hello food-sports nation ... i am very urgently, promptly writing a follow-up entry to my last post ... you see, apparently i was a little harsh on the lady - our beautiful and lovely editor and chief, mrs. marite xavier; and apparently i was not 'recommended' to post some of the details, specific comments and annecdotes mentioned that did make it to print despite the suggestions otherwise.
so, food-sports nation i am here to make it up to her, the sweet big blue eyed angel who graces me and my life every day with her smile and joy and being whatever that day may bring ... yes, food-sports nation, it is true, we have had our ups and downs, our carson palmer three interception in one half esc days ... and our tim lincecum blow em out of the water 10 k nights ... and well, we love each other ever the more still - i think, sometimes, ... well, we love each other - very much! and that is the point, shut it dresnick - i hear you bitching out there in food-sports nation, i am trying to be sentimental for a moment and fair and balanced! which is one of my journalistic credos.
anyway, enough about love and relationships ... because i am sure you all want to hear more of that, but i just wont give you the satisfaction, you will have to wait for my movie starring woody allen and larry david as a romantic gay couple - its a metaphor ... about neurotic jewishness and that time at band camp ... anyway, ive said too much again.
now, finally, nothing else ... but today, nothing much to report in food sports world otherwise ... will get back to you folks on that.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
cake and eat it too
... is anyone else out there in the food-sports world with me on this - i just cant go out like i used to and have more than a couple drinks, stay up late and then do much more then sleep in and watch football all day the next day ... oh wait, that is what i am supposed to do anyway! sweet.
the truth is food - sports world, the gf is flipping on me for another sunday in doors watching football ... i think she is experiencing other frustrations and cyclical disturbances - - you know, like daylight savings time coming up soon; that type of stuff ... i say no more.
so food-sports, what can i do ... because i got to watch da raiders absolutely blow it against kc ... look miserable with kyle bowler, and the defense penalizing themselves up and down the field with mentally deficient extra curricularesc activity. they look pretty bad today folks, but not to worry -- this is another resiliency test, a tough game against division and perenial contender / rival kc, loss of the starting qb, coming off a couple emotional weeks and some big wins. 4-3 is not great but not bad to start the season going into the bye week, we will have to take it most likely ... it will be a dog fight all the way through. i just hate to see all the defensive mistakes but kc is not a bad team despite their early season woes and injuries - they still have some of that 2010 magic.
so here i sit, broken hearted ... the gf angry at me for not wanting to go out to brunch and experience the beautiful day, cooking breakfast for herself and offering none to me -- the few times she does cook, when i always cook and always offer to her, but hey im not bitter; im the 'lazy good for nothing' boyfriend without a job insisting on watching football for three hours on sunday afternoon!
im hungover after like two or three mixed drinks ... what a light weight. managed to duplicate the breakfast gf cooked, most likely much more expertly (sorry m, but commmmon) - eggs with potatoes cooked over gralic and onions and vegetable oil with sal t and peper but no tlc. ... an i aint gone chasing waterfalls.
the truth is food - sports world, the gf is flipping on me for another sunday in doors watching football ... i think she is experiencing other frustrations and cyclical disturbances - - you know, like daylight savings time coming up soon; that type of stuff ... i say no more.
so food-sports, what can i do ... because i got to watch da raiders absolutely blow it against kc ... look miserable with kyle bowler, and the defense penalizing themselves up and down the field with mentally deficient extra curricularesc activity. they look pretty bad today folks, but not to worry -- this is another resiliency test, a tough game against division and perenial contender / rival kc, loss of the starting qb, coming off a couple emotional weeks and some big wins. 4-3 is not great but not bad to start the season going into the bye week, we will have to take it most likely ... it will be a dog fight all the way through. i just hate to see all the defensive mistakes but kc is not a bad team despite their early season woes and injuries - they still have some of that 2010 magic.
so here i sit, broken hearted ... the gf angry at me for not wanting to go out to brunch and experience the beautiful day, cooking breakfast for herself and offering none to me -- the few times she does cook, when i always cook and always offer to her, but hey im not bitter; im the 'lazy good for nothing' boyfriend without a job insisting on watching football for three hours on sunday afternoon!
im hungover after like two or three mixed drinks ... what a light weight. managed to duplicate the breakfast gf cooked, most likely much more expertly (sorry m, but commmmon) - eggs with potatoes cooked over gralic and onions and vegetable oil with sal t and peper but no tlc. ... an i aint gone chasing waterfalls.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
da raiders ... and i got 99 problems, and a b is one!
responding to popular demand, ie binder, i am reporting more exclusively on daaaa raiders and more specifically their ten days of turmoil / excitement. Now, we have said our R.I.P. to al here at Food-Sports, but i want to speak a little more about the old man who lived up the block from me in a japenese style house, who apparently is an amazing rags to riches story and a brilliant entrepreneur football and business person. He is being chryogenically frozen, correct? and will lead the revolution when the machines take over, right? ...
anyway, carson p as i said may have half a arm to work with - i heard his elbow and shoulder are now just thin peices of thread carefully woven together by a monk from tibet. ... seriously though, the guy cant throw douwnfield anymore, correct? or maybe i am wrong and it was an aberition ... perhaps he just needs that strong raiders o line to protect him ... and i guesss better recievers then old biotches like to and ochicinco cinquenta dos .... so we shall see ... i feel bad for my man jason campball ... but if Bill Romanswski is on board (which by the way you can watch him pyscho out on comcast sportsnet and talk all things steroid infused creepy eyes related, i heard he beat up a coach on the soccer field of a piedmont highlander match) ...
anyway, it doesnt matter! As the rock might say, because little hester ie ford 2020 model will just return kicks back all day and then big D will run over people like a pete wishes he still could do and be. ... furthermore, da raiders niners superbowl, its a lock ... my predication niners by 9. go to vegas with it and save yourself the heartache of not winning a lot of easy money.
finally ... moreover ... i got 99 problems and a b is one! thats right blogsters ..., i got a b buzzing about and it is giving me ... alright, lets just say the prohpetic kanya of our time is ... aklright, lets just fdrop the whole thing for the moment. damn.
rice and beans for dinner last nice - rmember cobmo is super proeteien! ,... no spealling right or grammer any more!
anyway, carson p as i said may have half a arm to work with - i heard his elbow and shoulder are now just thin peices of thread carefully woven together by a monk from tibet. ... seriously though, the guy cant throw douwnfield anymore, correct? or maybe i am wrong and it was an aberition ... perhaps he just needs that strong raiders o line to protect him ... and i guesss better recievers then old biotches like to and ochicinco cinquenta dos .... so we shall see ... i feel bad for my man jason campball ... but if Bill Romanswski is on board (which by the way you can watch him pyscho out on comcast sportsnet and talk all things steroid infused creepy eyes related, i heard he beat up a coach on the soccer field of a piedmont highlander match) ...
anyway, it doesnt matter! As the rock might say, because little hester ie ford 2020 model will just return kicks back all day and then big D will run over people like a pete wishes he still could do and be. ... furthermore, da raiders niners superbowl, its a lock ... my predication niners by 9. go to vegas with it and save yourself the heartache of not winning a lot of easy money.
finally ... moreover ... i got 99 problems and a b is one! thats right blogsters ..., i got a b buzzing about and it is giving me ... alright, lets just say the prohpetic kanya of our time is ... aklright, lets just fdrop the whole thing for the moment. damn.
rice and beans for dinner last nice - rmember cobmo is super proeteien! ,... no spealling right or grammer any more!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Niners
Bloggeroonies and blogheads ... i believe i am under the weather, hungover and spent from Sunday's emotional Bay Area victories ... and also, my 2 month old neice was visiting (I believe to view the games, although sometimes i felt like she just was not into it), and she may have given me her cold, perhaps it was after that drooling session on my san francisco jersey during the first couple minutes of the morning game agains detroit.
anyhoot, papa debonis has already reprimanded the blog for its hyper rediculous nature ... but i believe he only read the first couple sentences and decided he needed to return to his early Christian religion books in his desperate and inexhaustable pursuit of KNOWLEDGE! ...
furthermore, yes, the debonis clan was together to view the NINERS trouncing of the hapless Lions who looked more like kitty kats (ok, i get it, tweeter nation has already used this one to its tombstone) ... but sam bradford , or sorrow mathew stafford or whomever that bloaded collegiant looking and playing scrub is ... well, that guy with the ... ok, he was literally eaten on Sunday, digested and both Aldon and Justin Smith will be defacating him out of their systems anytime now.
