Living It Up

Dan Koppen wears a pic of Tom Brady on his back from a GQ article.




Yeah. That's a goat in his hands. Center Dan Koppen wore the picture on his back a few days ago in practice, forcing Brady to see the picture with every snap. The pictures are said to be very homoerotic, which is fine, just not so much when it involves your starting quarterback.

Brady said some things that made me proud, and admitted what we all know, but quickly forget about in the world of the young, rich and famous. They're just like us, and Brady wants everyone to know that. Everything is the same, except the millions of dollars in his bank account that takes all the stress mostly out of life.

The funny thing about the article is how he now wants to distance himself from "The Golden Boy" image. The interviewer cornered him unfairly though, by semi-making him admit to enjoying internet porn. Which I might add, I enjoy as well. Here are the best parts of the article.
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So it goes in our conversation: "Your golden-boy image--" I begin to say.

"I hate that golden-boy image!" he interjects. "I don't look at myself like that at all! For me to believe I can't do anything wrong, I think that's all bullshit. I'm 27 years old, I go do the same shit every 27-year-old guy does, I mean, I drink, I--"

"Search the Internet for porn?"

"Everything," he says. "I am no different."

When his Gap ad came out, Brady's teammates papered the training room with copies of it; they also decorated his locker with a pair of Jockey shorts in homage to his appearance on SNL. "I knew that was coming," Brady says with resignation. "I knew what it was about."

On motivationon....

"What really motivates me," he says, "is self-doubt. And I don't know why it's always there." He ponders this, his voice lofting up into the interrogative: "Sometimes I wish it weren't there? I wish I had complete and total confidence? I'd be interested to talk to some other athletes, like I'm watching Tiger Woods yesterday, who doesn't seem to think he'll ever lose.
"For me," Brady says, "when you doubt yourself, you're always challenging yourself."

Well, you can't argue with what works. As last January's play-offs began, Manning's mighty Colts stormed into the Patriots' Gillette Stadium like a team on a mission, having completely dismantled the Denver Broncos the week before. "I was like, 'Man, we've got a division game against the Colts!' " Brady says, quavering on the last word like a patsy Division III QB anticipating a drubbing at the hands of the Nebraska Cornhuskers. Yet Brady mustered a typically effective performance, engineering long, grind-it-out scoring drives that kept Manning off the field, and neutered the Colts juggernaut. From there, the AFC championship game against the Pittsburgh Steelers and the game after that--a little exhibition known as the Super Bowl--were a breeze. "After Pittsburgh," he says, the relief audible in his voice, "I was like, 'Okay, now we're in the Super Bowl; I've got it all worked out.' "

It's a telling comment on Brady's short, incredibly successful career that he should find his ultimate comfort level playing in one of the most watched television events of the year.
Excerpts by David Kamp______________

The guy is just the man. No if's ands, or buts about it. What makes him the best, is that he's not the best. If that makes any sense? So, he is constantly striving to be the best. It's pretty fun having him as the quarterback for your team.

The only question I have, is why the homo-erotic pictures to such a great article? Aw, who am I kidding? I'd do the same thing if I could.

Yikes!

High Definition Mania!

How absurd is the HD marketing ploy going to get?


This is driving all the old people nuts. All the channels are starting to "tease" programs with the HD format. So, all the normal 4:3 ratio T.V. screens will show the HD ratio (16:4 I think) for a specific program. My father calls me during a Red Sox game.

Beo - "Hello"
Dad - "Hey, what the hell is going on with the Red Sox game?"
Beo - "There showing it in the HD format to show how much better it is."
Dad - "It's not better, it sucks. I feel like I see less."
Beo - "Well once you get an HD T.V., it'll look a lot better."
Dad - "I'm not getting one. It's all B.S., and I'm calling the network to complain."
Beo - "Nice, give em' hell Dad."
Dad - "Goodbye."

I think they say there's a 10 year transition for any new household commodity. It seems like High Definition has become an inevitability to dinosaurs like my parents, who just finally got a DVD/VCR last year.

But, what I find disgusting is the late night commercial I caught last night. Bausch & Lomb is hawking what they are calling High Definition contact lenses. I thought it was a joke. It had to be. They only thing that can be more refined is the signal coming into your television, right?

