Thursday, April 30, 2009
Consider the grand tours - Is the stage shaping up to be a bunch sprint? No problem – fast forward to the last 10K and eat your tofu dinner with the best part of the race. Climbing stage with a mountaintop finish? Fast forward it to the base of the final climb, and kick it back after a hard day working in the yard with a cold brewski watching the skinny gifted climbers make you look like a fat slog who couldn’t climb a step ladder. Time trial stage? Skip the lame teams and watch Saxo Bank, Astana, and Cervelo slug it out by just tuning in to the last 30 minutes of the event.
This is how cable television should work – buying a la carte channels based on your own interests, but it never will. Who cares! – As long as there are options like this for sport specific coverage, I’m happy to fork over $99/year. So here’s the plan for May since I want to freakin’ REPRESENT at the 24 Hours of 9 Mile Forest in July:
The Giro d’Italia is on from May 9th through the end of the month. In addition to training outdoors, I’m going to ride the rollers every night there is a stage – 21 nights I believe. Could be 10 minutes on the trainer, could be 2.5 hours. I could have water bottles in my cages or cans of Tecate. Doesn’t matter, I get to watch 21 great races, ON DEMAND with my time schedule, every day. This is like 3 weeks of Christmas when you’re 6 years old. I’d rather do this than go to Hawaii for a week that’s how pathetic I am. So – a heavy training month of May, some rest in June, and ready to kill by the end of July. Just REPRESENTIN’ Flagstaff AZ in Wisconsin, that’s all.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I guess this is the question I need to ask: “Who would significantly overpay for an ugly-ass, doughnut-tire sportin’, reasonably eco-efficient vehicle”? Big Steve, Ellen Jo, Ellsie, Josh, JVC, CW, Rottenberg, A-Man, Ken Buck, and my “must have 4WD” Mom who lives in Tucson wouldn’t. I guess that covers nearly every genre, including the “Gay cop posing as a hetero family man” – thank you Kenny.
Many studies show that if you compare the fuel efficiency/environmental impact/cost of ownership of a new Prius versus, say, a gasoline powered Toyota Corolla – you’re in the winner’s bracket if you pick the Corolla. The environmental footprint of the batteries to run the Prius is huge – and it won’t get smaller until more car companies embrace and force the issue with regards to battery technology.
No question, it’s important to have consumers embrace these early stage hybrid cars, as it will help further the evolution of a cleaner automobile. However, if it’s YOU who buys one – Maybe take a more humble approach and consider yourself “taking one for the team” so to speak. Afterall, you just overpaid for an ugly car that doesn’t get much better mileage that a TDi Jetta – a car that has a much smaller enviro-footprint, and is a hella’ lot more fun to drive.
The problem is, he chose to close the letter with this gem: "In conclusion, I'm SICK OF THIS SHIT!!!!!". So there you go. A shining example of the talent pool that the hospitality industry attracts, and what the stressful conditions in our industry can do to initially sane individuals.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
I managed to make the 25 minute traverse over to Schultz Creek where CW was waiting. From the word GO I was 30 seconds back.....a minute back......a minute and a half back. We climbed 1,000 feet and he wanted to continue on. I tried - rode 40 feet, and said no more. We rode back down to town, had a PBR in the can in CW's garage, and I gimped home. I've never felt weaker on a bike than I can remember.
So, I got out today for a little redemption. Problem is, it didn't happen. I survived 50 minutes with quadriceps that just will not cooperate. Damn, man. I'm done. I think I'm back to square 1, and thankfully all I've committed to is a 24 hour duo in July. So - I'll be back on the trails tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, working myself back into some sort of condition that resembles what I had in March. For fuck's sake, this was not worth bragging rights, a stupid T-shirt, and a discounted racquet.
Friday, April 24, 2009
The first game was a dogfight until we got to around 8-8. Diving, hitting some defensive shots, and getting lucky on a few plays, I was hanging in there with him by running him front to back and side to side. I got on a roll with a few consecutive service aces and survived a late rally from David to take game 1. I was tired, and managed to completely miss a ball in the back corner with the racquet hitting my shin full-speed. Yup - a full blown egg-like contusion is sitting there this morning. I call that a rookie mark.
