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NBA draft
June 28, 2007
I love the wheelin and dealin of the NBA draft. I'm still down on the NBA season after the Spurs won the whole thing, but the draft gets me a little excited again.
Before the night is over I'm sure will see something like 5 superstars, 8 draftees and 1 GM get traded. The GM should get fired, but Boston is Boston.
Greg Odem looks amazing as does Kevin Durant. I just want to see the guys play. I don't care much about their vertical jumps or their ability to bench press 185 fresh out of high school (you know it should be high school, but that’s a different blog).
It might be cool to like the Blazers again, aka Clyde. And the Supersonics — Kemp and Payton —might be mentioned in a rap song before long. (Thanks Ice Cube - "Good Day")
After watching an interview the other day I’m hoping the best for Joakim Noah. He seems like an alright dude.
And my best to Sean Williams —of BC — also. Yeah he has a couple of pending cases, but I have a soft spot for those types of athletes. There young, dumb and ... the rest have been forbidden to post on a blog.
Final note: If the Spurs actually draft someone I can root for and not some Ethiopian/Venezuelan because they play well on the world circuit, I’d be down with that.
I’m just saying, but Manu looks like he should be driving a cab. He should at least wear a yamika to cover up that balding spot on the back of his noggin.
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My son
June 27, 2007Just wanted to brag a little and show some photos of my son. He's almost 5 months now, and these were taken about two months ago. Come on, who doesn't love baby pictures?
Enjoy.
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Latest Rap Concert
This is the newest rap concert to come to Wichita Falls, and I hope it’s not the last.
D.J. UNK and E-Class are second class rappers, but that's what you have to endure to get to the good stuff.
Most of the performers that have come to Wichita Falls haven't exactly been top of the line artists. I don't blame anybody expect Wichita Falls music fans - you broke bums.
Tickets are only $15 people.
I'm a big music fan, and most of the time I just can go out and afford to see a show. I'm pondering now whether or not to pony up $125 to see Wu-Tang and Nas in Dallas this summer.
I really want to, but now my wife puts it in the "five cans of baby formula" perspective for me. I want to go, but I unfortunately I can't.
I just have to tell myself I've seen enough performers in my credit card toting days. Metallica, Kanye West, The Roots, Snoop....on and on.
I love live music. I just hope all the eastsiders (let's not kid ourselves) decline to buy that one cd in July and go see the D.J. UNK show.
Hope to see you there — and a shout out to my boy K, I, double D at Hot 103.9. Keep doing your thing, your passion is admirable.
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Video of the Week
June 19, 2007Posted by Clayton Hein at 02:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)
Homer at the old stomping grounds
I hit a home run last night at a baseball field I played at when I was a kid. It was actually the first of its kind for me.
My wife, my brother, my brother's girlfriend and I went out to Sheppard's baseball fields and hit a little BP - that's batting practice for the ladies.
It was fun. I haven't stepped on those fields since I was a kid. It was a little nostalgic, but not too much. The fields aren't as pretty as they used to be. My brother is a semi-grounds keeper for the athletic programs on base and I told him he was doing a crappy job. He replied that it wasn't baseball season anymore.
They still looked crappy.
Playing out there was fun. As a 9-12 year old, I never hit one out of the park. I guess I just didn't have the mustard to do it.
But boy did I crush one last night. I also ruined my shoe. After I was done with my at bats, I chased a couple of balls that were outside the fencing of the field, but I mainly wanted to see where my ball landed.
There's a ditch behind the minor league field, always has been. After seeing the ball across the ditch, I got a little excited. The ball had to have traveled at least 250 feet.
It's not that big a deal, but once I connected on the ball, I knew I got most of it. It's tough hitting a baseball any distance with a wooden bat by the way.
Back to the shoe. Trying to cross the ditch, I figured I had a good spot picked out. I was wrong. Both times back and forth I submerged my left shoe into the muddy water. What fun.
That was my night. Good ol' childhood memories.
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Video of the Week
June 14, 2007Check this out. I'm hoping the Cavs pull off the greatest comeback of all time, so enjoy.