When the debonis' get to gether to watch a game, it is a lot like a pack of hyenas awaiting to eat their kill. They scream and holler, and paw and mutter and finally devour the viewing of the day ... yes, similar to the NINERS devouring r2d2 or whatever mega tron transformer baby toy ... i must be hungry, bc lots of eating references, or maybe i am making an amazing paralel and transition to our other them, food.
deep dish zacharies pizza devoured, as well on sunday. ... some new recepies for yee faithful ... homemade meetballs good times, just add ground meet with an egg and spice it up, ball it up - i like fresh garlic, chopped onions, hot sauce, salt and pepper mixed up with my meetballs ... also, here's an old debonis and italian tomatoe sauce recipe with something extra - fresh tomatoes mushed up, maybe canned if no access to fresh, cooked in saucepan with garlic, onions, olive oil and spice (basil, some hot peppers or sauce for a kick trick, salt, pepper, oregeno if need be), cook on medium low flame for 40 minutes just let the juices marinate and flow!
alright, im working on accessing a picture of me with my neice watching NINER football ... go raiders, good palmer not so good anymore maybe with bad arm we shall see ... dresnick has pick up bball games on sundays so always misses the end of niner games, fyi ... i will make a shoutout to some faithful readers, including one will helvistin who does not rape babies ... and ben kremen, who does not either ....
... furthermore, i have heard the cries that occupy wallstreet does not have a clear call for their wants ... so i am opening up this blog as an opportunity for us to create those demands - i say, from the classic movie 'the network', the cry 'WE ARE MAD AS HELL AND WE ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE', and, big banks help me pay for my foreclosed house ... and if your filthy rich, spend a certain amount per year on 'social welfare', including education and health care - but you can spend it in a very entreperneurial and capitalistic way so not to sacrifice the golden calf you worship! ... alright, these are all just working ideas ... also, i have such ideas as transparenccy in congress and between lobying interest groups connect to congress (we canb videotape all interactions with the jersey shore camera crew or something like that) ... alright, fine, how about if you are a big fuckin corp with a lot of government baking, like big ag, pharmeceutical, banks etc. give me a good fuckin reason why you get our tax dollars and are protected ... and then let the public vote on it ... or a populace elected government by percentages ... open up some extra parties, the parliamentary system maybe ... how about opening up jobs, jobs creation required if you got a lot of money ... in social sectors ? ... clean up all the fucking plastic bottles in the ocean! ... alright, alright, these are just working ideas ... ill let you know how they manifest ... and you chime in with your own.
so the micriphone is yours america, friends family food-sports enthusiasts ... lets hear.
anyhoot, papa debonis has already reprimanded the blog for its hyper rediculous nature ... but i believe he only read the first couple sentences and decided he needed to return to his early Christian religion books in his desperate and inexhaustable pursuit of KNOWLEDGE! ...
furthermore, yes, the debonis clan was together to view the NINERS trouncing of the hapless Lions who looked more like kitty kats (ok, i get it, tweeter nation has already used this one to its tombstone) ... but sam bradford , or sorrow mathew stafford or whomever that bloaded collegiant looking and playing scrub is ... well, that guy with the ... ok, he was literally eaten on Sunday, digested and both Aldon and Justin Smith will be defacating him out of their systems anytime now.
When the debonis' get to gether to watch a game, it is a lot like a pack of hyenas awaiting to eat their kill. They scream and holler, and paw and mutter and finally devour the viewing of the day ... yes, similar to the NINERS devouring r2d2 or whatever mega tron transformer baby toy ... i must be hungry, bc lots of eating references, or maybe i am making an amazing paralel and transition to our other them, food.
deep dish zacharies pizza devoured, as well on sunday. ... some new recepies for yee faithful ... homemade meetballs good times, just add ground meet with an egg and spice it up, ball it up - i like fresh garlic, chopped onions, hot sauce, salt and pepper mixed up with my meetballs ... also, here's an old debonis and italian tomatoe sauce recipe with something extra - fresh tomatoes mushed up, maybe canned if no access to fresh, cooked in saucepan with garlic, onions, olive oil and spice (basil, some hot peppers or sauce for a kick trick, salt, pepper, oregeno if need be), cook on medium low flame for 40 minutes just let the juices marinate and flow!
alright, im working on accessing a picture of me with my neice watching NINER football ... go raiders, good palmer not so good anymore maybe with bad arm we shall see ... dresnick has pick up bball games on sundays so always misses the end of niner games, fyi ... i will make a shoutout to some faithful readers, including one will helvistin who does not rape babies ... and ben kremen, who does not either ....
... furthermore, i have heard the cries that occupy wallstreet does not have a clear call for their wants ... so i am opening up this blog as an opportunity for us to create those demands - i say, from the classic movie 'the network', the cry 'WE ARE MAD AS HELL AND WE ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE', and, big banks help me pay for my foreclosed house ... and if your filthy rich, spend a certain amount per year on 'social welfare', including education and health care - but you can spend it in a very entreperneurial and capitalistic way so not to sacrifice the golden calf you worship! ... alright, these are all just working ideas ... also, i have such ideas as transparenccy in congress and between lobying interest groups connect to congress (we canb videotape all interactions with the jersey shore camera crew or something like that) ... alright, fine, how about if you are a big fuckin corp with a lot of government baking, like big ag, pharmeceutical, banks etc. give me a good fuckin reason why you get our tax dollars and are protected ... and then let the public vote on it ... or a populace elected government by percentages ... open up some extra parties, the parliamentary system maybe ... how about opening up jobs, jobs creation required if you got a lot of money ... in social sectors ? ... clean up all the fucking plastic bottles in the ocean! ... alright, alright, these are just working ideas ... ill let you know how they manifest ... and you chime in with your own.
so the micriphone is yours america, friends family food-sports enthusiasts ... lets hear.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Today, Food-Sports Occupy Wall Street ... and the farmers market!
Greetings all, today is a Food-Sports exclusive as I join my commarades in their fight against big buz., corporate bailouts and the financial crisis! ... On the way down to the protest, i stop off at a locals farmers market only to find out it was actually a local artists market ... and finally, i watch USC fans walk unwittingly right by the protestors on their way to the Cal v. USC game - and they look very scared!
Now, now, blogaroonies! I don't want a big congrats nor judgement and scorn for my political activism today ... merely to initiate dialogue ... in fact, this specific occupate was a demonstration by United Educator's of San Francisco and specifically protesting Jed Bush and Rupert Murdoch (who were both inside the building the prostestors demonstrated outside of) and Congress in cohoits, threatening American public education ... anyway, i dont need to go into deets ... we all know the deal and i will be putting up a separate page regarding these matters of our times ... anyway, here's a cool pic - (im the one with the long grey blonde hair in the fronts, if you dont know my demonstrating dew or me at all) ...