Game two started off 5-5, but I could feel he was fading a bit...missing shots he normally makes and his serve had become as predictable as a Republican political campaign. I didn't really put any hammer down per se because I didn't have one to put down. I just kept the ball in play, and allowed him plenty of opportunities to make mistakes, and most importantly, I didn't mentally check out assuming I'd win. It was over by 9:15 and I was home at 9:30. 800mg of Ibuprofin for the leg wound, a burrito, a million ounces of OJ and into bed dreaming about hitting with one of those new Ektelon racquets. See, David didn't bring a prize for the winner because he was confident that he would take the tourney. I won't get a free $250 racquet out of this, but I get bragging rights at the Flag Athletic Club, an Uber-gay long sleeve that says "CHAMPION" on the sleeve that I'll never wear in public and.......maybe I can shame him into one of his racquets for $50.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Spring classics in Cycling, the Masters - if you're in to fat guys hitting little balls, the NFL draft, Baseball's opening day, NBA playoffs begin, and the hunt for the trophy of all trophies - Lord Stanley's Cup.
It would sure be easy to order up a dish, and watch every freaking event night afer night. I'm tempted, but not that tempted. I can barely find time to ride right now, so I'll take what I can get as the sun comes up and the sun goes down. I hope to hit 15 hours of training next week which will give me the kick start I need to get going. I was on fire a week ago, and lost all my mo' this week tending to.....life.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
When I was a kid, we didn't even have organized soccer until 4th grade. Nowadays, there are coached leagues for 3 year olds. Pretty cool, in some ways.
The scrimmage today was with a team that had a Mexican kid. Whenever you play a team with a Mexican kid - ok, HISPANIC for you PC police - you can bet that said kid will run all over the field and basically kick the shit out of your team singlehandedly. We played a defensive gameplan and lost 3-2. Not bad considering the only kid of color I have is the Ronald McDonald looking Marcus. Lyza scored a goal from 25 yards out on a booming kick that went in on the fly....then she took a shot to the face from the Mexican kid at point blank range. It took her out of the game for several minutes No blood, no harm, it just shocked her. Guess who scored all three of their goals? - Yup, Jorge the Mexican Sensation. He was cool, and he came over and asked Lyza if she was allright after crushing her frontal lobe. She may pay for that later in College, but maybe we can call it a learning disability and get a scholarship. Maybe I should just take the elevator straight to Hell for that thought.
All was well. I told her a story about taking a penalty kick to the nuts when I was a kid - over Italian Ices, and she laughed off her own trauma and, well, on to the rest of the day.....
Friday, April 17, 2009
288,000 miles on original engine
Pretty good condition - drives great, and if you can put up with a few inconveniences - it's a wonderful car.
Will need a new head gasket soon, serpentine belt, fuel filter, fuel sensor, three of four power windows don't work, power seat needs a fuse, don't open the glove box or it will fall to the floorboard, missing signal light above left front bumper, and the front suspension doesn't like curbs.
The good stuff:
Features a Harmon Kardon stereo, leather in great shape, 25mpg, and it will go 130mph on I-17 south towards Phoenix. Sunroof works, cold starts are great - but don't back up immediately - wait a couple of minutes or the engine will die. Tranny slips a bit, but it could be worse.
Monday, April 13, 2009
The target right now is the last two races of the AZ State series in late May and June. I have some work to do since I got a late start this year...but a few more rides with C-Dub and I'll be ready to race.
Friday, April 10, 2009
So I brought that mentality with me last night to the courts. Getting my back knee to the floor on kill shots, being patient on lob shots - taking them off the back wall, chasing everything down, and drilling the blue bastard with drive serves all night. Most importantly, taking command of the middle of the court resulted in running three stiffs off the court in six straight games. Tourney time is in two weeks and I'm feeling a lot better about my preparation and seeding. If I don't win I'll be pretty disappointed.
Tomorrow will bring a big, phat SS ride in the peaks. Forecast is for 40 degrees and snow, so it could get interesting. Then - over to the Ford dealer to see if we can work out some details on an econo-box Focus. Those a-hole car sales guys are just impossible to deal with unless you have a suitcase of cash and no trade/financing involved. Hey - if it doesn't work out, then I'm buying a used Honda and screw you Detroit.