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Men's Makeup
June 12, 2007What's the deal America? Men wearing makeup? Are we collective guys actually primping with Cover Girl?
Tell me it ain't true. I would rather wear my own blood then wear makeup, unless I was going on TV of course.
I heard this little story on ESPN this morning. It struck me as odd that the guy’s guys’ channel would touch on such a topic, but maybe they were desperate?
The story, I guess, came from Forbes magazine. Something about you have to have money to wear it, I'm not sure. But I plan on getting to the bottom of this potential disaster.
Here's the link
http://www.forbes.com/style/2007/04/10/makeup-guys-products-forbeslife-cx_ls_0411makeupmen.html
You read the story and tell me what you think.
The show on ESPN tired to play future hindsight and compare the potential makeup has in a future society. The compared it to the some of the biggest trends to change a gender's approach to dating, mainly.
Makeup on guys only works if you're in a band, in a Halloween costume or on TV. That's it. It worked for Brandon Lee, in "The Crow," but that was cool. He inspired a nation of Halloween costumes.
I just can't see making makeup work. It's made for women. Guys are supposed to be guys. I know a couple guys have that acne scaring, they might use it, but that's about it. Some kids in high school, who have pizza face could use it, but that's what girls have makeup for as teenagers.
Next thing you know well starting talking about banana hammocks or briefs!?. I really hope we don't come to this conversation anytime soon.
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Sopranos finale
June 11, 2007What an interesting ending. That's all I can really say. The final episode — the one to end it all — had its ups and downs.
Listening to everyone and their goomah debating their love/hatred/disappointment/enjoyment with the finale to end all finales has been an event. Only one thing from the show had any conclusion. Phil Leotardo is out as New York boss, way out.
He's only got some tire tracks to worry about. No open casket for that guy. I chuckled a little when his head was run over and the on-looker puked. What a way to die if you ask me.
I’m glad nobody else did though….
A.J. finally came to his senses. He was really starting to disappoint me with all that sniveling. What a punk. Then he decides he wants to join the Army, gets talked out of it and gets persuaded to start a career in film.
No more teary-eyed, "where's-Aid," where's-my-cut Carmela. Thank god.
I'll miss you Meadow. You seemed to be the only disconnect to the outside world. You had a life, even though you have no clue how to parallel park in less than 85 minutes.
See ya Janice. What a gold digging whiner.
Tony, I love you. (Yes, I just confessed my man love for the big guy.) You'll be the one I hate to see go the most. Some of the stuff you did was nukin futs, but it was justifiable - to you anyways. I will never forget that curb check you put on that New Yorker late in Season 6 1/2.
Thanks for taking some time off - guy from Bruce Springsteen's band - Sil. You were No.2 for so long (no one likes a No. 2), and something needed to be done with you. A coma seems to be a sufficient end to your demise.
Junior, Junior, Junior. What happened to the pulling-strings-behind-the-scenes gangster? Even though you shot Tony, you'll be missed. You might be incontinent, but you were a heck of a character. You gave hope when you were in the high-end nursing facility with a miniature gambling ring, but you wasted away to nothing — a shell of your former self.
I could go on forever baby. I just hope a movie is in the works. I'd pay.
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Paris the Jail Bird
June 07, 2007She's free at last. Free at last.
I bet the jail workers have that exact sentiment. I don't know if anybody could put up with the whiniest woman to walk the face of the earth in the past 2,000 years.
After about 72 hours behind bars, the princess du jour was released and is set to finish out her confinement at her mansion I'm guessing.
The coolest thing in all this is the good ol' boy ankle bracelet. And I know for sure nothing ankle bracelet matches slut clothes and $1,000 high heels.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19091578/
Here's the story I ran across MSN this afternoon. You should read it, so I don't have to go into the dumb details. I can understand if you don't though.
I thought the whole point of here going to jail was to teach her a lesson. What kind of lesson can a princess learn in the comfort of her luxurious home?