Now, now, blogaroonies! I don't want a big congrats nor judgement and scorn for my political activism today ... merely to initiate dialogue ... in fact, this specific occupate was a demonstration by United Educator's of San Francisco and specifically protesting Jed Bush and Rupert Murdoch (who were both inside the building the prostestors demonstrated outside of) and Congress in cohoits, threatening American public education ... anyway, i dont need to go into deets ... we all know the deal and i will be putting up a separate page regarding these matters of our times ... anyway, here's a cool pic - (im the one with the long grey blonde hair in the fronts, if you dont know my demonstrating dew or me at all) ...
alright ... got to run to the bars for late night beer ... cant write too much more ... made an amazing tomatoe salmon sautee - two whole salmon tails, diced heirloom tamotoes (remember last weeks to get them for cheap while they are being harvested end of their season) ... just sauteed with vegetable oil ... and served over brown rice ... YES! ...
oh, and cal usc pic -
ok, i guess this is just the 'Gameday DJ' but he was pretty sweet spinning ...
and finally, some guys playing chess in the loin next to 'dirty videos' (they're not hiding it, all mud and grime ... gosh i got nothing right now ... ) -
ok, i got to go ... we will debate the socio-political-exonomic state of the world and then talk philosiphy and spiritual in upcoming blogs, so get your thinking caps on ... and bring all forclosed items to the front of the room ... alright, as i said, i have nothing right now, please comment on how this blog entry kinda sucks except for the awesome yellow cardigan the man watching the chess players is wearing ...
furthermore, niner 40 - lions 2
and finally, ... nope thats it.
ciao
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
nothing
faithful and irreverant ... and the blasey .. today, again, it seems my writing and wanderings have taken a turn for the unpostable and highly controversial ... the fda is on me, and the executive director of this blog demands better ... so, instead of sharing with you my last couple nights of dreams and some misguided endeavors as a youth ... i will say nothing ... !!! and that i believe is what you want from me anyhow ... although i hear one or two people are still reading this blog religiously to stear them on the straight adn narrow ...
i wont tell you more about my lental binges ... or my amazing pork shoulder stews and my coffee bean snacking habit ... no more about st. louis and mark mcgwire looking sexy in his later years, but nothing near as tempting as a big tony Laru ... nor will i wax on continously about nelson cruz and his sweaty bat ... nor anymore niner fevor and anticipation of winning a Ford truck after sundays game - because that is what they are playing the Lions for, right? The Lions of Detroit, which as now officially succeeded to Russia. ... nope, none of this nonsense ... no jim harbaugh anecdotes late at night before the rooster crows, as I hide out in his beat up old truck which oh so speaks of his down to nature rough and tough attitude ... i am done! for today ... talking of your precious sports related and food related hilarities and amazingness ...
on a side note, i am planning on adding a couple pages to the blog, including 'dreams', 'musings', and 'jobs' ... all of which are separate forums to discuss their namesakes ... i hope you join me and by join me i mean read and perhaps comment or share with the rest of the universe on other social media outposts like facebook and through gmail, wink wink ... guys the ultimate goal here is that i go head to head with gwen knapp in the sf chron and overtake her as niners beat writer! ... they can even dress me up as a lady and i can be more cutting edge than her as the first transvestite beat writer ... suck on that knapp! Also, i would like to battle tony kornheiser on pti, or at least be interviewed ... this is for another blog, but i have the whole conversation already mapped out in my head ... mostly, tony and i become best friends and do everything together after our first meeting because two kindred souls finally meet in a moment of destiny and true brilliant glory, but than tony gets jealous of me of course for being not only a jewboy but ... ok, i will save that also for the later post ... anticipation rises, rosenthal reads on in desparation to find out what comes next ... i see it all! ... dresnick never gets his giants tanctop back because i have already consumed it in a ritualistic distruction of all things giants 2011 season related including friends and family, so jack you will be consumed next... i joke of course, your non carb diet probably makes you too chewey ... see, that is where i am at ... inevitably, cannibalism and the consumption of my friends ... you drove me here, my devoted followers, with your lack of awe and zeal for this blog ... !!!
goodnight, and good morning ... more later, including, 'When I had sex with a prositute, but not for money', 'I still wet the bed ... but rarely now!' and of course, 'I'm a product of $200 K for college!'.
i wont tell you more about my lental binges ... or my amazing pork shoulder stews and my coffee bean snacking habit ... no more about st. louis and mark mcgwire looking sexy in his later years, but nothing near as tempting as a big tony Laru ... nor will i wax on continously about nelson cruz and his sweaty bat ... nor anymore niner fevor and anticipation of winning a Ford truck after sundays game - because that is what they are playing the Lions for, right? The Lions of Detroit, which as now officially succeeded to Russia. ... nope, none of this nonsense ... no jim harbaugh anecdotes late at night before the rooster crows, as I hide out in his beat up old truck which oh so speaks of his down to nature rough and tough attitude ... i am done! for today ... talking of your precious sports related and food related hilarities and amazingness ...
on a side note, i am planning on adding a couple pages to the blog, including 'dreams', 'musings', and 'jobs' ... all of which are separate forums to discuss their namesakes ... i hope you join me and by join me i mean read and perhaps comment or share with the rest of the universe on other social media outposts like facebook and through gmail, wink wink ... guys the ultimate goal here is that i go head to head with gwen knapp in the sf chron and overtake her as niners beat writer! ... they can even dress me up as a lady and i can be more cutting edge than her as the first transvestite beat writer ... suck on that knapp! Also, i would like to battle tony kornheiser on pti, or at least be interviewed ... this is for another blog, but i have the whole conversation already mapped out in my head ... mostly, tony and i become best friends and do everything together after our first meeting because two kindred souls finally meet in a moment of destiny and true brilliant glory, but than tony gets jealous of me of course for being not only a jewboy but ... ok, i will save that also for the later post ... anticipation rises, rosenthal reads on in desparation to find out what comes next ... i see it all! ... dresnick never gets his giants tanctop back because i have already consumed it in a ritualistic distruction of all things giants 2011 season related including friends and family, so jack you will be consumed next... i joke of course, your non carb diet probably makes you too chewey ... see, that is where i am at ... inevitably, cannibalism and the consumption of my friends ... you drove me here, my devoted followers, with your lack of awe and zeal for this blog ... !!!
goodnight, and good morning ... more later, including, 'When I had sex with a prositute, but not for money', 'I still wet the bed ... but rarely now!' and of course, 'I'm a product of $200 K for college!'.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
too racey for reading ...
I had written an impassioned entry for today in the middle of the night early before dawn, but due to its graphic and racey nature my executive editor, Marite Xavier, has strongly suggested me not to post ... also, my parents and I believe some young children are now reading my blog ... so, instead I have ... drumroll ... cats with hats!!! ... wait, no ... i have this (and for those of you dedicated and intrigued readers, I will send you an exclusive of my blog entry if you email myself at food.sports.life@gmail.com asking me to do so) --
myself waxing philisophically and playing with the video on Marite's camera phone (actually, video is not working so here is a picture of the woman down the street who constantly cleans her front area which is about five square feet) -
and ... homeless people in the park playing guitar, passing around a dubbie, drinking some 40s and one guy sounding an awful lot like Cheech from Cheech and Chong (and video is still not working so here is a picture of them bantering and passing the old e) --
Marite, excecutive director, insists that I include something about food and sports in every entry, so ... here it is, drumroll numero dos ... I ate some food today and watched some sports!!! Ok, ok, shes says I should invite you into my life and day to day more, to which I insist you (the reader) has no interest in doing so and it would probably just make them feel bad for all of humanity ... but here we go ...
myself waxing philisophically and playing with the video on Marite's camera phone (actually, video is not working so here is a picture of the woman down the street who constantly cleans her front area which is about five square feet) -
and ... homeless people in the park playing guitar, passing around a dubbie, drinking some 40s and one guy sounding an awful lot like Cheech from Cheech and Chong (and video is still not working so here is a picture of them bantering and passing the old e) --
Marite, excecutive director, insists that I include something about food and sports in every entry, so ... here it is, drumroll numero dos ... I ate some food today and watched some sports!!! Ok, ok, shes says I should invite you into my life and day to day more, to which I insist you (the reader) has no interest in doing so and it would probably just make them feel bad for all of humanity ... but here we go ...