Sunday is Paris-Roubaix live on http://www.cycling.tv/ followed by a full day at work. Yeah, I know. Working Easter Sunday seems a little f'd up, but considering my "whatever works for you as an individual" view towards religion- it's just another busy day for me at J-Pine - which is where I need to be on busy days. I'm taking Monday off as a reward for covering everyone else's holiday ham gorging fest, so I got another 1/2 day phat ride planned. Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous it ain't, but I'm diggin' it.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
The mood was semi-competitive, the drills had penalties for missed shots (like suicide windsprints and ball pickup duty), and you could see the kids were trying to figure out where they ranked in the class. Class ended, and Lyza said pretty quickly - "Dad, I don't want to come to this class anymore". We talked about why she didn't want to go anymore, and hightailed it over to Fratelli Pizza..... watched highlights of european soccer and tried to imitate the Scottish announcers until she busted out laughing so hard that a spray of Root Beer went too far past our table. It was time to go.....so sorry.
We didn't say another word about tennis, but we talked about getting her an orange BMX bike in the window at Cosmic Cycles. My eyes lit up. Maybe I need a bike too, Lyza.
Monday, April 6, 2009
So this little 8 year old girl, Sandra Cantu, ends up being found in a piece of luggage in a dairy pond farm, after going missing since the end of March. She went to a friend's house after school, then another, and never made it home. This is what my litle girl does every day after school - this is what most kids do every day after school.
All I can say is that the evil coward who did this, should be executed in the exact same manner that he/she did to this little girl. Call me a liberal on many, many things, but Capital Punishment has a place in my world and the sick fuck who killed this little girl should get a front row seat to a heinous death. Break 'em Limb by limb, remove finger after finger, then set 'em on fire, and then extinguish 'em by water with a brick tied to his/her foot all the way to the bottom of the Mariana Trench. You do not mess with kids. I hope whoever did this is found by her father and not the law. The law in California will not do this girl justice.
If I were her father, I would be inconsolable right now. I can say with 100% conviction that I would avenge her by absolutely destroying the person who did this to her even if it meant the end of me too. Look at her face - pure, innocent, vulnerable. You don't mess with kids.
Anyway. At the age of 20 I learned that betting on sports is in a word....stupid. I learned that the three evil sisters of gambling 'Shoulda', 'Coulda', and 'Woulda' miraculously cast a spell on greater than 50% of my bets. After a few years of only occasional payback from these sisters, I finally realized that they are evil whores who are employed by Harrah's, MGM, or Mirage Enterprises - these bitches are casino employees. So, I stopped seeing them, and retreated to the blackjack table where I can usually hold my own.
Well my little Excellent Adventure with Villanova lasted until Saturday evening when North Carolina beat them pretty soundly. It was a semi-longshot, and WTF, it was a fun three weeks following them. I was out $45 from two pools. Little harm, lotsa' fun, and no foul.
I got a great education at NAU, but it wasn't really.....traditional. Degree in hand yes, but what I really learned was that I like brown haired - short - athletic chicks, that I'm an average athlete at best, that gambling is a blast if you go with cash and leave your credit cards home, and that it's really not what you know, it's how good you look doing it - whatever it may be.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
1.) With a median sale price of $5,700 dollars - I could sell my hovel in Flagstaff and buy 55.27 homes in Detroit. Livin' large as a slumlord?!
2.) Since everybody left, the water supply is actually one of the cleanest in the nation.
3.) If you're an artist, you can rent loft space in one of the old automaker manufacturing buildings for .25 cents per square foot. I think I could even make crappy pottery, and "what the hell is that" charcoal sketches, and still come out ahead.
So I wanted to give my buddy Fish a semi-public shout out to say that we were just bustin' your balls, and............drumroll please................ I'm seriously considering buying a Ford car next week. Yup, my first American made car ever. Why? because Ford has remained solvent despite sales woes, they haven't taken a nickel of TARP money, and they make pretty damn good cars/trucks. The real reason? I can't afford the Acrua TL I'd love to have.
I also figure that if I invest in a Detroit based company, that might throw a nickel or two into a town that could use a little help. You don't have to say "Thank you" Fish. When your Red Wings win another Stanley Cup and there are 167 people at the parade in downtown Detroit, you can sip the free hot cocoa that I probably helped pay for.