The story says she complained, or was released, because of an unknown medical condition. I'll bet $50 it had to do something like an “upset tummy.” Either that or she was the prettiest thing to grace a jail cell in the entire history of jail cells and she just so happened to have a couple of butch women advancing her way.
I hope they did awful things to her in jail....
I still remember the first time I saw an ankle bracelet on a buddy I grew up with. It was only a little uncomfortable - for me. He didn't really seem to care all that much. He was just happy to have a job at the time.
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Unwanted position
June 06, 2007Here's the story of the day:
"NEW YORK - A man has sued the maker of the health drink Boost Plus, claiming the vitamin-enriched beverage gave him an erection that would not subside and caused him to be hospitalized." - Thanks MSNBC.com.
I still remember the scene in 40-year old Virgin, when Steve Carroll called the company about his more than 4-hour election. What a good movie by the way.
He didn't know what to do, and I'm guessing this New Yorker didn't either. Tip: cold water.
Chirstopher "Woods’ lawsuit, which seeks unspecified damages, names Novartis Consumer Health Inc. as a defendant. A spokeswoman for the company, Brandi Robinson, said Tuesday the company was aware of the lawsuit but does not comment on pending litigation," the internet article continues.
I think this man might have accidentally found the replacement to Viagra and every other pill-type supplement.
God knows we need as many walking erections as we can get.
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Video of the week
June 05, 2007Posted by Clayton Hein at 04:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
3rd Wedding Anniversary
Today has been one heck of a day. My wife and I celebrated our third year of putting up with each other....just kidding honey.
The last three years have gone by fast. And boy, what a marriage. We both got married when we were 21, and I don't know if I could know someone as much as I know her. There's only so much so can understand about one person going into a lifelong relationship.
There are ups and downs, just like every other marriage, but if I could use one word to summarize the whole experience....fun.
That's right, it’s been fun. Three years is nothing like 10, or 20, or even 5 for that matter, but who would have thought two simple kids from small towns could have lasted that long, especially in today's society.
I wonder if it’s still true that about 50 percent of all marriages end in divorce. Who came up with that stat? Do 25 percent end in death, 10 percent end in attrition and the other 10 just end?
I can still remember our wedding day. We got married at Allendale Baptist by Warren Hall. What a good guy, that Mr. Hall.
Probably the best memory from the whole, or two best memories would be when my brother, the best man, and my wife’s sister, her maid-of-honor, walked out together, and the pianist moronically played the wedding march. What a hilarious moment.
The second would have to be when the real idiot, the groom, forgot his wallet on the couple's way to the airport. Nothing like seeing that trail of cans — coming from the hitch — returning to the parking lot....what a good day.
Now we have a dog, and a son....I wonder what else will happen along the way...I can say this though — I can't wait.
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Sopranos, Eighth episode
June 04, 2007What a doozie.....The next to last episode of the Sopranos took some unexpected turns for the worst. The Big Bobby, Tony's brother-in-law, died after an attempt to kill Phil Leotardo went horribly, horribly wrong.
I, honestly, didn't catch the first 10 minutes so I'm not exactly sure why the hit was call on Phil, but I'm guessing it has to do with Tony's hatred towards the grey-headed one.
But with only one more episode left, I’m anticipating the worst — mainly A.J.'s death. What would a tragedy be without the tragic death of the loved one that could do no wrong — the son in the Italian family? The son of the problem. That would be a good show.
That's the belief I'm sticking to.
He's already tried committing suicide, so why not? A.J. is an OK character, but who needs him. All he's been good for his a couple of tears every now and then, especially since his girlfriend/fiancé left his no-good butt.
I was listening to a decent radio show the other day, with the end of Sopranos being near, and one caller mentioned a potential Sopranos feature film. Wouldn't that be fun?
But the main ship, the reason I watch weekly, is Tony, and I pray he doesn't die next week. I have my doubts, just because that would actually put an end the show — Call it closure — especially if my other belief, A.J.'s death, comes true.
Could you imagine the final episode - Tony and his son die. Maybe they could shoot each other "accidentaly" while eating one of those glorious meals.
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