Monday, October 10, 2011
Sunday night, Monday morning
Sunday night creeps into Monday morning ... a day of football, the kardashian wedding part I, and Sunday night HBO premium cable programming including 'Hung' and 'How to Make it in America' ... gosh, how those shows mirror my life! Especially the Kardashians ... i can relate Chloe, i can relate.
alright now, so what is next for us ... we've talked a bit about the great day in bay area sports ... and the early evening residue and stank from a day spent watching nfl football ... well, then in a desperate attempt to cleanse and reconnect and regain favor with the lady, i took her out on a Sunday evening drive -- and after about 2 hours of escapading and navagating the jammed up streets of san fran resulting in the confluence of multiple major events including the denomoust of fleet week, columbus day / italian heritage celebration in north beach, and something which seemed to resemble an impromptu shakespeare recital from some of the local Haight street drifters ... (im not hating, have to encourage my fellow artists and creative types) ... we end up at Sushi Boat for an incredible spectacle of small dishes of sushi floating on tiny boats chained together motored by some imperseptable and certainly ingenious aparatus circling around the chefs preparing their masterful dishes / the boat's cargo ... the lady had some tasty small dishes, while i went off the menu for the rainbow roll and beef udan ... good stuff. and yes, of course, the lady and i almost crashed and came to our faitful end while navagating the grand sloping streets of san fran and trying to choose a destination in the maze and frenzy that was this sunny Sunday ...
there was another sort of air in san fran beyond the festivities and fairs that smelled of something resembling hope and celebration for a team / franchise all but pronounced dead and a walking zombie for the last decade ... smash mouth mike singletary football a thing of the past, no more niner billboards promising victory and a new era of great things to come - mike's face pulsating, ready to explode ... forget the other ten head coaches in the last ten years ... all this, perhaps behind us ... as there was a glimpse, a smell, sniff, whiff of something resembling a real functioning, competetive, potentially good professional football team in the frisco (and yes to all you native san franners i know these abbreviations of sf are just killing you, as my native gf san friscanite attests to and condemns myself upon uttering with great disdain and horror) ...
and to all you Raider fans, i did mean no disrespect in my Saturday blog and eulogy r.i.p. al ... in fact, with the utmost respect to a creepy senile old man ... i mean a genius and rags to riches, loyal and loving, father, founder, brother and friend ... the raiders live on and in your memory they march to victory and will play in honor of al ... except jamarcus russel, he will not play in honor of anyone because he is addicted to codeine and is 5000 pounds somewhere sweating in his rocking chair outside louisiana, throwing 90 yard touchdown bombs to any given passer by who wishes to play catch, but overthrowing and underthrowing everything else, and sometimes just throwing it away for the hell of it or because he thought he heard a cat but really it is the codene hallucinations ... no disrespect jamarcus, i apologize, for yee do have more athleticism in your pinky than i do in my pinky ... i hear you play a good pickup basketball ...
alright now, so what is next for us ... we've talked a bit about the great day in bay area sports ... and the early evening residue and stank from a day spent watching nfl football ... well, then in a desperate attempt to cleanse and reconnect and regain favor with the lady, i took her out on a Sunday evening drive -- and after about 2 hours of escapading and navagating the jammed up streets of san fran resulting in the confluence of multiple major events including the denomoust of fleet week, columbus day / italian heritage celebration in north beach, and something which seemed to resemble an impromptu shakespeare recital from some of the local Haight street drifters ... (im not hating, have to encourage my fellow artists and creative types) ... we end up at Sushi Boat for an incredible spectacle of small dishes of sushi floating on tiny boats chained together motored by some imperseptable and certainly ingenious aparatus circling around the chefs preparing their masterful dishes / the boat's cargo ... the lady had some tasty small dishes, while i went off the menu for the rainbow roll and beef udan ... good stuff. and yes, of course, the lady and i almost crashed and came to our faitful end while navagating the grand sloping streets of san fran and trying to choose a destination in the maze and frenzy that was this sunny Sunday ...
there was another sort of air in san fran beyond the festivities and fairs that smelled of something resembling hope and celebration for a team / franchise all but pronounced dead and a walking zombie for the last decade ... smash mouth mike singletary football a thing of the past, no more niner billboards promising victory and a new era of great things to come - mike's face pulsating, ready to explode ... forget the other ten head coaches in the last ten years ... all this, perhaps behind us ... as there was a glimpse, a smell, sniff, whiff of something resembling a real functioning, competetive, potentially good professional football team in the frisco (and yes to all you native san franners i know these abbreviations of sf are just killing you, as my native gf san friscanite attests to and condemns myself upon uttering with great disdain and horror) ...
and to all you Raider fans, i did mean no disrespect in my Saturday blog and eulogy r.i.p. al ... in fact, with the utmost respect to a creepy senile old man ... i mean a genius and rags to riches, loyal and loving, father, founder, brother and friend ... the raiders live on and in your memory they march to victory and will play in honor of al ... except jamarcus russel, he will not play in honor of anyone because he is addicted to codeine and is 5000 pounds somewhere sweating in his rocking chair outside louisiana, throwing 90 yard touchdown bombs to any given passer by who wishes to play catch, but overthrowing and underthrowing everything else, and sometimes just throwing it away for the hell of it or because he thought he heard a cat but really it is the codene hallucinations ... no disrespect jamarcus, i apologize, for yee do have more athleticism in your pinky than i do in my pinky ... i hear you play a good pickup basketball ...
Sunday, October 9, 2011
internal blog notes, memo for the faithful, and niner red and gold
my audience has spoken, and spoken by not uttering a single word. That is right ... no followers after todays marketing and outreach escapades ... i am saddened, dispondent ... but fear not my faithful ... i will not back down now, now when i am up against all odds ... WE are up against all odds! Thart is right, this is a fight for all of us.
If I did not make this clear, be clear now, and let it be known for certain that this is a place for us all ... a friendly confines ... where everyone knows our names! This is our turf!
Ok then, good stuff. Now we are addiquitly mobilized and inspired onward we will proceed. To todays action ...
Alrightie then, so yesterday was pretty good ... the plains flew overhead for fleet week and no one met any untimely goodbyes ... took the bus to the marina green to watch the show and bbq ... ate our contribution to the outing on the bus ride there, a bag of bbq lays potatoe - classic ... leftover chicken breast on a whole weat hot dog bun, guy next to me high off a special chocolate brownie bar ... gordon biersch oktoberfest beers ... good times ...
Nebraska beat ohio state in a big 12 showdown preview for things to come ... detroit could not survive the rain delay and pull it out in game one to texas ...
Today, da raiders pull it out and hold on against houstan ... niners destroy, obliteratte tampa ... things are lookin ok ...
Now, Green Bay pulling it out over atlanta ... coffee beans sit on the table, liter of iced tea home brewed at my side (simply brew up tea and poor over ice) ...
Sunday evening ... sometimes tough times of the day, you know, right after that second football game ... you look outside and the day has just almost passed you bye, a sorta of hangover like feeling partially from the actually hangover as a result of Saturdays activities, and the lethargy of lying around all day watching nfl football ... the lady, without fail, bitter and upset over my choice to spend the day inside watching football instead of doing something 'productive' or 'together' ... of course she does not understand that i really do not have a 'choice' in the matter - this is an obligation ... ever since i was a small child, sunday watching football was religion ... and when mom tried to send me to hebrew school on sundays i would inevitably sneak out to find a television, usually stored away in a closet at the school, and work the bunny ear antennas to get something somewhat appearing to be reception, with others who pledged allegeance to the nfl over judaism, u.s. of a., or most anything else ... and now, like my father has done for decades, i spend sundays often at home, reading the ny times, snacking on pistachios, bleeding niner gold and red, sometimes raider silver and black ...
