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The Dodgers managed to pull another rabbit out of their a-holes last night. On a sidenote, the Dodgers have signed a contract with KY Jelly. "The official lube for Dodger baseball."

In other Dodger related news, I don't remember if you remember a few weeks ago when playoff tickets went on sale...anyhow, I rememeber being at work and hoping to God that my brother woke up on time to get the stadium to get tickets. At 9:59 am, tickets went on sale, and at 10:01 I had acquired 4 tickets online.

In my haste and excitement of acquiring seats, I accidently fat fingered my credit card information, and because the servers were so busy, the error message appeared 10 minutes later, and I did not acquire any seats.

Not to fear! The brother would come through!

At 10:10 am, I called him and asked him what his lottery number he got for the tickets.

"I'm still in bed."

So no playoff tickets for me.

At the game on Wednesday, I asked some guy that was scalping tickets at the game if he had any playoff tickets.

"No, but I heard they are gonna release more on Monday..you can try then."

So, I get to work today, and try to see if there are any tickets left for today's game against the San Francisco Gayants. SOLD OUT. I then happen to click on the Playoff Tickets link, just for shits and giggles, and whadya know...

I am now in sole posession of 8 playoff tickets for game 1 of the National League Divisional Series. I wonder if my friends will come outta the wood works for this one.

Things at work are getting outta hand. I can feel my ulcer growing bigger and bigger, and having to watch 52 come from behind wins from the Dodgers isn't helping situations much either.

Haha, get it? Come from behind? ;-) Sorry, had an Eminem moment there.

9 years. It comes to this. One inning. One pitch, one at bat. One swing.

And he swung.

And the souls of Los Angelinos went with it. And it sailed over the right field fence........

It was extra special because San Francisco fans were thick. But just like lighting up a giant Dodger firework, they left the stadium real quickly with a bunch of noise. Mostly, noise coming from the "boos" of Dodger fans who had endured 9 innings of shut out baseball. 9 innings. The Giants lost it being up 3-0 in the 9th....

Congratulations, Los Angeles. I've been one of those who have been here since the womb. Let's hope your sucess carries on. Good luck in the playoffs. I Love LA.

Being down 7-1 in the 7th inning at St. Louis is called a Reality Check for all us Angelenos.

Then again, most "fans" didn't/don't know that the game is going on right now. Yet, they have tickets for game 3. I think that in order to sell you tickets for any playoff games, you must submit 5 ticket stubs of games that you have attended that year. Nothing will piss me off more than seeing the invasion of Ugg Boots and Ironic Shirts at Dodger Stadium this coming Saturday. Well, that and the Dodgers losing 3 straight to bow out of the Playoffs, like they've been known to do in the past. Atleast they still have their contract with KY Jelly. They'll make a killin' after the ass reaming the St. Louis hitters will give the Boys in Blue.

On a lighter note, we have an new addition to our family (temporarily).

My brother was going to work Sunday morning when he came across a nice little Kodak moment. Tied to a bus bench was a puppy, with a note taped on the bench that said, "I need a good home." The puppy was tied up with a metal leash, but atleast the PETA representative was kind enough to leave him a bowl of water and some food. This was at 8 am...

At 7 pm when my brother got back, the puppy was still there, shivering. So, he brought him home.

He was known as "dog" for the first night. We tried making him sleep in the basement because Snoop was NOT having it. Very territorial, thanks to my brother making him that way. After waking us up countless times, we finally moved him indoors, and separated the two dogs, just like North and South Korea. That worked, till the little fucker started jumping over the 2 and a half foot tall fence.

Anyhow, we named in "Lucky." He's well behaved and does tricks, and loves running to the back of the backyard and pissing on the pit bull that lives behind the fence. He is fascinated by him and will stay there all night if he gets the chance. Snoop is finally getting accustomed to him, but we are still actively searching for someone that can provide a good home for him. Pictures to come...

Iraq - Car Bombs and Cigarettes. DEMOCRACY AT LAST!

Lucky the Dogg has found a home. :-) We're all happy for him and we're gonna miss the lil sucker.

You can over throw a country and throw it into tumultous chaos, but you can't fix that Grand Canyon-esque GAP between your teeth? Cmon girl, cmon.

As I'm flipping through Marketing TV (MTV for all you non viewers), I caught a glimpse of Sean Comb's campaign to get young voter's to the polls, fittingly named Vote or Die. Usually, the MTV drivel flows right off like water off a ducks back, and avoids any part of my brain. But I could not help to think....

"Well, atleast he's not shooting up clubs anymore, and blaming his Artists"

THEN, the thought hits me...

"If you need Puff Daddy to motivate you to register to vote and go to the polls, please stop. I'd rather have informed people voting, than people who actually like Puffy Daddy music deciding your future and mine."

