So my good friend Jenny sent me a PaloozaHead. Don’t know what it is? Check it out right here. Funny, Jenny. Very funny. But at least those of you that give me hell for being Latin and not being able to dance can lay off now. I look like Baryshnikov out there. Or at least my head does.
So then I see another email from Jenny proclaiming “Spurs Suck!”. Hmmmmmmmmm. How should I take that? You see, myself being a San Antonio guy, and Jenny, being an L.A. girl, don’t always see eye to eye. And I’m not referring to her vertically challenged situation. 
It basically breaks down like this: I don’t like the Lakers. And Jenny hates the state of Texas.
So I’d have to say if indeed the Spurs suck, after winning the 2007 NBA championship, then at what level of suck are the Lakers? Especially when their best player/rapist is doing everything he can to abandon ship? Do the Lakers suck the sucky teams? Or do they simply suck so hard that they actually blow? Who knows. But I’ll take “suck” over whatever the Lakers are.
By the way, remember the movie “Wedding Crashers”? Remember when the crazy sister is throwing a tantrum at the wedding reception in front of her father (played by the always smooth Christopher Walken)? I kind of see Kobe Bryant holding his breath and stomping his feet in front of owner Jerry Buss. Grow up, Kobe. Grow up.
-Dave Q.
I can’t tell you how long I’ve been a Jessica Biel fan. Because I don’t know. But I can tell you that if she keeps going with pics like to go along with her role in the Adam Sandler-Kevin James gay marraige flick, then I may just challenge someone for the presidency of her fan club.
I remember when Jessica Biel was on 7th Heaven. For those of you that don’t remember, 7th Heaven was a show based on a minister and his family. Very family oreiented and very family friendly. Also known as dull. Well, I’m starting to think of the whole Catholic girl syndrome thing, or whatever it’s called. You know what I’m referring to.
When a girl, such as a minister’s daughter, is sheltered all her life and when she finally gets free of that she breaks out and goes wild in a big way. I think that Jessica Biel is a byproduct of this. Constantly out to show the world she is nothing like the character she played on TV. Although we all know this by now, I can only hope she thinks we need more convincing in the future.
By the way, does anyone know what her tattoo is of? I’m not a fan of tattoos, but that one almost looks acceptable. In fact, I’m blind to it.
-Dave Q.
This past Sunday they aired the Robot Chicken Star Wars special. I missed it, but thanks to YouTube, I just finished watching it. And it was great! Check them out below. Pretty damn funny!
I laughed pretty hard at the part with the alien that gets his arm cut off in the cantina. It kind of shows another side to him. Enjoy them while you can. You know how videos don’t last too long on YouTube these days.
-Dave Q.
My shoulder is killing me.
I saw the writing on the wall a few years ago. The clear cut sign that I was getting old. You know what that was? Here it is: When you can’t do a physical acitivity anymore without taking the time to properly stretch. The results of not stretching being about 3 days of soreness. Wow. I remember the days when I could jump up and do just about any activity on a whim and not worry about the consequences the next day. I miss those days. Getting old sucks.
So a couple of weeks ago I “tweaked” my shoulder making a throw while playing softball. It didn’t seem like much at the time since I always seemed to have a sore arm after every game. Usually after two days, that was the end of it. No more pain. But here we are almost exactly two weeks from when I first hurt it and it is still hurting me. So much so that sleeping has become a problem when I roll over on it. So I am looking to make a doctor’s appointment today and get it checked out.
Now, I’m a fairly active guy. I run. I play basketball. I play softball. I bike. I think that might add up to doing more than your average 31-year-old. I do those things because I enjoy them. Any benefits, like staying in shape, are just bonus for me. So needless to say, if the shoulder is bad enough that I have to cut out a couple of those activities, I’m going to be miserable. Especially since I already paid the fee for softball and we were only two games into the season. Getting old really sucks.
We’ll see what the doc says. Hopefully I just need to rest it. By the way, I have friends that have told me to ice it down and to apply some heat to it. Or vice versa. Something like that. Well, that sounded like a lot of work. So I did the next best thing. Icy Hot. Makes sense, right?
-Dave Q.
I remember blogging a few months back in disgust in how the Spurs were playing. Never in my wildest dreams did I think they would be hoisting up the Larry O’Brien trophy this year the way they were playing back then. But in the end they made me proud, got their game faces on, and played their asses off! Nice!