If I did not make this clear, be clear now, and let it be known for certain that this is a place for us all ... a friendly confines ... where everyone knows our names! This is our turf!
Ok then, good stuff. Now we are addiquitly mobilized and inspired onward we will proceed. To todays action ...
Alrightie then, so yesterday was pretty good ... the plains flew overhead for fleet week and no one met any untimely goodbyes ... took the bus to the marina green to watch the show and bbq ... ate our contribution to the outing on the bus ride there, a bag of bbq lays potatoe - classic ... leftover chicken breast on a whole weat hot dog bun, guy next to me high off a special chocolate brownie bar ... gordon biersch oktoberfest beers ... good times ...
Nebraska beat ohio state in a big 12 showdown preview for things to come ... detroit could not survive the rain delay and pull it out in game one to texas ...
Today, da raiders pull it out and hold on against houstan ... niners destroy, obliteratte tampa ... things are lookin ok ...
Now, Green Bay pulling it out over atlanta ... coffee beans sit on the table, liter of iced tea home brewed at my side (simply brew up tea and poor over ice) ...
Sunday evening ... sometimes tough times of the day, you know, right after that second football game ... you look outside and the day has just almost passed you bye, a sorta of hangover like feeling partially from the actually hangover as a result of Saturdays activities, and the lethargy of lying around all day watching nfl football ... the lady, without fail, bitter and upset over my choice to spend the day inside watching football instead of doing something 'productive' or 'together' ... of course she does not understand that i really do not have a 'choice' in the matter - this is an obligation ... ever since i was a small child, sunday watching football was religion ... and when mom tried to send me to hebrew school on sundays i would inevitably sneak out to find a television, usually stored away in a closet at the school, and work the bunny ear antennas to get something somewhat appearing to be reception, with others who pledged allegeance to the nfl over judaism, u.s. of a., or most anything else ... and now, like my father has done for decades, i spend sundays often at home, reading the ny times, snacking on pistachios, bleeding niner gold and red, sometimes raider silver and black ...
Saturday, October 8, 2011
R.I.P. Al aka 'darth'
Quick update from yesterday after our morning shower serenade and ode to whatever ... I managed out the house to kick my coffee bean diet ... beautiful day for st. louis to lose and Arizona to win their respective series ... or wait, the opposite happened ... damned ... i've got pictures from yesterday too, i will post ... here's a bitty i wrote while at lunch -
at velo rouge, bourgouise spot; beer, braised beef sandwich - first meal of the day. I don't know much, have I mentioned this already or is it just assumed at this point. Either way I write on, trudge on - as if perhaps maybe somewhere I do know something. This writing thing as a creative and artistic endeavor is a big charade; I am really a charlaton, a simple unemployed folk desperate for fame generated by exxagerated and conjured up grandoise exploits - like eating 20 whole coffee beans for breakfast, in order to capture and sustain your attention ... (Actually I am writing this blog just as an excuse to watch as much sports I like without incurring my gf's wrath ... it is brilliant idea right?)
I hit the ordering crossroads today, often, I'm often at crossroads... it's kinda my thing... and often I sit at these times when everyone else stares and says go left, go right - do something - and i do, do something. I stare them down with great veal, and reveal my humanity - to show them something extraordinary - a glimpse of life and its most blatant quality - insertitude and vulnerability. Perhaps I stare to much, too often and like a herd of sheep in the middle of the road in Uzbekistan I stubbornly refuse to budge... and annoy the hell out of you - but not in vain my friends, I promise - not in vain ... you see, I too am going somewhere... and at the pace of a turtoise fueled by time infinite unknown - I am also ... getting on your nerves. And once there I sink my ever annoying little not going anywhere teeth deep into ... (insert picture of sandwich) ... my sandwich - see back to food. I told you I was going somewhere with this.
... alright, that beinfg said lets move on to the rest of the day ... of sports and food ... hackysack with the homeless guitar playing folk in the park, while they ate their dumpster lunches, played old led zepelin songs, passed around a blunt and a couple 40 oz of old english ... (picturer) ... yep, that still goes on ...
Actually a sunny day today in the Richmon District of San Francisco ... amazingly ... oh did I mention the orange juice smoothie or the pasta with fresh cut herloim tomatoes and poached eggs dressed as if east met west ... a korean bowl meets your momas italian meals ... olive oil and basil with soy sauce and saracha ... try it, when the fridge is empty, is good. The only sauces in my fridge are saracha and soy.
...watched those bball games last night ... wanted zona, wanted phillie and st. louis to sponatneously combust and be disintegrated from the universe for say three weeks only to miraculously appear uninjured but out of all playoff contention ... also wanted that center fielder from milwaukee whats his name who refers to himself by some name like the entertainer or something, to get in a fist fight with brian roberts 3b from zona whose got tats and tood as well ... then for prince fielder to come in and perhaps just obliterate someone, only for kirk gipson to settle the rest of the matter on one leg like karate kid meets 89 world series gipson and take down prince with a kick to the dome ... but then poppa fielder races onto the field and the milwaukee sausages and zona takes out some rattle snakes the bring with them for good luck unbeknownst to anyone else ... well you see where i am going with this, yes, ryan braun was a 60s porn star.
ok, now onto other matters ... like the wine bar a drank some fine blonde beer at and cheered with the gf and a rowdy crew of frenchouis meets bay areans ... actually we mostly talked about tron the movie which i watched earlier that night and blew my mind ... actually it did not but jeff bridges wanted me to say that ... i think ... he is very tricky, and seductive ... alright ... enough ...
Al Davis, R.I.P. - al actually lived down the street from me in Piedmont in a japenese styled house ... as a youth my friends and I would pass by his house half in fear and half in curiousity ... i think we might have seen al making love to a young women one day ... but i cannot be sure ... he too, like jeff bridges, has the power of mind control and time travel / morphing ... so i do not trust these images ...
i hear marcus allen will be the knew executive director of the raiders ... actually, 1988 rushing title winner marcus allen, who time travels as well ... in a moment of redemption, will bring the raiders back to their glorious ways when fans were free to pee in the beer cups and poor it on opposing players heads as they came out of the locker rooms ... you know, the good old days of silver and black football.
one time i went to a raiders game in the new oakland coliseum and sat in the area known as mount davis for it is formidable in haight and distance from playing field ... i brought an oxygen taken and no one over the age of 60 or with a heart condition or with azma was allowed up ... as well, we were required to wear caribeaners and straps, it was like climbing half dome, i think at least thirteen peole fall off mount davis every year to their deaths, but i cannot be sure ... it is especially good for getting drunk quickly and easily, although this does add to the death risk factor ... my head starting spinning from altitude sickness just as the raiders tunred it on in the fourth quarter against the lowly st. louis rams of the mid 90s. this was a sad day for all, as both teams were very poor and al davis, aka vador, was controlling all of our minds to enjoy but only with a great sense of loss deep in our hearts ... i do not know why he wanted this of his fans, but i imagine he wished us to feel his depth of conflicting emotions while running the great raider team to glory and then into the ground as a result of pysychosis and dementia ... brilliance, excellence.
ive got to go now and watch the amazing planes fly over head and annoy the hell out of me, it is called fleet week in san francisco but most just refer to it as that annoying time when everyone with migrains must leave town, and all children fear for their lives, and those who lived through the cuban miscle crisis experience severe ptsd. it is very traumatic. but most young white people in the marina district seem to like it, as they drink excessively on roof tops and cheer ... perhaps it reminds them of their dear film and life philosiphy known as 'top gun'.
at velo rouge, bourgouise spot; beer, braised beef sandwich - first meal of the day. I don't know much, have I mentioned this already or is it just assumed at this point. Either way I write on, trudge on - as if perhaps maybe somewhere I do know something. This writing thing as a creative and artistic endeavor is a big charade; I am really a charlaton, a simple unemployed folk desperate for fame generated by exxagerated and conjured up grandoise exploits - like eating 20 whole coffee beans for breakfast, in order to capture and sustain your attention ... (Actually I am writing this blog just as an excuse to watch as much sports I like without incurring my gf's wrath ... it is brilliant idea right?)
