Thursday, March 29, 2007
  Quickly Approaching a Milestone

That's one fourth of the buyout that Michigan is going to have to pay John Beilein for his services as head men's basketball coach (it could be 8 times that and it still wouldn't be enough for the Scarlett Johansson of offenses and the Natalie Portman of defenses...god, I love the motion offense...can you tell I'm single and have been for a while??? whew...)

That's roughly 2.3% of the population of Mexico City, which according to the latest Mexican census, had 8,605,239 citizens residing in the world's 8th largest populated city.

That's about three times the amount of people attended games at the Ryan Center - truly the Crown Jewel of South County.

But it's also the amount of hits this site has gotten in a little less than two years.

Which, without any advertising other than word-of-mouth, is astounding to me. So, as always, a hearty thank you.

Ok, here's some stuff.

** Sean Stewart, son of rocker Rod, talks about how he used to watch his Dad's wife (conceivably, you could call her "Mom") Rachel Hunter when she used to sunbathe. Nekkid. Quoth the younger Turk: "I used to stare at [her] when she was down by the pool sunbathing naked. I was like 15 or 16 and I was sitting in my pool with a bottle of lotion."

"Hey Bill, remember when your Mom was a senior and we were freshmen?"
"Shut up, Ted."
"Hey Bill, remember when I asked your Mom to the prom?"
"Shut up, Ted."

** The world's tallest man got married. Hey Bao, why the long face?

The world's tallest man walks into a bar...

And not for nothing...but why are all the seven-footers in the world coming out of China? I've been to Chinese restaurants, walked through Chinatowns in about 12 cities, and I have never, ever seen a Chinese person over 5'4".

Not stereotyping, just saying... TLBR is always on the side of truth.

On an aside, she's 5'6". You do the punnett square on those offspring.

(name another blog out there giving you punnett square sub-references...c'mon, name one!)

** Ugueth U. Urbina, former Sox fireman, sentenced to 14 years for kinda sorta killing five dudes.

Guess that takes him out of the mix at the trading deadline.

** They simply don't get better than Dave Magarity.

Seriously. They just don't.

For it was just about a year ago that tragedy struck and Army head women's basketball coach Maggie Dixon was taken from us.

Magarity, who was an assistant coach at Army last season after a long and storied tenure at the helm of the Marist Red Foxes, decided to stay on and coach the Cadets this season. They had a fine regular season, but came up a little short in the Patriot League tourney.

The team is being presented with the V Foundation Comeback Award.

** In a happier milestone/memory, two years ago, I arrived in Prosperine - a town on the Gold Coast and right off the Great Barrier Reef.

I was staying in a "backpackers" - Australian for "hostel," but nicer. This particular place was very, very nice.

Cabins, pools, restaurants, etc. I was handed the key to my cabin, and went in to drop my bags and relax. Hadn't gotten much sleep the night before because, at the previous "backpackers" in Brisbane (Australian for "Hartford, Conn.") the outdoor bar closed around 5 a.m. My alarm was set for half-five for a 7 a.m. flight up North.

I walk into the six-bed cabin and there were two empty beds. The other four had bikinis and bras and the such hanging off them. I was confused. I went back to the front desk and politely suggested they had made a mistake. I do not have one of those ambidextrous names like Dana or Pat or Dee.

They said, nope, you're in a "mixed" cabin. I was the mix. Me and four attractive British lasses, who didn't mind leaving their skivvies lying around.

Proserpine and the GBR area was terrific. Even though that night, my "fireworks" included an eight-pack of Draught and Tim Allen's "The Santa Clause."

But I did find a terrific little local, with Shorty the barkeep, plenty of cold beer, and ESPN International to satisfy my Final Four and Red Sox/Yankees fix. Good times. Great company.

Best three weeks of my life.

** Wow. CNN said it, so it HAS to be true. Right? As Ron Burgundy would's science.

** Who the hell is in charge of the P.R. for the NBA Players Association, or the XNBA?

First, Tim Hardaway wins the GLAAD annual achievement award for his comments re: John Amaechi and the potential of having a gay teammate. Or just gay people in general. (I mean, jesus, look at that headline. Not a whole lot of gray - or pink - area there. p.s., he lost his job as a goodwill ambassador of the league...)

Now, we move onto Micheal Ray Richardson. Micheal Ray, well, let's just say he's not going to Seder at the home of David Stern anytime soon. And the B'nai Brith, well, they ain't giving him any ceremonial paperweights anytime soon.

MRR, in an interview with the fishwrap that is the Albany Times-Union, said: "I've got big-time lawyers. I've got big-time Jew lawyers."

Wow. Amazing, right? Oh no, it's not over.

"They've got the best security system in the world. Have you ever been to an airport in Tel Aviv? They're real crafty. Listen, they are hated all over the world, so they've got to be crafty."

Wow. You'd think he'd stop there... Nope.

"They got a lot of power in this world, you know what I mean Which I think is great. I don't think there's nothing wrong with it." (whew, good thing that Jews have your tacit support...) "If you look in most professional sports, they're run by Jewish people. If you look at a lot of most successful corporations and stuff, more businesses, they're run by Jewish. It's not a knock, but they are some crafty people."

Crafty. You who else are crafty people? Shampooing crackheads. Like, say, oh, I dunno, you?!?

Cocaine's a hell of a drug.

** And with that, I bid you adieu for this particular post. Off to Atlanta tomorrow for the Final Four where, presumably if my hotel has high-speed internet, I'll be blogging a bit.

Enjoy the weekend, it's supposed to be nice (unless you're in Siberia).

yh&os, I remain...
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