And I’m especially happy for Michael Finley, the former Maverick that was cast away by Mark Cuban. Fin came to San Antonio looking for his first championship. And after the way the Spurs lost to the Mavs last year, it served as motivation this year not only for him, but for his teammates. They wanted to win this as much for him as anyone. Congrats Fin! And what can you say about Big Shot Rob. His seventh championship! The dude is like a lucky rabbit’s foot! Hell, just keep him around for his mojo. He doesn’t have to play any minutes! As long as he’s around, you’ve got a chance.
I wasn’t expecting a sweep. With all the hype about LeBron James and all. He looked like he was in over his head at times. But I have to give him props, the guy was a class act through the series. In a time and age of “me first” prima donnas, this guy gave credit where credit was due. And he carried his team as much as he could. I compliment him on that. But this time it just wasn’t meant to be. Maybe next year, LeBron.
-Dave Q.
Remember Amanda Beard? I didn’t really either. But I kind of remember the name from a few years back. So that prompted me to do some research on the old internet. Turns out she is an Olympic medalist in swimming. And she’s also easy on the eyes. And now she’s nude in Playboy.
I can hear all the feminists now. And to a certain degree, I understand their frustration. To have one of their own, a role model to young girls, degrade herself to the entertainment of men everywhere. But let me ask you this: Would it not be a greater crime to conceal all this? I mean, look at her! Wow.
I have to admit this. I think she will look better in her pictorial from FHM (above) than she will in Playboy. But I will have to see to be sure. I’ve always been one to enjoy a little to the imagination. But not too much.
What I do like about Amanda Beard is that she is realistic. In an interview about her Playboy spread, she says the following:
You have to remember, I’m still just a swimmer. I am living a great lifestyle and I’m making good money, but I’m not a basketball player. These deals are not $40 million deals.
And she’s absolutely right. She is a swimmer. And a good one. But there isn’t a great demand for swimmers in the entertainment field. So unless she is going to night school to become a CPA or something, how is she going to support herself? I know she has some cash, but give her credit for thinking ahead.
She has a God given talent that made her famous. So I don’t see anything wrong with her cashing in on her other gift from the Man upstairs. And thankfully she does it now before that gift is not so… nice.
Good for you Amanda! And better yet, good for us!
-Dave Q.
I don’t want to get too excited, but I think I’m over my cold.
Wow. This has got to be the biggest sign that I am getting old. A cold like that one used to take 4, maybe 5 days to beat. But this one took about 8 days to get over. I guess the old immune system ain’t what it used to be.
And damn it sucked. Sore throat. Headaches. Coughing. Congestion. And to top it off, I hurt my arm playing softball last week. So I haven’t been sleeping well because I keep rolling over on it. Ow.
So I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to take more vitamins. And maybe eat more vegetables. Maybe go visit the doc on a more regular basis. Drink more orange juice. Feel free to add to my list…
-Dave Q.
So my week started out ultra-bad. But it’s Friday, and things have finally come together. My good friend Nick, who has more connections than the Verizon wireless guy, came through in the clutch. He pulled some strings and got my A/C repaired for much less than I was anticipating. So I owe him… again. A/C never felt so good. I stood right below the vent in my room until my natural body thermometers told me it was cold. And it was worth it.
Second, those clowns at Time-Warner came out a couple days earlier to fix my internet. It was rough not having that for a few days. You don’t realize how dependent you are on internet until you can’t have any. Kind of like sweet tea. Or air.
And finally, the Spurs came out victorious in Game 1 of the Finals last night. My buddy Brian nearly predicted the exact outcome. He told me yesterday, it would be close at halftime, the Spurs would pull away in the 3rd quarter, and the Cavs would trim the lead in the 4th, but not catch the Spurs. So when I came in this morning and gave him props by pointing out all those things, he tells me, “But I did say they would win by 10, and I was wrong about that.”. That caused me to roll my eyes, since the Spurs won by 9 points. So since he was off by a point, I am giving him a disadulation.
I’m very close to getting over my cold. I’d say by Sunday I should be over it. I’ve been coughing so much lately and my throat is so raw, that when I talk it sounds like I’m channeling Barry White. So maybe I should hit a karaoke bar tonight…
-Dave Q.