I hit the ordering crossroads today, often, I'm often at crossroads... it's kinda my thing... and often I sit at these times when everyone else stares and says go left, go right - do something - and i do, do something. I stare them down with great veal, and reveal my humanity - to show them something extraordinary - a glimpse of life and its most blatant quality - insertitude and vulnerability. Perhaps I stare to much, too often and like a herd of sheep in the middle of the road in Uzbekistan I stubbornly refuse to budge... and annoy the hell out of you - but not in vain my friends, I promise - not in vain ... you see, I too am going somewhere... and at the pace of a turtoise fueled by time infinite unknown - I am also ... getting on your nerves. And once there I sink my ever annoying little not going anywhere teeth deep into ... (insert picture of sandwich) ... my sandwich - see back to food. I told you I was going somewhere with this.
... alright, that beinfg said lets move on to the rest of the day ... of sports and food ... hackysack with the homeless guitar playing folk in the park, while they ate their dumpster lunches, played old led zepelin songs, passed around a blunt and a couple 40 oz of old english ... (picturer) ... yep, that still goes on ...
Actually a sunny day today in the Richmon District of San Francisco ... amazingly ... oh did I mention the orange juice smoothie or the pasta with fresh cut herloim tomatoes and poached eggs dressed as if east met west ... a korean bowl meets your momas italian meals ... olive oil and basil with soy sauce and saracha ... try it, when the fridge is empty, is good. The only sauces in my fridge are saracha and soy.
...watched those bball games last night ... wanted zona, wanted phillie and st. louis to sponatneously combust and be disintegrated from the universe for say three weeks only to miraculously appear uninjured but out of all playoff contention ... also wanted that center fielder from milwaukee whats his name who refers to himself by some name like the entertainer or something, to get in a fist fight with brian roberts 3b from zona whose got tats and tood as well ... then for prince fielder to come in and perhaps just obliterate someone, only for kirk gipson to settle the rest of the matter on one leg like karate kid meets 89 world series gipson and take down prince with a kick to the dome ... but then poppa fielder races onto the field and the milwaukee sausages and zona takes out some rattle snakes the bring with them for good luck unbeknownst to anyone else ... well you see where i am going with this, yes, ryan braun was a 60s porn star.
ok, now onto other matters ... like the wine bar a drank some fine blonde beer at and cheered with the gf and a rowdy crew of frenchouis meets bay areans ... actually we mostly talked about tron the movie which i watched earlier that night and blew my mind ... actually it did not but jeff bridges wanted me to say that ... i think ... he is very tricky, and seductive ... alright ... enough ...
Al Davis, R.I.P. - al actually lived down the street from me in Piedmont in a japenese styled house ... as a youth my friends and I would pass by his house half in fear and half in curiousity ... i think we might have seen al making love to a young women one day ... but i cannot be sure ... he too, like jeff bridges, has the power of mind control and time travel / morphing ... so i do not trust these images ...
i hear marcus allen will be the knew executive director of the raiders ... actually, 1988 rushing title winner marcus allen, who time travels as well ... in a moment of redemption, will bring the raiders back to their glorious ways when fans were free to pee in the beer cups and poor it on opposing players heads as they came out of the locker rooms ... you know, the good old days of silver and black football.
one time i went to a raiders game in the new oakland coliseum and sat in the area known as mount davis for it is formidable in haight and distance from playing field ... i brought an oxygen taken and no one over the age of 60 or with a heart condition or with azma was allowed up ... as well, we were required to wear caribeaners and straps, it was like climbing half dome, i think at least thirteen peole fall off mount davis every year to their deaths, but i cannot be sure ... it is especially good for getting drunk quickly and easily, although this does add to the death risk factor ... my head starting spinning from altitude sickness just as the raiders tunred it on in the fourth quarter against the lowly st. louis rams of the mid 90s. this was a sad day for all, as both teams were very poor and al davis, aka vador, was controlling all of our minds to enjoy but only with a great sense of loss deep in our hearts ... i do not know why he wanted this of his fans, but i imagine he wished us to feel his depth of conflicting emotions while running the great raider team to glory and then into the ground as a result of pysychosis and dementia ... brilliance, excellence.
ive got to go now and watch the amazing planes fly over head and annoy the hell out of me, it is called fleet week in san francisco but most just refer to it as that annoying time when everyone with migrains must leave town, and all children fear for their lives, and those who lived through the cuban miscle crisis experience severe ptsd. it is very traumatic. but most young white people in the marina district seem to like it, as they drink excessively on roof tops and cheer ... perhaps it reminds them of their dear film and life philosiphy known as 'top gun'.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Life ... then sports and food ... just for a moment.
I recommend you read this part while listening to this song - Bittersweet Symphony, by the verve - ok, roll dramatics ... yeah, get you up in the morning, cock a doodle the rooster is a calling. Think for a moment, about yourself, life ... the universe, shit ... i can say whatever and said to this song, makes you feel pretty freakin awesome no matter. i mean come on, goose bumps right, right? Or is it just me, because i may be totally off on this one.
Alright, I was thinking this morning in the shower - it's a man thing ... we do our best thinking in there, right Tim what's his name from ToolTime (oh i would put a classic link but don't want to divert you from the song i hope you are playing). Anyway, so i was thinking, brain cells moving, neurons connecting, all that stuff going on. I was thinking about life ... as one tends to do from time to time. Well, you see, there are a lot of different narratives that we can write, or say to ourselves about our life ... well, i guess im just trying to say sometimes you eat the bar and sometimes the bar eats you ... so, (and play song over again if you must, or move on to a ToolTime You Tube video - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnguL3DwPaM - yes this bathroom will accompany you on the enterprise while hurling through space in your living room watching all of the best games with spok and other friendly folk or however you imagine it).
Ok, we are getting somewhere here ... moving on, to sports and food ... on the way though, well, we have a little time to talk about this thing called life. So, in this thing called life we have up and downs, lefts and rights ... but the thing is, wherever we go, whatever we do or dont, life just keeps on going - the damdest thing, the nerve! Absolutely, no freeze time like Evie from ' Out of this World '
millionaire matchmaker contd., plus kim k and ...
the thing with millionaire matchmaker, and all bravo shows, and that great song which raps about how i watch my espn while she watches her oxygen by who knows digidy somebody ... well, is that it is pretty much true ... to life ... my life at least ... most life i imagine ... not all life, not over all of time ... but the women like their lady shows and the men like their sports ... pretty basic stuff ... crosses over from time to time ... but simple enough ...
now that we got that straight, it is true, sometimes i make sacrifices, deep and substantial sacrifices and watch shows like millionaire matchmaker that make me want to puke out of my butt and stab my eyes with my testicles (if they were pointy, which they are not, i assure you) ... and it is ok ... i bond with the lady and learn a little about humanity in ways that i wished otherwise probably not to know but now carry with me like a scarlet letter of knowledge ... and i just cant forget kim kardashian has scabbies no how hard i try to ... not that i care much about her or her scabies, but that she has it and it was a big issue especially between her and mother kardashian who wanted to change her last name back to kardashian ... yada yada yada, shoot me in the face please ... and it all comes back around to sports, and hubbie chris jenner (whose wife is also named kris, with a k) - who was an olympic gold metalist - so you see, it is ok, like yin and yang it works together ... breathe ommmm, breathe ...
so basically what i am trying to say is yes, i missed the end of the yankee game and the chance to cherish immediate post game reactions of derek jeter sulking in arods arms ... and instead was in fact watching millionaire matchmaker ... and that is ok ... i am ok.
good, i am glad we got that one off our chest, lets all move on now ... and pretend ... by watching superflous amounts of post post game and day after commentary and sports banter! cheers to the sports industrial complex and their control over us servile citizens of the world ... espn, i bow to yee ...
