then as the fourth quarter proceeded, and the game remained back and forth for a few minutes, i clinged to the hoped that kobe hasn't exploded and that it could still happen for my beloved lakers (screw the wizards, i'm always from LA)...then, what i can only describe as the levies breaking after hurricane katrina, the free-shooting/poor defending sasha vujacic let ray allen blow past him as if he had a celtics jersey hidden underneath his yellow and gold number 18. at the moment, my heart sank, my voice had gone coarse with anger, and those boston fans behind me knew not to say anything lest they face the wrath of one pissed off chinese boy.

after vowing not to drink too much before the game started...i held true up until middle of the third, while the lakers led, i only had two drinks. but once those points started to fall, so did the number of glasses i had. with the final whistle being called, my one anti-lakers fan that i had allowed to sit with us passed me a final shot to ease my pain...

...it didn't work.

Peronsal Fears

while i adjust myself to overcome my overwhelming rage to the lakers' game 4 collapse, i found this interest series of pictures online...

with this picture taking particular hold in my phobias...

It's All In the Delivery

as i sit here at a 24 hour mcdonalds getting the most out of their limited time free wi-fi because the power went out in my building and it's hot in dc (even at 11:30 at night) and because i don't know how to survive without electricity and tv and/or internet for long periods of time...i began to think about how we're all so easily convinced by the speaker. so running into this article was perfect...

we've all seen them before, the late night commercials promoting "dates" by phone (phone sex for those who are incredibly naive). these commercials are undoubtedly stacked with beautiful women all bursting out of their clothes, speaking seductively in their camera about how they want to talk to you tonight.

then, your oppressing loneliness overwhelms you and the thought of having a stranger whisper sweet nothings into your ear sounds increasingly appealing. so you call and on the other side hear a woman describe herself as barbie-esque and you paint a picture...

...would you still call if you knew your late-night telephonic rendezvous looked like this?

The Truth

forget all my barack obama posters and stickers...forget all the times i tried to get you to vote democratic...forget my work in a democratic congressional office...forget that i come from california...this is the truth:

17 Month Recap

for anyone living under a rock, this video about the democratic primary will probably bore you since you were most likely under that rock cuz you didn't really care. for those of us that did care, this video will still probably bore you since you saw every primary and caucus unfold but will still probably watch it because you care so much.