Outside a Home Depot somewhere near DC. Man, I've heard of hero worship, but this...? Yeah, that's an Obama decal. And all those things are Obama stickers.
ps: The guy was an Indian dude. I'm taking this photo from my cell phone, and he stops by me and says "Photo? - thet vill be vunn daallar, hahaha", and revvs off giving me a peace sign as I stand there dumbfounded and wondering what the hell hit me.
This is truly a sad day for boxing. Arturo Gatti, for those of you who don't know, was Welterweight champion of the world in the mid 90s. But it wasn't his champion status that makes him a hero in my eyes; it's his absolute honesty as a boxer. The guy was a true fighter. A bit wanting on technique, maybe. But what heart. And of course, what a jaw. It was made of concrete. I mean, this guy would. not. go. down.
You've got to see his fights against Mickey Ward - one of the most thrilling displays of boxing you will ever see. I was watching the fight (for the nth time) just last week. Even if you aren't a fan, go watch the clips and tell me if your hair isn't standing on end by the end of the fight. And here is a bit from the HBO special about the fight.
Steve McNair, killed by jealous/evil mistress. Arturo Gatti, killed by jealous/evil girlfriend. (or atleast, suspected to have been killed by the woman)
I'm not absolving them of wrongdoing (what the hell was Steve McNair thinking??? This woman was barely 20, and he has 4 kids...), and I'm not saying all women associated with rich/famous sportsmen are evil. But this is really lousy. I'm all pissed off.
Did you see this? I mean, WHAT IS THIS GUY SMOKING??? Dude, I've heard your hip hop music/rap or whatever bullshit shtick you're trying to pull, and it SUCKS BALLS, ok? I thought it was one big long documentary that you were making, and you'll eventually tell everyone it was a big joke and you were poking fun at the hypocrisy of hollywood (honestly, a small part of me still hopes it is, because you're a good actor and surely, you know better than to throw it all away).
But now you're either persisting in playing everyone (in which case, please stop, it's gotten tiresome), or you are genuinely completely screwed up, decided that you aren't going to do something that you're good at, and do something that you're fucking god-awful at (in which case, back to the top, WHAT ARE YOU SMOKING???).
I usually don't give a crap about self-absorbed, directionless, completely vain and vapid Hollywood types; but then again, they usually don't come on Letterman completely stoned and end up looking this pathetic.
Watch it - it's painful, but watch it.
Bonus video (h/t anon. reader): http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/02/10/jon-stewart-rips-bill-ore_n_165506.html Jon Stewart hands BillO his ass on a platter. Sweet.
Apparently I'm a scientist who is way more involved in "stuff outside of science" than I should be. I'd have to agree. Stuff just keeps happening around me, and I get drawn to it like a fly to a giant turd on the sidewalk. I also insist on writing about stuff, usually pretty long-windedly. Lucky you.
For the record, I am too wired to manage more than 20 seconds of meditation, and I max out at 8 push ups. So, yes, PushupYogi is a big fat lie on both counts.