... now, before i forget and go on and on about sports and society and culture and so forth ... lets talk a bit more about those greesy graces of gad they call burritos and quesadillas from el farilito ... as this blog expands and the business plan develops ever moreso, an investment in a smart phone with a camera to upload real time photos maybe in order ... maybe ... until then just imagine these collosals of joy, sobering over - each bite a celebration of life and the pure and simple fact that i, we are alive !!! ... you see now, you see how sports and foods are so related ... similar orgasmic experience of pure animilastic satsifaction and sustenance for the body, the mind, the soul! ... elevate my friends to the true potential that sports and food offer us to attain! rise up! and be delivered! ....
ok, few ... as the sweat drips down my brow and i think of an eminem song, then an advertisement from burger king, and also a sexy thinly clothed clad gal ... and back again to the aftermath, this moment ... many hours later left with only memories and some stomach growls, belches and such ...
how long can we stay euphoric after a victory? ... red sox fans? ... oh yes, and did i mention that my most recent sports location related geniological accomplishment was bringing the first world series victory to san francisco! that is right, fear my beard that my brother drew on with just for men dye during game one of the world series as cliff lee was being handed to it by little freakie spastically fantastic freddie sanchez ... oh just check out that mole !!!
watching millionaire matchmaker
... watching millionaire matchmaker ... went to el farilito ... the co-director and myself are taking this food blog big ...
motivated, was motivated ... inspired ... energized ... think athlete under Friday Night Lights ... remember ...
and defeat ... the highs and lows of sports, like life ... except life feels so much more real sometimes ... sports is ...
rambling now ... been a long day ... yanks lost to detroit, yippie hippy horray! Oregon killed cal but only in the second half ... i was unable to view much of these matchups, listened to some on the radio driving my 88 acura legend previously owned by my papa just passing 200,000 miles and still ticking, through san fran streets to el farilito - shared the quesidila quiza with steak and al pastor super burrito with the lady ... it was amazing ... brought home extra salsa, three different kinds - green, chunky red, saucy red - but they didnt give us chips, no need to distress broiled a couple tortillas in the oven from the fridge and good to go! ...
anecdotal food related conversation ... driving and deciding where to go to dinner is always an epic conversation with the lady ... more on this later ... and who has been almost killed in the process ... small babies (sorry to my newborn neice Fiona and her kin) have not been exempt from this almost list ... i joke ...
... but definately myself and the gf have been in direct danger as a result of this decision making process ... and most of our decision making processes for that matter ... or mine specifically as the lady would say, is according to her and as she sights many others an infuriating thing to experience ... on my behalf, i am an artist, and the process is part of the journey and the journey is the thing not the end ... so relish the process i say ! ... please comment if agreed and ignore the fact that i am biasing this conversation probably completely towards myself as i am the commander of this correspondence ... actually me lady marite is the editor and has final cut priveleges so i hope this makes it!!! perhaps she will add a comment on her behalf or completely assault my writing and change my blog entry to all things ben debonis sucks related! ...
ok ... and we continue ... i partially tore my mcl in the fourth quarter of a blowout victory in the second game of my senior year high school football season ... i was co-captain, and had put on about 40 pounds of muscle in the last three years going from the smallest kid on the team freshman year at 5 feet one hundred pounds to one of the burliest muscle pound mo fo's around, my qb referred to me endearingly as latimor (a steroid infused character from a late nineties movie The Program ), trust i was not in fact taking steroids even though my doctor father was also accused joshingly by my friends that he injected my heavily consumed pb & j sandwiches with steroids or did the old under the finger nail maneuver on me ... he denies all claims i am sure and i am sure it is sincere ...
Thursday, October 6, 2011
10/6 first post, continued
NYY v. Detroit ... 5.21 pm est ... detroit hits two homeruns to start the game ...
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Pistachios ... a great snack, better than peanuts I proclaim, when watching a game. I once made an amazing pistachio, yogurt, honey, ice cube, banana smoothie - give it a try, you will like.
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in truth, i am censored. i cannot write some things i will like to in order to protect the privacy of myself and others. this is very common struggle for most writers, and bloggers ... how much to reveal and at what cost? the more you reveal the more edgy and intrigue often. and of course, there is how you reveal, which sets the tone and mood and can make your revelations more or less poignant, impactful - underscore, accent, or down play.
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this blog could be called food-sports plus relationships ... that would be an interesting title and guide - or, maybe food-sports and life (or is life?) ... no, maybe just and life ... ah in truth, i trying to survive a relationship, with a loving and beautiful girl ... a young relationship, in these formative years, during these hectic modern times of much turmoil and turnover and instability ... how our relationship mirrors life and times.
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yanks in trouble early down two still in the second. jay-z in the house!
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writing has always been important to me. here is a link to my 'riding high on tram five' from my semester abroad in Prague 2003 ... this was a great time ... and a tough time ... my brother jay came to visit during his first year at nyc medical school for Thanksgiving break - after a grueling plain ride and being 12 hours behind in time and probably sleep, i immediately took him to a local bar/pub in the town square to watch the Rugby World Cup Finals match between the darks of New Zealand and Australia (I believe) ... oh no, i am wrong, it was england who defeated australia ... good times.
anyway, writing has always been an outlet for myself to work things out, be creative, get some insight and perspective ... touch humanity, or something like that ... reflect my humanity ... pencil to pad, fingers to keys ... i've always said like many writers how my hands cant keep up with my heart / mind to truly reflect my being ... but i try ... not for perfection but progress as they say - this is a saying from aa which i am not a part of but worked at a rehab clinic in san fran, volunteered for six months every week from 9-2 at a place called the Ozanam Wellness center, part of the St. Vincent De Paul Society ... if you ever want a touch of humanity, humility and some insight into yourself and the world you live in, go to this place, visit any aa meeting - and you do not have to be religious! ... it will be a religious experience i gaurentee!
... i am not very religious ... born a jew, bar mitzvahed, went to hebrew school; my dad was born catholic italian, took more to the eastern religions / philosiphies in his formative younger years and passed on the teachings of the buddha to myself ... i am culturally jewish, spiritually and philisophically a mixture of a lot of things from taoist to buddhism, to catholicism and judaism ...
... how does this all have to do with sports and food ... everything! ...
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Pistachios ... a great snack, better than peanuts I proclaim, when watching a game. I once made an amazing pistachio, yogurt, honey, ice cube, banana smoothie - give it a try, you will like.
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in truth, i am censored. i cannot write some things i will like to in order to protect the privacy of myself and others. this is very common struggle for most writers, and bloggers ... how much to reveal and at what cost? the more you reveal the more edgy and intrigue often. and of course, there is how you reveal, which sets the tone and mood and can make your revelations more or less poignant, impactful - underscore, accent, or down play.