Turns out that I am right. All that's different is the compound base that the contact is made out of, and a Wavefront Mapping technology that shapes the contour of a contact with a laser. Only thing is, is that you can't predict the eyeball shape of an individual, so it all a bunch of techno babble to sell some contacts. Disgusting as usual.

What's next? High Definition shower heads?

Gotta Love Em'

God bless all the girls that dig wearing the white pants.


Have you seen these? There everywhere now. All females are slowly going out and buying a pair of white jeans/khakis. Why? Because they drive guys absolutely nuts, or at least me!

I love how woman get all up in arms about how they are constantly thought of as a sexual object, then they go out and get a pair of these white pants. If you're not sure what the appeal is about these white pants, I'll fill you in.

They are predominantly sheer to the point of being see through. Some, just look like the girl is walking around with white pockets on her hips and buttocks. I love those ones. Again, this gives some unintentional insight about what the girl is wearing for an undergarment. Don't worry, I may sound like a pig, but I'm an openly honest pig to my fiance. She is aware, and understanding of this horrible chemical disease I have, called testosterone.

God I need to be castrated.

The Cashless Vacation

"A" and I have been on vacation since last Friday. (No that's not me)


It may as well be though. It's turned out to be one of those vacations you just didn't properly plan for. It always seemed so far away, and we figured we'd have extra cash when we got there. After bills, and other planned expenditures that's a big "NO" we don't.

So we had a decision, spend some of our future nest egg savings, or tough it out and spend some when we get paid again on Thursday. We're waiting. So we've had plenty of time to do all the things we normally wouldn't have been able to because of working obligations.

I'm getting to the gym early in the morning, and studying for my next chapters in Algebra. I'm going to get two chapter tests in, rather than the usual one a week. That is a big help, and more important than any vacation. Alright, if we had a planned vacation I wouldn't have studied, but that's beside the point.

My bond with Jasmine the kitty is much stronger now. I'm trying to teach her to attack intruders by instructing her to attack "A" every time she comes in, and out of the apartment. The cat is slowly catching on. She walked over and meowed at "A", but it sounded more aggressive than usual.

If the weather stays nice, we will be hitting the beach with a vengeance. I'm dying to show off my pecks (joking, they're pretty nice though). Maybe get my epidermis irradiated to a nice golden brown.

The best part is the utter disconnection with the daily grind. Sometimes you loose focus that what you do daily is worth something. When you start to feel that way, the days get longer. I love my work, it's just that I have to finish school before I can ever be fully involved in what I'd like to do. Then, I hope I'll feel more complete. If not, I'll figure something else out.

I've always wanted to help beached whales, and find out more on how the deep sea conveyor belts of differentiating salinity play such a crucial role in the existence of our future race.

Monchhichi Memories

Beo had one of these to keep him safe at night.


I was telling "A" about this little monkey doll I had when I was little, because sometimes "A" will bring out the stuffed animals, and line them along side her. They make her feel good, and I find it pretty cute.

So, I go on to explain to her about this little stuffed monkey that I used to sleep with, and how I used to be able to stick it's thumb into it's mouth. Out of nowhere, she stops me and says, "Oh, you mean Monchhichi (Mon-she-she)!? "What the hell is a Moo-she-sh...," she stops and in mid sentence and proceeds to sing this song.

Monchhichi Monchhichi
oh so soft and cuddly
with your thumb in your mouth you're really sweet
love to wiggle those little feet
la la la
la la la
happy happy Monchhichi

(spastic childish scream "I LOVE YOU MONCHHICHI!")

Monchhichi, monchhichi,
oh so soft and cuddly,
with their thumb in their mouth they're really neat,
fun to wiggle their little feet!
la la la
la la la

I was beside myself. "What the hell are you talking about," I said laughing. "A" told me that that was the song to the toy I used to have. It was amazing. Twenty some-odd years, and I never knew the name of the toy. I searched high, and low to find the American version of the song that she sang, but I guess it's a rare find from all the sites I visited. Here is one version in French, and there was actually a cartoon for it when it came out in 1974. It was like the Teletubbies on acid. I didn't even think that was possible.

Along with that, I had a blanket that my Mother had to replace three times because I ran around with it everywhere. It was whitish blue with satin lining the edges that I used to rub through my fingers inch by inch. Ah, the funny things we did as kids.