Vote or Die? Jesus. Wasn't that a name of a DMX album?

BREAKING NEWS! PUFFY DADDY AND HIS CAREER HAVE GONE MISSING!

Saturday 9 am.

I wake up. It's gonna be a good day. My friends and I are going to the ball park, I get to see everyone reuinted again, plus I have a gut feeling the Dodgers were gonna pull this game out.

It was the Crackman, The Voice of Reason, the Jizzard of Oz, The Makeout King, The Friend of the Makeout King, The Internet Gambler, and my sister.

Lima threw great. 9 inning shut out of the Cardinals fits well in my book.

Anyhow, before the game started, we decided to get necessities. Read: Beer

I get served, and I notice people standing up. And the National Anthem™ starts. Jonathan steps up to the cashier and as about he's gonna mutter his first word, everybody gets quiet, takes their hats off, and the vendors stop selling....

And just like a movie, the scene goes from rowdy to utter silence. Except for one word muttered from Jonathan's mouth:

"Aaaaaaaaassssssssssssssssssssss."

If anybody has seen "A Christmas Story" and remember Ralphie saying "Fuuuuuuuuudge" after he tossed his dad's lug nuts into oncoming traffic? That's how slow motion it felt.

EVERYBODY looks at our group and gives us the "Goddamn heathens" look.

Then I mutter..

"Wow, they stop selling for this...that is ass."

1 second later, Bacon's cell fone rings.

"What? At a game nigga. Naw, at a Dodger Game. A DODGER GAME! Shiit...get a new phone. hey, i gotta call u back cuz they're doing the National Anthem™ thing and people are staring at me."

That pretty much set the tone for the entire evening. We spent the night in the parking lot bullshittin' and drinking warm beers outta Bacon's trunk after the game. It was real fun...I haven't had fun like that in a while. Having the Crack Man onboard that night made things interesting....we shared stories.

"Remember when somebody caught that small mako and we got the kid to stick his foot in his mouth and he got bit?"

"Remember when that guy knocked that old lady out with the butt of his rod?"

This is the stuff we remember when we were 15.

Everything has a beginning and an end.

This weekend, the curtains came down on another Dodger Season. But unlike years of past, we were not making plans to do other things during September. The Dodgers had rallied and were in control of 1st place for the majority of the season, and it came to a spectacular end at the hands of a San Francisco squad that was ready to steal the pie from right under the Dodger's noses. With a swing of a bat, the Dodgers were propelled into uncharted territory, and the Giants post season hopes were becoming more and more inprobable.

It's been a great year guys. This is by far the most memorable year of Dodger baseball since 1988. And the simple reason this was so: You had heart.

You had infielders sacrificing bodies to make plays. You had people that were hurt that continued to play on, becoming a front runner for the MVP. You had outfiedlers making amazing plays, during opportune times. 2004 Dodgers....you have my heart, and although the pain felt inside me watching Cora go down in the 9th inning against Jason Isringhausen, I could not feel anything but PROUD for the work that you all had accomplished. 53 come from behind wins...23 of them in your last at bat. Even tho your fans might have left in the 7th inning, I stood there...hands covering my mouth at times, at times my mouth left wide open so i can berate each and every one of you for mistakes you had made. But I never lost faith...and more importantly, never did you.

Think Blue. Bleed Blue. Bleed Baseball.

Mos Def - The New Danger

1. The Boogie Man Song - A Raphael Saadiq production with soulful guitar riffs over very eccentric lyrics. "I am the most beautiful boogie man...let me be your favorite nightmare...close your eyes and I will be right there." Nice melodic piano keying over Mos Def singing, and not rapping. Short song...but great introduction on things to come.

2. Freaky Black Greetings - Hard rock track!!! Almost Rick Rubin-esque and immediately reminiscent of Jay Z's "99 Problems." Not many lyrics, sounds like a filler track, letting people know that Mos sounds are changing...quick.

3. Ghetto Rock - Very Neptune-esque beat, until the other 24 tracks are layed on top of it. Mos's vocals skills shine on this track...unlike Neptune type productions tho, the beat isn't what saturates the track. Yes, great beat, great funk, good use of vocals; somebody's growing up.

4. Zimzallabin - Although Eazy Mo Bee was laced as the producer for this song, it begins very non hip hoppish; heavy guitar riffs over simple bass line. Sounds like an introduction to a Rage or Then a rhythm guitar comes in reminscent of Santana is layed over that, and finally some melodic strings and simple piano keys are layed over. It is a cornucopia of genres...breaking through all set barriers and shows Mos Def's lyricism that was evident on Black on Both Sides.

5. The Rape Over - Mos grabbed Jay Z's "Takeover" and puts pretty much every one on blast. Short filler...but shows that real emcees can drop rhymes from the top of the dome. Freestylin...

"MTv is running this rap shit...Viacom is runnin' this rap shit...AOL and Time Warner runnin' this rap shit...we poke out our asses for a chance to cash in..."

6. Blue Black Jack - First blues song on the CD. Shuggie Otis on the guitar. Good incorporation of piano and organs. Wait, we're listening to blues now? It's your typical 'blues' guitar riff but made with a modern flare. I didn't even listen to the lyrics the first time I heard the track...i was more interested on how well the instrumental was done. 1 word. Soulful. On point like an arrow.

7. Bedstuy Parade & Funeral March - Sounds like a Doors song. More aggresive drumming, but it sounds exactly like a Doors song. And as the song goes on, Mos actually sounds like Jim in the intro since he's more speaking words, than "singing" over a track. Diverse skils on the mic once he starts singing...

8. Sex Love and Money - Sounds like an Electric Circus track from Common's last CD. Sounds like a Dilated People's track, with the wind instrument laced with intrusive horns that hit gently but dominate. Mos Def finally comes back hard with his rap. Fundamentals, great percussion, and great use of that Tascam. No wonder this was the A side on the 12" release.

9. Sunshine - A Kanye West production. Personally, this has been the best track so far. Lyrics + soulful samples + a great hook = An amazing song. This has risen to the top 3 favorite Mos Def songs in quite a hurry.

10. Close Edge - Very Jiggy track. Didn't feel it much...unfortunately we have our first miss of the CD.

11. The Panties - Sounds like the perfect song in the attempts to take panties off. But don't worry, the girls will appreciate it too. Sounds like good R&B of the 90s (Yes, there was good R&B in the 90s, and if you weren't listening to it, you can put your hand down now.) Reminiscent of Sade....

12. War - A Psycho Les production...but unlike the saturated Latin sounds and forced 'Puerto Rico' influence, this track uses more simplicity than anything else to make my head bob. Definately a head bobber...reminds me of the Psycho Les remix of Scriti Politi's Tinseltown to BoogieTown. Good break in the middle, and returns to the track's head bobbin', a la Dr. Dre's The Next Episode. But, aside from the head bobbin', there's mash pitting going on now. "Fuck you! Pay me!"

13. Grown Man Business - Definately a soul/funk sample of the 60s. With the simple percussion, pushed along by staggered guitar filtered riffs and we get our first introduction to Minnesota, the producer/emcee that produced a lot of the tracks. Very simple track, but works to make the listener focus on Mos and his guest and not get too involved into the intrinsic instrumentals. DJs...u'll appreciate the crackle of the sampled vinyl. ;-)

14. Modern Marvel - Great deviation. 9 minute track. Yes, you can make 9 minute tracks nowaday but you have to follow two rules. a. it has to be good. b. make sure 14 year olds don't listen to it. Very happy track. Something to lay the lights low to, spark up a philly and forget how fucked up this life has become. This life...is like...Marvin Gaye sampled for the 3rd part. 1st part is very melodic, no percussion, very soft vocals. 2nd part adds percussion, maybe another layer...3rd, a marvin gaye tribute. :-) This CD can end here and be a great accomplishment..."Ghetto people look alike before you get real!"

15. Life is Real - Great horns, sounds like some instrumental found off the Shaft soundtrack. Very poetic lyrics, great production all around. Good song.

16. The Easy Spell - Sounds like an alternative song, until Mos Def starts 'rapping.' Smells like a voice filter that goes well with the alternative instrumental. Instrumental sounds like Tool, but less noise. Lyrics could've picked up a bit.

17. The Beggar - Sounds like an intro to a David Ruffin track, good use of the synth, and very erratic percussion. Almost Umi Says type of vocals and lyrical display. Another great deviation. GREAT lyrics. Song ... hits ... home....

18. Champion Requiem - Great ending. Very energetic track. It feels good for Mos to be back! Very effortless track that is braised to perfection. It's almost like this track is Mos's "I Never Left" track.

All in all, a great CD. The little hip hop junkies that think within a box might not enjoy it, much like many haters didn't like Andre 3000's CD on Outkast's last release. This CD exposes Mos Def's creative license that says he can drive ANYWHERE he wants. You're not supposed to confine yourself to boundaries. That's what music was supposed to be...it was supposed to break these boundaries. It was made create different ideas and show growth instead of stagnation. It was made to break out of the stringent rules that society has placed on everything. Just like a butterfly who has metamorphed from it's cocoon and opened its wings to take flight into a new environment, Mos Def has done the same thing, but, not realizing where he came from.

4.5 outta 5

The introduction of Winter in Southern California made it's rude awakening at 5:30 this morning. I thought I had slept in accidently and the sprinklers were on in the morning, but I looked at my cell fone, noticed i had missed 3 calls since 10:30 last night, and I knew I had more sleeping left in me. Then I realized our game would be rained out this morning, which allowed me to sleep until noon; that would help since I had woken up at 3:30 on Saturday morning.