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this blog could be called food-sports plus relationships ... that would be an interesting title and guide - or, maybe food-sports and life (or is life?) ... no, maybe just and life ... ah in truth, i trying to survive a relationship, with a loving and beautiful girl ... a young relationship, in these formative years, during these hectic modern times of much turmoil and turnover and instability ... how our relationship mirrors life and times.
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yanks in trouble early down two still in the second. jay-z in the house!
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writing has always been important to me. here is a link to my 'riding high on tram five' from my semester abroad in Prague 2003 ... this was a great time ... and a tough time ... my brother jay came to visit during his first year at nyc medical school for Thanksgiving break - after a grueling plain ride and being 12 hours behind in time and probably sleep, i immediately took him to a local bar/pub in the town square to watch the Rugby World Cup Finals match between the darks of New Zealand and Australia (I believe) ... oh no, i am wrong, it was england who defeated australia ... good times.
anyway, writing has always been an outlet for myself to work things out, be creative, get some insight and perspective ... touch humanity, or something like that ... reflect my humanity ... pencil to pad, fingers to keys ... i've always said like many writers how my hands cant keep up with my heart / mind to truly reflect my being ... but i try ... not for perfection but progress as they say - this is a saying from aa which i am not a part of but worked at a rehab clinic in san fran, volunteered for six months every week from 9-2 at a place called the Ozanam Wellness center, part of the St. Vincent De Paul Society ... if you ever want a touch of humanity, humility and some insight into yourself and the world you live in, go to this place, visit any aa meeting - and you do not have to be religious! ... it will be a religious experience i gaurentee!
... i am not very religious ... born a jew, bar mitzvahed, went to hebrew school; my dad was born catholic italian, took more to the eastern religions / philosiphies in his formative younger years and passed on the teachings of the buddha to myself ... i am culturally jewish, spiritually and philisophically a mixture of a lot of things from taoist to buddhism, to catholicism and judaism ...
... how does this all have to do with sports and food ... everything! ...
10/6 first post
woke up at one. nfl live time. brewed up some coffee - a bit old, still ok ... no milk or sugar in the house, poor some maple syrup in it. cooked up some oatmeal, ate with yogurt and banana. im ready to go! will like to watch cal oregon and ny detroit games tonight ... but gf will probably flash on me. tough call ... may have to go out for the game to a friends place, but not really my preference ...
yeah, im unemployed ... been a long time now, too long - almost 18 months. I live with my gf in a lovely old rickety sf apt. in the Asian, Russian, White Richmond park / beach district of SF. go niners, giants ... although i am east bay born and raised so oakland athletics are always first in my mind / heart.
ok ... so, here we go! food-sports, the name ... derived from a conversation at a post-wedding celebration party in regards to my job search and creating my own blog based on things / hobbies i love most - sports and foods! so, let's proceed. btw Audibles Live on ESPN is now on ... go jerry! keyshawn has a nice swade jacket on ... marcellus whiley of my papa and broha former almamadors Columbia U.
food update ... drank a liter of decaf organic green tea, had a pb&j and an apple ... good to go! i dont eat much snack food, fyi otherwise i will just take whatever i have around down ... so i only or mostly only buy fresh and organic ingredients as long as i can afford them. i used to devour full bags of dorritos with tostitos salsa dip growing up in my old Piedmont abode watching san fran rise to its years of dustiny and getting my first introduction to real sports broadcasting genius in the forms of kruk and keip of sf gigantes. good times ... more on that to come, although baseball season in the bay is about over. trust me though, these guys are great and btw is good idea to listen to other teams broadcasters bc they are all very different in many ways and can really open your mind to a whole new world of viewing experiences. i got a prominent flash of that watching the hated dodgers in la and listening to their historic broadcaster - vin scully ... who actually gives real baseball info as opposed to kruk and keip who mostly banter about gamer babes and ugly finders (more on this later).
i recal a line from jerry seinfeld about a man's living room in comparison to the enterprise of star trek and how that is pretty much all one needs, the true male fantasy ... hurling through space at light speed in your living room, basically ... classic material, we shall return to.
this reminds me of a family blessing i have ... it might be important to note. wherever the debonis tribe goes we seem to bring championships to the local. lets start with my pops, born and bred of nyc brooklyn area circa 1940 ... let's see, we got the yanks of course dominating all throughout his childhood ... now let's follow his path to cinci for his medical school stunt when the big red machine came into prominence and won their two world series rings ... then him and the wifey, my mommy ... moved to oakland cali and boom! reggie jack and the oakland a's win three ... then joe montana brings 4 home in the eighties, another comes in 90s from mr. young. and just when you think that is it, well big brother jay debonis moves to nyc for his undergrad studies and the yankees come back to their old winning ways, taking three world series in his first four years over yonder. and, finally, you got the biggest testamount to my immediate family's greatness in delivering rings to our respective locals - my migration to the new england area for my undergrad studies at brown u. (a cold dismal place contrasted with great natural and architectural beauty and the people grizzled, salted, hard working, cynical, sarcastic, incredible) ... well, brought three super bowls and the rise of the brady / billicek empire, and ... drumb roll please ././. the end of the curse!
yeah, im unemployed ... been a long time now, too long - almost 18 months. I live with my gf in a lovely old rickety sf apt. in the Asian, Russian, White Richmond park / beach district of SF. go niners, giants ... although i am east bay born and raised so oakland athletics are always first in my mind / heart.
ok ... so, here we go! food-sports, the name ... derived from a conversation at a post-wedding celebration party in regards to my job search and creating my own blog based on things / hobbies i love most - sports and foods! so, let's proceed. btw Audibles Live on ESPN is now on ... go jerry! keyshawn has a nice swade jacket on ... marcellus whiley of my papa and broha former almamadors Columbia U.
food update ... drank a liter of decaf organic green tea, had a pb&j and an apple ... good to go! i dont eat much snack food, fyi otherwise i will just take whatever i have around down ... so i only or mostly only buy fresh and organic ingredients as long as i can afford them. i used to devour full bags of dorritos with tostitos salsa dip growing up in my old Piedmont abode watching san fran rise to its years of dustiny and getting my first introduction to real sports broadcasting genius in the forms of kruk and keip of sf gigantes. good times ... more on that to come, although baseball season in the bay is about over. trust me though, these guys are great and btw is good idea to listen to other teams broadcasters bc they are all very different in many ways and can really open your mind to a whole new world of viewing experiences. i got a prominent flash of that watching the hated dodgers in la and listening to their historic broadcaster - vin scully ... who actually gives real baseball info as opposed to kruk and keip who mostly banter about gamer babes and ugly finders (more on this later).
i recal a line from jerry seinfeld about a man's living room in comparison to the enterprise of star trek and how that is pretty much all one needs, the true male fantasy ... hurling through space at light speed in your living room, basically ... classic material, we shall return to.
this reminds me of a family blessing i have ... it might be important to note. wherever the debonis tribe goes we seem to bring championships to the local. lets start with my pops, born and bred of nyc brooklyn area circa 1940 ... let's see, we got the yanks of course dominating all throughout his childhood ... now let's follow his path to cinci for his medical school stunt when the big red machine came into prominence and won their two world series rings ... then him and the wifey, my mommy ... moved to oakland cali and boom! reggie jack and the oakland a's win three ... then joe montana brings 4 home in the eighties, another comes in 90s from mr. young. and just when you think that is it, well big brother jay debonis moves to nyc for his undergrad studies and the yankees come back to their old winning ways, taking three world series in his first four years over yonder. and, finally, you got the biggest testamount to my immediate family's greatness in delivering rings to our respective locals - my migration to the new england area for my undergrad studies at brown u. (a cold dismal place contrasted with great natural and architectural beauty and the people grizzled, salted, hard working, cynical, sarcastic, incredible) ... well, brought three super bowls and the rise of the brady / billicek empire, and ... drumb roll please ././. the end of the curse!
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