A few more of my favorite things.

The S. Mole Dropeth

Mike Tyson got up when Cus whispered in his ear. Just after the bell rang.


Former World Boxing Champion Mike Tyson may star in a porn film with Jenna Jameson.

Tyson, who retired from boxing last month, said that he desperately needs money to pay his tax bills of several million dollars, and a porn career could help him in his cause.

"I just talked to a gentleman called Jimmy who's involved with Jenna Jameson. They said they were interested in getting me involved in the adult film industry. I need the money up front," Femalefirst quoted him as saying to Zoo magazine.

American boxing journalist Pedro Fernandez also said that Tyson, who was jailed for six years in 1992 on rape charges, would triumph in the sex industry.

"According to court documentation from Tyson's rape trial, his member is at least 14in long. If Tyson brings out some of the ferocity that made him a champion, he could definitely become a successful porn star," he said. - Released by the Asian Press International - 8/4/05, 12 a.m.

Complete polar opposite from the last post, I know. That's what makes it so perfect. Sometimes, you're just not meant to be the hero. In another life, he would have been though.

Life, is a Million-to-One Shot

I thoroughly apologize for not posting in my daily manic ritual. Life is filling itself with endless things to accomplish. Most, are more trivial than not.

I'd also like to apologize for my mostly sour attitude towards society, and life in general.

I post normally when my emotions are at their most primal. I feel that makes it more interesting. But, the truth is that I'm bombarded with new responsibilities, and I'm having trouble coping with the stress, and I don't even have children yet.

I've been fighting to get financial aid to cover my next two semesters in college, and it has been an unending bureaucracy of foolishness. Sign this form, and call this person. It would be easier for you to gain financial aid if you had children here, or more problems here. In America, you're punished educationally if you're responsible. Because there are just to many poor slobs out there that deserve a chance, and that's the life I live in. Yet, I still live check to check, while floating on a small amount of emergency money that never seems to get any more substantial.

I take my stress out on people at work, and my dearly loved fiance at home. What a man I am. But, I'm beginning to regroup, and the song you are hopefully listening to, plays exactly to the primary emotions in my life. With intermittent upheavals, and reflection points where you gather yourself together, and try to come back even stronger. When, really deep down inside you just want to curl up and sleep. My analytical awareness can be a demon sometimes. Such a long, and unpaved road lies ahead. But, as long as I have a voice in my head like that of Mickey from Rocky, I'll be damned if I let anything but the strongest muscle in my body stop me. That, and having the love of my life beside me that believes in us no matter where we end up. "A", and I have our constant ups and downs, but we both know what we want deep down, and we say it. I just get so stressed, and take it out on who ever is around me. I'm sorry.

Do you know, I cry whenever I watch the Rocky movies?

Yeah, I know Bill Simmons loves the Rocky movies too, but before he ever wrote about it in his site I was with my Father in drive in's watching the first and second one crying in the back seat of our car. The fact that any human being can give everything they have inside, and come up big sometimes makes everything seem worthwhile. Then Rocky III came out, and to me personally, blew everything out of the water. I knew then that even though as a young child, I had learned to push myself more than others, that as long as I continued to do so, I was going to make it. Unbelievable how a movie can be so reassuring. I knew I also wanted to be in love as well, because when Rocky would be bloodied and hurt he would dedicate the entire battle to his love Adrian. She would proclaim her love to him in his ear through the chaos, and one battle could be marked up on the chalkboard as a win. Absolute poetry. I even love the very last Rocky, Rocky V, because Sly was contractually obligated to do the film, and that can happen in life as well. You've got to do something, because you promised you would. In that regard, it makes me love the movie as well. A serving ending to a movie that "had to do, what it had to do." Plus, Rocky lost it all in the end. Just like we all will in a mortal sense.

By the way, Mick (Burgess Meredith) from Rocky was a seasoned actor (that is the quote you hear), and his character, while not very insightful in the ring, demanded the most out of a spirit, and that was what was needed to ring through in the movie. When he passed in Rocky III, it was emotional for the whole cast, as a true iconic motion picture character was laid to rest.

I hope Sylvester Stallone receives a Nobel prize someday. For quantifying the true essence of the human spirit.

I shall try to keep my act together, and be more of the person I know I can be. Even while I gasp for breath in the quagmire.