| | ESPN came and some local TV crews came for our J.J. Redick shoot last Wednesday. My one moment of glory came when I started velcro-ing these straps to his butt and crotch area and the cameras ram-cammed in. So, at some point in the future you may see yours truly playing with J.J.'s crotch area. That's so no bueno!
Friday turned out to be interesting; Dave, Steve, and I went out and did the "asian thing" by going to only asian bars that night. We ended up at Flow and I saw "Mongolia", the nickname Lance and I gave the cute Mongolian bartender there. There was another bartender there that I hadn't met whose name was Genevieve. Imagine a cross between my old roommate EJ and Jenna Haze but with very large, uh, mammary glands. And by "large" I mean 36D. She was mad cute, tho, and really cool. By her own account, she's a norebang queen. Met this one girl Victoria there that night, who pretty much just plopped herself in front of me and started up a conversation.
Saturday night I went with my roommates to the local bar in our hood, The Bitter End (how fitting for me, huh?). It was jammed with lots of people which was a bit surprising, but I heard that as school gets back into session it turns into a college bar (SF State is close by) most nights. My roommate Andy and I were leaning over the railing on the second floor overlooking the bar and I remarked to him, "Hey, those two girls look like they could use some company. One's asian, and one's white. You take the asian girl, I'll take the white girl." He kinda hemmed and hawed, and I don't think flying wing was his thing. "OK" I told him. "Let me get you some liquid courage down at the bar." So we went down to the bar and ordered him a beer. He had a sip and I said, "Ready?" And he replies, "Sure." And the two girls walk right past us out the door. We just laughed, because the timing was so perfect. It was a good night, though.
Sunday was a soccer-rific day. I played a 9AM game which we won 4-0. We're the #1 team in the league right now; we're very fit, play well together, and have an excellent sweeper (Jim) who reminds me of Hong MyungBo because of the aggressive way that he clears balls out of the area. We were missing 3 of our regular girls, so another girl that our captain knows has been filling in and she's awesome. When we asked our captain about her he said, "Oh, yeah. She plays varsity for UC Irvine. And she's only a sophomore." Nice.
I joined another team that played at noon, and boy, it was like night and day. This team needed help. Both teams are co-ed, and everyone knows that if you play co-ed soccer the winning teams ALWAYS have the better girls. Our 9AM team has the best girls in the league hands-down, but the noon team had some real useless ones. Well, when the dust settled we lost 6-2 and I ended up with a huge bruise on my left shin from a guy who kicked me when I blocked his shot on goal. Interestingly, they asked me to play sweeper, then handed me the #20 shirt. Visions of Hong flashed through my brain, but needless to say, the result didn't exactly fulfill the promise. But hey, only one goal was my fault, and that was only because I couldn't motor onto a ball quick enough and had to take a guy down in the box. But it was already 4-0 at that point anyway and I was going down swinging ... to the bitter end.
Was supposed to meet up with Victoria, Steve, and NaNa for dim sum afterwards, but Steve sent me a txt saying he wasn't going to be able to go since he just woke up at 2, and Victoria didn't reply to my txt message or voicemail. So sadly, my Sunday afternoon was spent hobbling around on my bad leg eating tuna fish sandwiches. Stupid Hong MyungBo #20. |