Friday night, after getting back home from dinner with a friend, Jonathan called and wanted to go out in the morning. I set my alarm for 3:30, so we can catch the full day boat at 6 am, and I passed out...

At 3:30 am, my alarm goes off. At 3:30:02 am, my alarm goes off with me muttering, "Fuck off." At 3:31 am, my fone starts ringing. At 3:31:01, my phone is turned off and i'm muttering, "Fuck off."

At 4 am, i realize that if i stay home on Saturday, I'll be regretting it so I call Jonathan, tell him to be ready and we take off to San Pedro.

The pre-fishing ceremony of smoking a blunt and doing 75 in the car pool lane makes the trip a lot shorter. We don't talk much...Jonathan needs to be concentrated when rolling. We park, run out and run to the landing the get some good spots on the boat. We end up a few numbers near the starboard side, and we were unhappy at the fact that when we jumped on, all the rod holders had been taken and there were a bunch of Yahoos to the left and to the right of us. We put our gear on the center console with our rods sticking outta our bags until we moved to the back and used an empty milk carton to stuff our rods and our gear. We met Albert there. Albert's cool peeps. Thank god we got his # and I think we've found our 3rd Muskateer. He fits the qualifications we are looking for:

1. He fishes.
2. He KNOWS how to fish.
3. He uses Shimano gear.
4. He's not married.

and the MOST important feature of all.

5. He smokes weed.

I mean, this guy brought weed ON board and smoked it in the bathroom on the boat and gave us some. It was a good day...

Dolphins accompanied us all the way to Catalina. We saw an Opa on the way there, which meant that the water temp was still hot enough to have good surface action.

We hit up the backside of Catalina and had all the bonita we could manage. My arms are still tired from that day, and after catching limits for nearly everyone on board, we decided to play "Who can catch one with the lightest lines."

I threw a small Mega Bait and after my first fish, I knew i'd have to crimp my barbs so i can just shake the fish off at the rail. After the first stop, we had amassed approximately 30 bonita between Jonathan and I.

The yellowtail didn't show and only 1 was caught. And it was about a 5 pound yellowtail. My 9 pound bonita beat it for the jackpot. It was the 1st jackpot i've had on a open party boat. But, over all a great day. Albert and I made plans for the weekend to hit up San Diego once again, before major cold storms come in. Hopefully it'll happen.

And the Boston Red Sox are the biggest bunch of dickheads I've ever seen. They might be great people outside the diamond. I have never seen a team just fold us shop whenever they face the Yankees. Talk about Big Brother/Little Brother syndrome. Atleast my bitch ass of a little brother once kicked me in the mouth with boots on.

My brother once woke up in the middle of the night, walked into my room, and kicked me in my mouth while i was sleep.

The Red Sox must have talked to him and gotten some pointers.

but since i have talked about them, i hereby have jinxed them. all red sox fans can point at me and blame 'the curse.'

bed time calls. i need to catch up some day this week and show up at 11 am like all my other co workers. work is delirium.

blah blah.

The most epic collapse in Yankees history. Congratulations, Boston...you have another mountanl to scale.

The St. Louis Cardinals kept their heads above water with a 9th inning walk off homerun by Jim Edmonds.

Does it get any better than this?

I got this from a friend earlier this morning sent to our group email:

The Voice of Reason wrote:

I was driving around LA and I saw one of those gay Vote or Die ads with Puffy, $.50, and Russell Simmons on it.

Its cool to want people to vote, but it rings a little hollow when ONE guy on the board (Puffy) has NEVER VOTED BEFORE and ONE ($.50) LEGALLY CANNOT VOTE (Convicted Felon).

And whats with $.50 trying to look hard on that billboard? Does he only have one face?

Outkast - Return of the "G"
The Roots - You Got Me
Lauryn Hill - Ex Factor
Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood
Black Moon - How Many Emcees
Immortal Technique - Industrial Revolution
Boogie Down Productions - 100 Gunz
Jay Z - Take Over
Pharcyde - Passin Me By
DJ Shadow f Mos Def - Six Days (rmx)
Wu Tang Clan - Can It Be All So Simple

...

to be continued.

I'm George Dubya Bush, and I Approve This Message:

The trout opener sucked dick, even though a lot of fish were being caught left and right of us.

We did manage to have a fun time tho.

(Pictures available upon request*)

*i didn't post them cuz I always call ass on the fisherman who don't take pictures of the fish AT THE TIME they catch them...they wait till they get home, and take pictures of nasty dead looking fish, in front of their house or garages, like this dick...i forgot my digital camera so i had to take pictures of them in front of my garage :-\