So, a little over a week ago, I attended possibly the funnest hockey game ever, aesthetic-wise.
That’s right, the Sharks/Kings outdoor game at Levi’s Stadium, yo. To be honest, I’m actually not a fan of both of these teams. I mean, I have no problem rooting for the Sharks, but the Penguins are my one true
bitch team, and rooting for the Sharks is like rooting for a former side piece I had a fling with ages ago but don’t care too much for, but at the same time, you don’t want anything horrific to happen to them.
Defenseman Marc-Edouard Vlasic
Expensive ass snacks! (You can bring your own food to the stadium, though.)
The mullet (and sunburn) of hockey, Barry Melrose.
There was no win for the home team, but, to be honest, I wanted to see a mad hockey fight instead of a win. I wouldn’t have cared if the Kings were up 5-0 after the 1st period (that would have been funny); I wanted to see bloodshed on the ice! Sadly, there was none–just a couple of those hockey scrums and that was it.
Hooray for hockey scrums.
But overall, I had a good time. It’s not everyday the Bay Area sees an outdoor hockey game, so it was also witnessing a bit of sports history. Plus, I got to watch Rock & Roll Hall-of-Famers John Fogerty and Melissa Etheridge perform. But the sexiest highlight of the game was one I couldn’t capture (well, technically I did, but the pics from this suck): my transportation to and from the game. No way in hell was I gonna pay $50 to park next to the stadium, so I ended up parking at the Fremont BART station, which was free parking on the weekends. I took the bus to the stadium, and round-trip fare was only $8! That’s $2 more than how much candy costs at Levi’s!!! And best of all from this was that I didn’t have to worry about traffic or police or closed-off roads or any of that shit.
The place lighting up the sky, for yours truly that scored a hot deal in public transportation.
The Oscars were last Sunday and three things about it: 1) it felt like it came too early. I actually liked it when they held the show in late March instead of late February. Still trying to figure out why the Oscars moved their ceremony date. 2) Happy to see Julianne Moore finally win the big one. And 3) I still think the best damn Oscar show was the 75th anniversary show in 2003.
Still my favorite Oscar moment ever after all these years.
Speaking of killer gifs, how ’bout James Harden kicking LeBron in the nuts?
This all reminds me of when Robert Griffith III got beaned by Aldon Smith a couple years ago:
Which also reminds me of a baseball laying the smack down on newly-acquired SF Giants player Nori Aoki, when he was with the Royals…
And while we’re at it, here’s Tim Lincecum being bad Timmy…
I’d continue on with the barrage of nut-kicking gifs in sports, but I will say this: this would definitely NOT be funny in hockey.
You know what I found out Friday night? My cat is a father…again. He had a family at our old home last year, and now he’s got a new one at our current home (that we may move out of this summer). This is all proof that I need to neuter that hairball asap. You can think my excuses over why I have yet to do it and allowing my cat to be a ho are lame, but here me out: the “low-cost” in the phrase “low-cost spay/neuter” is still a little expensive to me. My local SPCA–the only place that does this service–is charging $100. My other issue is when to bring the cat to get fixed: they only do morning appointments. Like, way early morning, 7AM appointments. (Mucho no bueno for us night owls.) There’s no other time they can fix cats. I still want to get my cat taken care of, so once I have a little extra dough in the my pocket, I’ll set aside some time to, finally, get his manhood removed.
My cat’s kids are so damn cute, though. I don’t have pics of them yet, and I’m not sure how many kids he had. (I’m also hoping that he only mated with one cat in my neighborhood, and that’s it.)
I’m happy to report some good news at work! The two-faced swine that’s our assistant manager is now former. Officially former as of last Friday. It may not be great news since she wasn’t fired (which was the way I wanted her to go, because of all the bullshit she caused that should have gotten her canned), but, hey, I’ll take it that she’s no longer around for good. And now, we got someone better, and not just as assistant manager, but as our official manager! She’s a good woman, who’s fair, knows her stuff, has actual managerial skills, and is actually liked by all of us at the spa. Don’t know who will be our new assistant manager, but I do know that there will be nicer days ahead at the spa. And to think I was considering leaving just a month ago.
As I write all this, the 1995 indie flick “The Doom Generation” plays on my TV. It’s my first time watching this, and I’m already impressed. And those two guys hanging out with Rose MacGowan’s character? Damn. I mean…damn. Especially that one guy Rose’s character sleeps with on the side (see dude in the bottom right corner in the pic)…hot damn! I don’t think all guys in their 20s in the mid-90s looked like those two guys in the movie, but I’m sure some guys did and it makes me all the more envious over those Generation X’ers (as if the entertainment, fashion, and lifestyle they got to live through then was anymore fun), and the girls that got to ride guys like that in real life back in the 90s.
And, finally, a parting message of wise words from a drag queen, to those who wasted their lives wondering what fucking color that fucking dress was last week: